ex boyfriend's wedding

The heart that was once warmed by you has already been frozen three feet - "Meet Again"

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"That's right, have you ever talked to a boyfriend?"

Wen Lu was startled, as if wondering if he had heard it wrong, "You..."

"Just asking, heh." Shen Zaitu said relaxedly on the other side.

Wen Lu was silent, took a deep breath, and called, "Shen Zaitu."

These three words have been sealed in my heart for eight years, and I have never touched them, and now I even feel strange.

"Huh?" The voice on the other side of the phone suddenly became very cautious, as if expecting, "Say it."

After a while, Wen Lu said, "We've all grown up."

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In an instant, Shen Zaitu sat stiffly on the sofa, followed by endless silence.

Gradually, the eyes turned red.

Those insignificant words, like a pair of hands tearing a piece of silk called youth and memory with brute force, made a piercing sound.

In the sun, a layer of dust was dusted, and there were many.

Shen Zaitu suddenly laughed.

I don't know if I feel ridiculous or pitiful.

"That's right." For a long time, Shen Zuitu repeated Wen Lu's words: "We have all grown up."

"So, don't let people misunderstand, it's not good."

Wen Lu said.

Shen Zaitu rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, as if a place in his chest was pinched, he couldn't breathe.

"Good night." Wen Lu hung up this time without waiting for the other party to speak.

"Dad." Suddenly, Mengmeng's scream came from the next room.

Wen Lu didn't have time to think about all this, so he quickly put down his phone, stepped on the ground barefoot and went to the room, "Mengmeng."

Mengmeng had a nightmare and was awakened.

Wen Lu turned on the light, and saw his daughter sitting on the bed with tears in her eyes, holding the brown bear in her arms, and saw him open his hand: "Daddy."

Wen Lu sat over and hugged his daughter to comfort him: "It's okay, Dad is here."

Dreaming with sleepy eyes, he murmured about the things in his dream.

Wen Lu felt it was funny again when he heard it. After a while, he realized that his daughter was gradually falling asleep. Wen Lu put her down, covered the quilt, and returned to the room.

Pick up the phone, it shows a missed call.

It was the number just now.

Wen Lu sighed, he couldn't associate with a man who was about to get married, otherwise he would only put himself in jail.

He no longer has the courage to bear the taste of loss again.

Thin white fingers flicked a few times, sent a text message, and then turned off the phone.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been turned off. Sorry, you dialed..." Hearing the mechanical tone from the phone, Shen Zaitu slowly lowered his hands.

Click on the text message: the past is in the past, everything now has nothing to do with you.

"Oh." Shen Zaitu looked at it, his eyes darkened, he was silent for a moment, then turned around, picked up the car keys, and went down to the basement.

It was not too cold at night in late autumn, there were no vehicles on the street, and the wind poured in through the windows.

That sentence rang in my mind: the past is the past, and everything now has nothing to do with you.

Everything now has nothing to do with you.

Nothing to do with you.

"Wen Lu..." In the night wind, these two words were like a rope, tightly strangled his heart.

His fingers were tightly clasped on the steering wheel, his fingertips were almost bent in, his beautiful eyes were full of embarrassment, the car was speeding all the way, as if wanting to vent all the anger that had been suppressed for many years, he was sober for eight years.

Looking forward to, waiting, but in the end, "it has nothing to do with you".

Shen Zaitu's eyes were dark, he turned the steering wheel with his hand, released the brake with his feet, and stepped on the accelerator.

The car slammed into the guardrail on the side of the road almost uncontrollably.

"Ah, there was a car accident ahead."

Someone yelled loudly on the road.

At this time, there were very few people on the road, and some enthusiastic buddies quickly took out their phones and called the police: "Comrade police, there was a car accident here on Qing'an Road, just one car directly—"

The voices of his buddies on the side of the road stopped abruptly, and he watched helplessly as a man opened the car door and staggered out of it.

There is still a smile on his face.

The buddy opened his mouth and looked at him like a ghost.

I saw the man throwing the car keys on the ground, with blood still on his head, and walking slowly.

Shen Zaitu felt dizzy, but his heart opened up, blood dripped down his fingers on the ground.

Muttering in his mouth: "Wen Lu, I made a bet with myself just now, if I die like this, I will never pester you, if I live...

Then I will never let go of it for the rest of my life. "