Lens

Ron Pezhua was very tired. He had never wanted to go back to that rainy land all year round. Maybe it was because of someone's departure, or maybe it was because of someone's arrival.He was sitting blankly in the study, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows brought in the benevolent sun, and the fine dust followed Apollo, the sun god.Beep—the sound in the empty study brought Ron Pezhua out of his empty heart.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ron Pezhua?" A woman's charming voice came from the other end of the radio wave.

"Yes, Ms. Lu." Ron put his phone on speakerphone and put it aside. He didn't need to raise his voice. His voice was much louder than Jia Yushi's, but he didn't have a British accent. He only stayed in the UK when he was 23 years old. .

"I would like to invite you to listen to a play at the Hangzhou Grand Theater."

Ron looked up at the sky, and the word "NO" was drawn on the tip of his tongue, but he still couldn't say it. He wanted to go back, but he had to make some decisions now.

"Well, okay, so what time is it?"

"Tomorrow at 16:40." There was overflowing joy in the woman's voice, so much that Ron had some illusions.

The red curtain was opened, and the music played. Hua Dan in Tsing Yi in costume came up on the stage with her sleeves flung, her eyes full of affection, and after a while, Xiao Sheng came up again, singing a duet.

"For you, you are as beautiful as a flower, and the years are like water." When he sang this sentence, Ron suddenly woke up. He turned his head to look at the woman, and then turned his head to look at the stage. Flicking up his sleeves, he sang the libretto below.

"Like him." Ron said an inexplicable sentence in a low voice, and this sentence shocked the obsessed Ms. Lu.

"I'm getting a divorce recently." This Ms. Lu suddenly turned her head to look at Ron seriously, her eyes were hinting and teasing.But this man from Great Britain didn't receive this kind of information, he just looked at himself with helpless eyes, which made him very angry, so she opened her mouth a second time. "My husband and I have lived together for six years, only one year away."

Ron nodded, thinking that someone once said that the wives of knowledgeable people usually call their husbands sir (nonsense).

"We have a word in China called the 'seven-year itch'."

Ron watched her calmly, the lyrics slipping by his ears.

"My husband comes from a scholarly family, and my family is in business. The business of my ancestors was the last generation." She paused, and then continued naturally, "At first, my husband chased me. There's a lot of poetry in there." She smiled mockingly, and Ron figured if she had a cigarette she'd be smelling good.

"When it's time for the internship, my husband mentioned it to his family." She paused again, then raised her head suddenly, looking straight into Ron's eyes, "They don't agree, I think so, but my husband I persisted, which really surprised me, and then he left home and married me, and he didn't go out, but taught in school." When she said these words, she was smiling.Following her words, Ron suddenly thought that Jia Yushi should have been reincarnated a long time ago, and he was the one who stayed.

"Two years later, my husband and I had our first child, and my husband was accepted by the family, but I changed. I went into business with my father." Her eyes were gloomy, her thumb rested on the pulp of her index finger, She spoke again, saying something crueler, which at least Ron felt was too much for a man. "When I came back, my husband suddenly changed. He treated me like a daughter. We quarreled again and again, but he always looked at me in silence with hopeful eyes." She took a long breath.Ron found that he could find his shadow in this woman, and his heart was overwhelmed by self-blame.

"In the end, my husband and I got into a fight like this, and I filed for divorce first."

People from the theater came out one after another, and the old theater fans talked freely. This noisy environment did not affect the two people who blamed themselves.

The author has something to say:

Why does no one watch QAQ