Ten years to feed the dog

Yao Liang took out the cigarette butt pouch he carried with him, tapped the cigarette body lightly, and all the remaining ash fell into the pouch.

Yao Liang felt that he was really old in the past few years, and he could think of the things of that boy all day long. Seeing that he was about to enter the [-]th mark, he didn't want to get entangled with Zhang Yiwen there any longer.

He looked at Zhang Yiwen, only to realize that the dark circles under Zhang Yiwen's eyes seemed to be darker, and he felt an indescribable fatigue.

That's right, they are not young anymore, they are no longer the young man they were back then.

"Zhang Yiwen, we have broken up, live your life well."

Exhaling slowly, Yao Liang felt that he was probably a cold-hearted person. At this moment, he didn't have any sad emotions, and he just felt relieved.

In ten years, there has been sweetness and passion, but it still can't beat the trivial things in life, and can't beat the obstacles of the family.

No matter how much you like it, you can't help but feel tired.

"You know, that's just a stopgap measure, and I'll be soon..."

Probably seeing Yao Liang's indifferent appearance, Zhang Yiwen became a little flustered, and the speed of his speech also became anxious.

His young master, he still doesn't know how to pretend and is so innocent.

Yao Liang thought to himself, and chuckled lightly, revealing a helpless smile.

"Will it be clear soon? Zhang Yiwen, don't be stupid, can you not listen to your father? Can you resist your father for me? Your father is still lying in the hospital bed, do you have the heart to be angry with him again? "

"If you can't, you want to marry and have children according to what your father said, then where are you going to put me?"

"Yao Liang, you are enough!"

Yao Liang's words went straight to Zhang Yiwen's sore spot, causing Zhang Yiwen to shake his body in embarrassment.

Yao Liang looked at Zhang Yiwen's embarrassment, and it would be a lie if he said he didn't feel sad, but no matter how heartbroken he was, he still had to be ruthless and make it clear.

Since the wound is there, it can only continue to fester, no matter how difficult it is to heal itself, it is better to let him be the buffoon and cut off the wound at once. Although it hurts to cut it, it is better than festering and worming later, digging into it day and night Heartache bone comes well.

"Zhang Yiwen, we have no chance."

After being entangled for ten years, and owed the other party an unknown number of muddled debts, they can finally settle it today.

At this moment, Yao Liang just wanted to take out a cigarette and smoke. He turned away from the person standing in front of him, and walked forward slowly.

Zhang Yiwen stood up straight, but for some reason, Yao Liang always felt that this man's back seemed to bend down, and he was not at all like the vigorous man he knew.

"What I said at the beginning was not false."

After walking an unknown number of steps, I heard the man behind me whispering these words.

Yao Liang couldn't and didn't dare to turn his head, he was afraid that if he really saw Zhang Yiwen's bent back, then he couldn't help but want to return to his side.

"That's long gone."

Just when Zhang Yiwen's father said that he disagreed, all the love words between them have long been counted, like a piece of waste paper, unimportant.

Breaking up with Zhang Yiwen was not as difficult as Yao Liang imagined. In the past, he was always afraid of this day, but when this day came, he found that he could still live a good life.

After all, in this world, no one would be unable to live without someone.

However, during the whole month after breaking up with Zhang Yiwen, Yao Liang couldn't say how good it was. He was in a daze. Only then did he realize how much he relied on Zhang Yiwen before.

The food in the refrigerator was bought by Zhang Yiwen, and the expiry date has long since passed; I tried to pick up a spatula to cook the food, but he almost didn’t cause a fire accident; He fell on the ground, no one put him on the bed, and he developed a high fever the next day.

Yao Liang was sleeping on the bed with a cold towel on his forehead, his whole body was exhausted, lying on the bed like a vegetable.

In fact, Yao Liang's fever has gone away a long time ago, just like Zhang Yiwen said about him, he is a thick-skinned and hard-boned man, and he always heals faster than ordinary people when he suffers from any illness.

Although Yao Liang's fever subsided, all his bones were numb, so numb that he didn't want to move, so he just lay there thinking about things.

When I think about it, I can't help but think of Zhang Yiwen.

He has never thought about getting to this point with Zhang Yiwen, but it is not difficult to imagine how they got along with each other in the past few years.

In the past few years, he and Zhang Yiwen are like those old couples who have entered a period of burnout. They dislike each other behind their backs, but they are unwilling to say it. They even prefer to stay in the company rather than go home.

Zhang Yiwen thinks that he is always tense, he will only bury his head in his work, and he doesn't like to talk to others; he thinks that Zhang Yiwen talks too much, and he will only smile around there.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yiwen really changed what he disliked about him, and became the same person as himself.

Then, they broke up.

The disapproval of Zhang Yiwen's family was within Yao Liang's expectations. Even without the problem of Zhang Yiwen's family, they would still be defeated by countless firewood, rice, oil, and salt.

People always like to try to change some established facts, with naive hopes in their hearts, which will only lead to misfortune in the end.

As he thought about it, he felt drowsy, and when he woke up, it was already dark.

After a night of sleep, Yao Liang managed to regain his energy. He took off the cold towel on his forehead, and when he got up, he felt dizzy. to wash up.

When he regained his energy, his appetite followed suit. He opened the refrigerator and looked at the remaining edible ingredients. After looking there for a long time, he straightened up, took out his mobile phone and ordered a bowl of porridge to be delivered.

After all, Yao Liang didn't think he had the leisure to face a fire accident.

The takeaway came quickly, it took only 10 minutes to arrive, but the deliveryman had a bad temper, and the bell rang more and more urgently, as if to remind him of his life, which made Yao Liang walk towards the door in a hurry. A few steps faster.

"You're too slow, I'm still smoking a beer and a barbecue."

The opening of the door was a complaint from the face, and Yao Liang was completely dumbfounded when he saw the person coming.

"What do you mean by being so stupid? Is it hard to believe that I'm here?"

The visitor still had the usual grandpa tone, before Yao Liang invited him, he turned his body sideways, followed the gap, entered Yao Liang's house unceremoniously, put down the smoked barbecue beer, and walked to the kitchen with ease. Drill in, and put the two glasses on the table.

Probably because the fever made people dull, Yao Liang still maintained the posture of opening the door, staring blankly at the person who opened and poured beer there.

It wasn't until someone opened the beer that the air in the beer tank surged upwards, making the sound of deflation, which brought Yao Liang back to his senses.

"Wang Xusheng?"

"What? I haven't seen you for a few months, and you don't even know me?"

Yao Liang had an intuition that he would not be able to take a good rest tonight, and his desire to drink porridge to heal his illness could probably be thrown into the trash can.