Ten years to feed the dog

Zhang Yiwen originally lived with Yao Liang, and the two bought a house together at that time. They thought that if there was no marriage contract, there would be a house contract to witness here. Who would have thought that they would split up in the end.

After the separation, Zhang Yiwen moved out of the house. After that, he didn't even dare to think that he could go back to that house one day, and he could hear Yao Liang tell him to go home together.

Yao Liang's words naturally surprised Zhang Yiwen, but joy still accounted for most of it. Perhaps because he drank too much tonight, Zhang Yiwen only felt a little confused, and the portrait stepped on the clouds. The pretended cold face disappeared without a trace long ago, and the whole person was so happy that anyone who saw it had to ask Zhang Yiwen if something good happened.

In fact, in retrospect, the two of them only broke up for a month, and even Zhang Yiwen's clothes were still in the house.

The layout of the room is still the same as before, without much change, which makes Zhang Yiwen a little dazed, as if the breakup of the month was just a dream.

"Where is this sunflower?"

Zhang Yiwen moved his gaze to the empty vase. He remembered that since the two lived together, the sunflower in the vase had not been absent for a day, and every time he looked at it, he could see the sunflower blooming brilliantly.

Seeing the empty vase at this time, Zhang Yiwen had a bad premonition in his heart.

Just like when Yao Liang told him about spending Christmas together, he was always haunted by a faint sense of uneasiness, which he couldn't ignore.

"threw."

There was not even much expression on his face in such a calm sentence.

If before Yao Liang said this sentence, Zhang Yiwen still thought that the two of them had a chance to reconcile, then the chance he thought had disappeared after he said this sentence.

After the joy faded, Zhang Yiwen became sober, as if someone had poured a plate of cold water on his head.

"You wash it first, your clothes are still in the closet."

Yao Liang took off his heavy coat while talking, and then walked into the study, leaving Zhang Yiwen standing there alone.

Zhang Yiwen stood where he was, a little dazed. He was so uncomfortable in this place where he was once called home, but now he is so uncomfortable. A sense of panic and strangeness climbed up in his heart, making people uneasy.

Zhang Yiwen looked at the closed study door for a long time, finally shook his head, pulled a wry smile and went to the bathroom.

The sentence of spending Christmas together does not seem to be a freezing point in their relationship, but a sentence that writes the death date of their relationship.

After Zhang Yiwen came out of the bathroom, he saw the back of Yao Liang busy in the kitchen. He stopped wiping his wet hair with a towel, and was stunned again, seeing that Yao Liang was about to turn around. Come on, and then hurriedly came back to his senses, and sat down at the dining table.

It’s no wonder that Zhang Yiwen was stunned. After all, Zhang Yiwen used to be the only one to do the kitchen. Yao Liang can be said to have a physique that has nothing to do with the kitchen. The last time he entered the kitchen, he almost did a major renovation of their house.

Just when Zhang Yiwen was still thinking about how Yao Liang had changed within this month, Yao Liang brought a bowl of hot soup and put it in front of Zhang Yiwen.

"You drank so much tonight, drink something hot before going to bed."

Zhang Yiwen has a strange habit after drinking. If he doesn't drink some hot soup to sleep after he comes back, he will definitely feel very uncomfortable when he wakes up the next morning.

The bowl of hot soup was sitting in front of Zhang Yiwen, and there was no material in the hot soup. At a glance, he knew that he just took a high soup to heat it up and put it in the bowl. Yao Liang would often do this for him, but today that The heat of the soup, however, suffocated people's eyes so much that they wet their eye sockets as if they were about to cry.

Zhang Yiwen buried his head and drank up the soup. After finishing drinking and putting down the bowl, he saw Yao Liang was still standing opposite him, looking at him quietly.

"give it to me."

Just like in the past, Yao Liang would always be there waiting for Zhang Yiwen to drink the soup, just like the three words before, just like before reaching out to take the bowl to wash, obviously everything is the same, but he can’t go back anyway.

Zhang Yiwen stared fixedly at Yao Liang's outstretched hand, and put the bowl in Yao Liang's hand after a while, but Zhang Yiwen's hand didn't leave the bowl, Yao Liang tried to take the bowl over with a little force, But Zhang Yiwen also grabbed the bowl with all his strength, and Yao Liang couldn't help but look at Zhang Yiwen suspiciously.

"We won't get back together, will we?"

Zhang Yiwen looked straight at Yao Liang, his tone seemed to be stating something, it was too normal, but when he listened carefully, he could still feel the tremor in his tone.

"Then Yao Liang, tell me why you still want to spend Christmas with me?"