After the actor broke up

When they arrived at Luo Jingyu's parents' home, Luo Jingyu got out of the car to get things first. Wenzheng carried the cage containing coal balls. Before going out, he took a deep look at the photos on the instrument panel. Can't see clearly, some reflective light, Wen Zheng lowered his head, the hair on his forehead drooped limply, covering his eyes, Wen Zheng moved the corners of his mouth.

It's all over, but I still care about it. For more than 1000 days, I haven't been able to say a word to him, and I have become a background board in Luo Jingyu's past. No, the background board is still eligible to appear on the scene.

He is just a passerby, a passerby who has been a classmate for three years.

Wen Zheng took a deep breath, and finally turned around and left.The briquettes in the cage looked at him with dark green pupils, and whimpered a few times, as if they sensed the master's sadness and wanted to comfort him.

Luo Jingyu dragged his luggage and stood waiting for him, tall and straight. After all these years, Wenzheng thought, maybe he just waited for such a day, and the other party was waiting for him on the road ahead, and that was enough.

He will restrain all the distorted desires in his heart. Such days are hard-won, and nothing can be a hindrance, not even himself.

As soon as she entered the room, Mother Luo hurriedly took Wenzheng to sit down, and when she looked up and down until her face turned a little red, she took Wenzheng's hand and said, "I lost weight, thank you for your hard work, Xiaozheng."

Wen Zheng smiled with a clear and warm smile, "Mom, it's not hard, I'm very happy."

As soon as Luo Jingyu opened the cat cage, the briquettes jumped into Wenzheng's arms and looked around vigilantly. When Wenzheng and Luo's mother had been talking for a while, the briquettes fell asleep on Wenzheng's lap. The briquettes have grown a lot in two months, their fur is smooth and long, and they form a big ball when coiled up.

Mother Luo glanced at it and said, "This cat is quite heavy, isn't it tired? Put it on the sofa."

"It's not heavy." Wenzheng's ears were a little hot, and he was not a fragile porcelain doll, "Jingyu told you that we will go on a trip in a week, so I will trouble you and dad to take care of the briquettes."

"This cat is called briquette? Jingyu came up with the name." Mother Luo tucked her hair behind her ears, and continued, "Jingyu is finally enlightened, Xiaozheng, if he feels uncomfortable, he should directly punish Jingyu. This is what he should do." .”

"it is good."

After dinner, Luo Jingyu accompanied Mother Luo to wash the dishes in the kitchen. Luo Jingyu washed Mother Luo and wiped the dishes. Wenzheng was supposed to be doing it, but Luo's father in the living room asked him to play chess.

"After all these years, you are finally willing to live a good life." Mother Luo said while wiping the bowl, "In fact, in the first one or two years, I couldn't be more mad at you for wanting to live with a man, and your father was more mad at you for being raped by your own boss." Together, in your circle, isn’t that called nurturing? He’s been turned away countless times.” Mother Luo recalled, the smooth and shiny porcelain bowl vaguely reflected her face, she blinked, The thin and handsome young man stood outside the door for a long time with his hands full of things, and when his beautiful eyes were covered with gray, he still felt sad for no reason.The shadow was stretched by the lights in the corridor, and finally he put down the gift and left lonely.Luo's mother put down the bowl and looked at her son's profile. Everyone could see the pride in Wenzheng's bones. If he didn't love him too much, why bother to please the other's parents so humblely. "Our family can't say ironic words or do excessive things, but when it comes to being ruthless, it's pretty awesome. Jingyu, sometimes mom wonders how much cold violence Xiaozheng has eaten from our family."

Luo Jingyu's hand stopped, and his heart felt a little uncomfortable.Yes, how much cold violence did they give Wenzheng?

Luo's mother didn't wait for Luo Jingyu to answer, she still said to herself: "In the first few years, you were busy working hard, and you seldom went home, and you went home in a hurry. Humans have bad roots, and they can't bear to blame. My own child. This relationship between you that was not recognized by us was won by Wenzheng bit by bit. Maybe you just discovered by accident that at some point, we have gotten along so well with Xiaozheng. If hurting others is also a sin, your father and I thought we had lived a decent life for most of our lives, and we are all guilty of Xiaozheng."

After saying this, Mother Luo wiped the wet corners of her eyes, put down the bowl, patted Luo Jingyu on the shoulder, and went out.

Luo Jingyu stood in the kitchen, silent for a long time.

When he returned to the bedroom, Wen Zheng was holding a book of fairy tales and reading. When he saw Luo Jingyu coming in, he put down the book and adjusted his glasses. He got out of bed and handed him medicine and water: "The injury on your back In winter, you should pay more attention." Wen Zheng knew all about Luo Jingyu's injuries, big and small, when he was filming.

Luo Jingyu took the warm water and white pills and put them in his mouth, feeling bitter to the bottom of his heart.

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Jiang Liang'an works as an unloading worker for some supermarkets, thinking that after a while, Niannian will be discharged from the hospital, and their family will celebrate their birthday together, so Jiang Liangan wants to earn more money and buy Niannian a beautiful princess dress and A pair of small leather shoes.

Although Wen Yan has a lot of money, but...Jiang Liangan wiped the sweat from his forehead, the scars on his face are still shaking after all these years, he is no longer the young master Jiang who had to rely on his parents to drink a bottle of water in the past.

When it was time to eat, Jiang Liangan and the workers sat on the steps of the back door of the supermarket. It was still cold in winter even if there was sunshine, but each of them had bare arms, and their rough hands were covered with frostbite. How hard the days are, life means that each has its own way of living, and each has its own expectations.

The worker wolfed down the lunch box worth a few dollars, but Jiang Liangan ate the three steamed buns he bought this morning and mixed it with mineral water.

Most of the time, I feel that I can't live a hard life. It means that life has not yet reached an impasse.

An older worker looked at the hard steamed buns in Jiang Liang'an's hand, then at the several pieces of fatty braised pork in the lunch box, and sat down beside Jiang Liang'an, "Xiao Jiang, the whole thing is like (meat), you Seeing that you are so skinny as a big guy, it's not worth it."

Jiang Liang'an swallowed his choked head, quickly waved his hands and said, "Brother Li, you can eat, I have no problem eating this, I'm quite full."

In the end, Jiang Liang'an still ate a few pieces of fat, and Brother Li gave up.

When Wen Yan came, he saw Jiang Liang'an sitting on the steps drinking mineral water, holding half a steamed bun in his hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Wen Yan, and Jiang Liang'an froze.The water in his hand poured unconsciously, and soon he choked, clutching his chest and coughing until tears came out, and the workers beside him rushed to relieve him.