Ten years to feed the dog

"Yao Liang, we've known each other for almost 15 years, but all I know is that you don't have a good relationship with your parents. Your mother doesn't approve of us. Then what?"

Zhang Yiwen spoke slowly and softly, his tone full of depression and helplessness.

"Then what else do you want to hear, isn't that enough?"

Compared with Zhang Yiwen, Yao Liang's tone was a little anxious, he was a little irritable, and the feeling of boredom that had been forcibly suppressed in the hospital just now surged up again.

"But none of these things were told to me by you yourself."

Perhaps infected by Yao Liang's emotions, Zhang Yiwen also became a little excited. After realizing his excitement, Zhang Yiwen paused and calmed down:

"You know my family, why my mother divorced my father, and what kind of people my sister and my father are, but I don't ask you about your affairs, and I won't take the initiative to tell you."

"It's as if I haven't really understood you all this time."

Zhang Yiwen's tone was still calm, as if he was pretending to be calm, but the tightly furrowed brows betrayed him.

"Maybe you really don't know me, otherwise you wouldn't ask these fussy questions."

The emotions that had been suppressed surged up all at once, as if a valve had been opened, and couldn't be suppressed no matter what, the words in his mouth came out without thinking.

Yao Liang looked at Zhang Yiwen's somewhat shocked expression, but felt a little bit of happiness maliciously.

"Making a fuss over a molehill? If I really made a fuss out of a molehill, I should have asked you if Chen Lin sent you back!"

"Zhang Yiwen, you are fucking enough!"

One sentence from Zhang Yiwen hit Yao Liang's sore spot. The last time they had a quarrel was because Zhang Yiwen suspected that he had something to do with Chen Lin, and Zhang Yiwen's suspicion was the most unacceptable thing Yao Liang could do.

Originally, the atmosphere between the two was like a tight string, these words undoubtedly put more force on the string, causing the string to break completely.

What followed was crazy scolding, and the sweetness and tenderness just now disappeared, leaving only heart-piercing scolding and messy cups and dishes.

I don't know who said the word breakup first, but I only know that the word breakup is like a grenade. The moment it is thrown out, both parties hold their breath, and after the silence, tragedy erupts.

The two of them were like this now, the fierce quarrel came to an abrupt end, their eyes widened and their eyes widened, their chests unceasingly heaved and their overlapping panting sounds all showed the intensity of the quarrel just now.

Yao Liang turned his head away first, and entered the bedroom, leaving Zhang Yiwen alone, holding his forehead, sitting slumped on the sofa, facing the mess in the room.

Yao Liang's reticence, Zhang Yiwen's uneasiness and doubts, and the obstruction of the family members of both parties, neither of them can say that they are right or equal in this relationship.

Yao Liang knew, and Zhang Yiwen also knew that the two of them were no longer on the same path, and the gap between them would only grow wider. Breaking up was the best choice for them.

Everyone understands the truth, but 15 years is the best 15 years in life, from bumping into maturity, from youth to adulthood, how can you be so determined to let go of it?

How many years will it take to forget the 15 years of mutual acquaintance and love to the later chaos?

Yao Liang lay half asleep for a while, and then struggled to get up from the bed. His right temple was always aching, and his eyes were also very dry. He squinted to look at the electronic clock on the desk in front of the bed go.

It turned out to be four o'clock.

The quarrel with Zhang Yiwen just now is like a dream when he thinks about it now, he looked at the bedroom door, and then dropped his shoulders weakly, as if he didn't have the courage to open the door to face the mess outside.

He sighed, and walked slowly to the living room.

Yao Liang got out half of his body first, and took a look at the situation outside.

The football game was being broadcast on TV, the commentator’s weak voice came from the TV, and the lights in the whole living room were not turned on. Yao Liang saw Zhang Yiwen sitting on the sofa through the light of the TV. Yao Liang turned his eyes away and lowered his head Only to find that the mess on the ground had been cleaned up long ago.

Thinking that Zhang Yiwen should have cleaned it up, he looked at Zhang Yiwen again. Zhang Yiwen, who had been sitting on the sofa watching the football game, glanced back as if he had sensed something, and the eyes of the two met in the darkness.

An oppressive silence enveloped the two of them again.

"A can?"

Zhang Yiwen broke the silence first, raised the beer can in his hand, shook it slightly, and signaled Yao Liang to come and drink together.

Since Zhang Yiwen gave the step down, Yao Liang had nothing to be embarrassed about, so he followed Zhang Yiwen, walked over to pick up the can of beer, and sat next to Zhang Yiwen.

"Yao Yao, has it been a long time since I called you that?"

After a while, Zhang Yiwen started talking again, still looking at the TV in front of him.

"It seems that you haven't called it that since college."

"It's you calling me stupid instead."

Yao Liang couldn't help laughing when he heard this alias, and Zhang Yiwen turned to look at Yao Liang when he heard the laughter of the people around him.

