reignition

Jiang Mian sat on the stairs. Her fingers had been trembling a little earlier, but after reading through the messages on the screen one by one...

The trembling in his fingers had stopped.

Actually, I couldn't finish reading them all. With thousands of messages, who could read them all at once?

The first thing that catches the eye is the one closest to you.

It was at midnight on the day of her death, the time was very precise.

Happy birthday, my wife!

Those few simple words pierced Jiang Mian's eyes, and she gently swiped her fingertips across the screen.

His eyes quickly scanned the messages on the screen.

Jiang Mian took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

More and more news came into her view and touched her heart.

The flowers have gotten infested with spider mites; they really are a nuisance. No wonder you were so troubled by them back then.

My child has a sensitive stomach and can only drink amino acid formula. I tasted it, and it was bitter. If you were here, you definitely wouldn't let your child suffer like this.

I'm too busy, too busy to take care of my son, but it's probably for the best, at least I don't have time to think about you.

I suddenly had a nosebleed this morning, and after a business dinner at noon, I vomited blood. I'm okay, but Song Xun was terrified; he even brought the child over.

【Snowing】

[This is very boring]

Why don't you come to my dreams?

Honey, I was in a car accident. I'm so lucky I survived! I wish I could share some of my life with you.

They say I have suicidal tendencies.

Song Xu asked me to be hospitalized for treatment.

Even in mental hospitals, there are sometimes timed and limited limits for using mobile phones.

Song Xu said I was too obsessed and too stubborn, and that things would only get worse if I continued like this.

[Start taking medication regularly]

Song Xu finally agreed to let me be discharged from the hospital.

They told me to go to the temple and wait there, saying it would make me feel better.

The food at the temple is quite delicious; you'll definitely like it.

Master said that the boundary between life and death is sometimes very clear, but sometimes very blurry.

[What nonsense! I don't even dream about my own wife.]

I'm not going.

[Let's go, the food is really good, you'll definitely like it.]

The baby can talk now, and the first word he said was "Mommy." Did he dream about you? You little rascal, I'm so envious!

My father-in-law had surgery on his nasal polyps, and the best specialist was arranged for him. He didn't want to see me, so he arranged it secretly.

When will Jiang Yu finally grow up? He's almost been sabotaged in business two or three times already.

Jiang Yu came to beat me up again. What he said today was really nasty, and I'm not going to let him get away with it.

[It's been a hassle since the kid started talking; he's so smart, he keeps asking me, "Where did you go?" It's really funny, I wanted to ask him that too.]

Mianmian, I was wrong.

I know I was wrong.

……

When Jiang Mian saw these messages, she originally thought she would experience a lot of emotional turmoil.

But when you actually see it, when you see things that you never even dared to imagine before...

However, she remained very calm inside.

There weren't many thoughts; it wasn't exactly stagnant, but it wasn't very turbulent either.

Jiang Mian didn't even read it all; she just quickly swiped through it.

Then she locked her phone screen and went down the stairs.

The room was quiet, so quiet that it seemed as if only she was making any noise.

But when she reached the first floor, she was suddenly startled. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a tall figure standing quietly at the doorway of the living room next door.

And I don't know how long they've been standing there.

Jiang Mian couldn't remember if anyone was here when she went upstairs.

She was startled for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.

The motion-sensor light in the entryway sensed her presence and turned on.

Under the light of the motion-sensor light in the entryway, the outline of the man standing at the entrance to the living room could be seen.

Half of his face was in shadow, and the other half was bathed in the soft light of the entryway.

Jiang Mian originally thought she would feel flustered when she saw him, but she was actually face to face with him.

She didn't feel particularly flustered; she just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to speak.

Lu Bozhou didn't speak, but his deep gaze swept over the phone in her hand.

Jiang Mian clenched her fingers tighter, gripping the old phone in her hand tightly.

Jiang Mian imagined what he would say, but Lu Bozhou's thin lips moved slightly, his voice rough and hoarse as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.

It sounded like her throat was about to bleed, as if she would lose her voice if she said a few more words.

"Let Old Chen take you."

Jiang Mian paused for a moment, probably having considered everything Lu Bozhou might say, but she hadn't expected him to say such a simple sentence.

Jiang Mian paused for a few seconds before saying, "I understand."

She turned and walked outside, her fingers gripping the doorknob. Before turning it, she paused and whispered something.

"If you have any objections to the agreement, we'll proceed with legal action. If you have no objections, we can go and complete the formalities together at a later date."

She glanced at him. "I don't want to drag this out. I'm still young, and I have a future."

Jiang Mian glanced up and noticed that the man's gaze remained fixed on her, never wavering.

"And it also makes room for Xu Yawei."

Just as Jiang Mian said this, Lu Bozhou responded, "Okay."

With just one syllable, Jiang Mian's other sounds were completely blocked.

She said nothing, and didn't want to say anything more. She turned the doorknob and left the mansion.

When I left the mansion, I was in a car heading out.

Jiang Mian felt a void in her heart, but for a moment, she didn't even know how to describe this feeling.

There's absolutely no way to describe it.

After returning home, Gong Yan remained awake, waiting for her to come back.

As if anticipating that Jiang Mian would be emotionally distraught, they prepared red wine in advance.

As soon as Jiang Mian came in, Gong Yan handed her a glass of red wine.

Jiang Mian took the drink and drank two mouthfuls before she felt a little better.

Seeing Jiang Mian's state, Gong Yan asked, "Did you run into her?"

Jiang Mian pursed her lips and nodded slightly, "We ran into each other."

"I didn't do anything to you, did I?"

Jiang Mian shook her head. After thinking for a moment, she said in a low voice, "There's a lot more money in my account, and a lot more unread messages on my phone."

At this point, Gong Yan noticed a slight smile on Jiang Mian's face, but there was no joy in it whatsoever.

It seems there could be no expression more bitter than that.

Jiang Mian smiled bitterly and said to Gong Yan, "Yan Yan, I've loved him for so many years. Back then, all I hoped for every day was for Lu Bozhou to send me a message and chat for a while, or even just reply to a few words."

"I didn't even dare to ask for a response to every word, not even in my heart. I was afraid of being seen as pretentious."

“But during the time I loved him, it never happened. He replied to my messages so infrequently that I would reread each and every one of them.”

Jiang Mian chuckled self-deprecatingly, "In today's terms, it's almost like it's been polished to a fine finish."

"When I think about my past self now, I feel ashamed, pathetic, and utterly ridiculous."

"After I died, the man I loved but couldn't have sent me more than 4,300 messages."

"This makes me feel even more ridiculous."