"You laughed like that in high school, when we first met."

The smile on Yao Liang's face stopped, his eyes looked down slightly, his eyelids covered the emotions in his pupils, he paused for a while, then took a sip of beer before continuing:

"Really? I forgot."

The blue light reflected from the TV flickered, and even the faces of the two of them seemed to be blurred, and neither could see clearly or grasp the emotions of the other.

Zhang Yiwen laughed self-deprecatingly, and the laugh was so short that Yao Liang thought he had heard it wrong.

"Then you confessed to me after graduating from high school, don't you also forget?"

Zhang Yiwen teased Yao Liang half-jokingly, but Yao Liang didn't pick up the words, just watched TV and drank beer there, and didn't know if he heard Zhang Yiwen speak, Zhang Yiwen didn't care, just kept talking on his own :

"Actually, the night I slept at your house for the first time, I wanted to confess my love to you, but I was afraid that you would reject me and avoid me, so you asked me what the lyrics were I didn't answer you when

"When it was time to graduate, I was thinking that if I didn't talk about the two of us, we would be useless, so I boldly confessed my love to you, but in the end, you rejected me with a word of dandelion."

"Actually, I didn't think I would be successful at the time. I just said that after being rejected to pretend to be handsome. Thinking about it now, I'm pretty stupid."

"Yao Liang, I have really lost to you in my life."

Zhang Yiwen talked about these memories intermittently, his deep and slow voice was in sharp contrast to the slightly excited and hoarse voice of the commentator on the TV.

Yao Liang listened quietly without interrupting, but his thoughts followed Zhang Yiwen's words back to that rainy night, that day's classroom.

He still remembers the excitement at that time, the heart was beating hard and fast, the sound of the heartbeat seemed to burst his eardrum, he still remembered the feeling of heartbeat, but it was the impulsiveness and youth of young people, it was him When neither Zhang Yiwen nor Zhang Yiwen can go back.

"This life is still very long, maybe you will lose to other people in the future."

Yao Liang also imitated Zhang Yiwen's tone of teasing him just now, half joking and half serious.

"Impossible."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yiwen became serious and looked straight into Yao Liang's eyes. Even though those eyes were looking in such a hazy light, Yao Liang could still feel the seriousness and firmness in his eyes.

15 years, not to mention most of my life, but also a small half of my life, from the impulsive love in my youth to the fresh passion later to the current fluffy feathers, if it continues, it will be nothing but boredom. It's better to give up now, before the wound festers and rots.

"Zhang Yiwen, let's break up."

There were only eight words, but Yao Liang felt that it was extremely difficult to say them. He looked at Zhang Yiwen, and Zhang Yiwen looked at him, and the eye sockets of both of them gradually turned red, and their noses became sour.

As the cheers came from the TV, the two of them looked away as if they had been electrocuted, only to hear Zhang Yiwen say again in that joking tone:

"Is there no chance this time? Let's spend No. 12 years together."

"Gone."

"If I knew it, I would have written the letter for a little longer."

"Yeah, why don't you write longer?"

The two chatted in a low voice without saying a word, as if they had returned to the sweet time when they loved each other, until the day when the belly was white and the sun was rising.

It only took Zhang Yiwen more than ten minutes to pack his luggage, and Yao Liang sent him to the door. It didn't seem like they broke up. It seemed that Zhang Yiwen was just going on a business trip, and Yao Liang got up early to see him out.

"Do you really not regret it? I can spend many years with you again."

"You know, fortune tellers say that my fate is hard, that I can live a long life."

Yao Liang picked up the scarf hanging on the side, and hung it up for Zhang Yiwen. The tidying movements in his hands were proficient, as if he had done it countless times.

Yao Liang smiled, his eyes moved from the scarf to Zhang Yiwen's eyes, he looked at Zhang Yiwen:

"The fortune teller also said that my fate is hard."

Zhang Yiwen also laughed when he heard this answer, and finally just shook his head, as if he had conceded defeat:

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

The door had already been opened, and people had already gone out, but Zhang Yiwen just felt unhappy, not unhappy about breaking up, but unhappy about not saying anything.

So he turned around to look at Yao Liang again, and when his eyes met Yao Liang's reddish eye sockets, he knew that there was something he didn't say.

"Take good care of yourself."

But at the moment when he saw Yao Liang, Zhang Yiwen couldn't say what he wanted to say. Those words just made this breakup more difficult, and it was unnecessary and meaningless.

Yao Liang in front of the door was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said to Zhang Yiwen:

"I will live a long life, don't worry."

Zhang Yiwen only felt that the person in front of him was very close, but he couldn't catch him because of the distance. The small threshold that could be crossed in one step is now like a transparent high wall, separating the two, and no one can cross it. .

Zhang Yiwen looked at Yao Liang for a while, and finally turned around and left. This time neither of them looked back.

This is the sixth hour of their No.11 years together, Yao Liang and Zhang Yiwen officially broke up.