Misfortune never comes singly
When Xia Lin looked up, he found that he had reached the door of his house.
The door was closed tightly.
He remembered that today was Song Yan's third day on a business trip. According to the plan, he should have two days to return.
Xia Lin stood quietly outside the door with cold hands and feet, with a dazed expression, the diagnosis book pinched in the palm of his hand was so heavy that he could not lift his hand to open the door.
Even if you enter the house, you won't see Song Yan's figure, and no one will come to comfort him or hug him.
Xia Lin didn't know how long he was in a trance, but finally he took out the key and opened the door in a slow motion.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, a choking smell of smoke pounced on his face.
Xia Lin coughed a few times subconsciously, and when she fixed her eyes, she found that Song Yan was sitting silently on the sofa in the living room with her head down, half a cigarette in her hand, her whole body enveloped in the haze of smoke. On the coffee table in front of her, the scattered cigarette butts could be twisted. Everywhere.
Xia Lin was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses. The hand holding the medical certificate subconsciously hid behind him. He hadn't figured out how to tell Song Yan about it, and he didn't want to see Song Yan feel sorry for him.
"Why did you come back early?" He changed a relaxed tone and walked to the window. "Smoking so much without opening the window for ventilation."
"You stop." Song Yan slowly raised his head and looked at him, sinking. Said the voice.
Xia Lin suddenly stopped, and he found that Song Yan's face was dark and gloomy at the moment, and even a little uncontrollable anger.
"What's the matter?" He lowered the volume and turned to Song Yan. "The work is not going smoothly?"
Song Yan suddenly stood up, staring at Xia Lin without an instant, his whole body revealed. The alert posture was obviously refusing his approach.
"Guess, who did I see when I went to City C this time?"
"Who?"
"Yu Luotong."
Xia Lin's breath suddenly stopped.
"Why?" Song Yan continued to stare at him, with a mocking smile on his face, "Is it surprising? In my lifetime, I can actually find Luo Tong again."
Xia Lin's heartbeat stopped for two beats, and then he heard his own voice hollow. Asked: "Luo Tong...have returned home?"
"Sure enough, you knew he had gone abroad." Song Yan's face was even more mocking, and even a trace of deep hatred and hatred was revealed, "But at the beginning, why did you Lie to me that Luo Tong is dead? Are you so wishing that he would die soon?
"I couldn't make it..."
"Pop----"
Before Xia Lin finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Song Yan's falling palm.
He only felt that It was dark in front of his eyes, and his body was shaky. He quickly reached out to support the wall to stabilize his figure and endure the fiery pain on his cheeks. He breathed in a low breath, waited for his eyesight to regain clarity, and then slowly said: "You â¦Can you listen to me to finish? "
Song Yan sneered, "Do you think I would be stupid enough to believe you again?" "
Another dizziness struck, Xia Lin closed his eyes, and he swallowed the rhetoric that had just been organized.
"Is there nothing to say?" Song Yan said with a cold smile on his face, "Xia Lin, I have asked myself how much I treat you these past few years, and I have also thought that I will live with you for the rest of my life to fulfill my promise to grow old with you." But how did you treat me? You lied to me that Luo Tong was dead. After looking at me in pain for so long, you finally left me by your side. You won. Are you very proud of me? "
Xia Lin closed his eyes again: "Song Yan, love didn't lose, I admit that I took advantage of the void when you were in pain, but it was not my intention to deceive you that Luo Tong is dead." "
"Enough!" Song Yan interrupted him coldly, "You look like you are so pretentious, I just look at it again and I feel sick." "
He walked quickly to the door, suddenly flustered temporary summer to catch up, grabbed his arm, like a pathetic about to be abandoned pets:" Yan Song Where are you going? "
Song Yan shook his hand away without looking back: "You are only allowed to move out of my house within one day!"
"...Song Yan?" Xia Lin's face paled a little bit.
"I don't want to see you again, please disappear from my world." Song Yan said, walking out and closing the door severely.
Xia Lin stood there in a daze for a while, tears of despair gradually overflowed.
"Yu Luotong, since you were determined to die and disappear now, why bother to come back..."
He hated Yu Luotong's rebelliousness, but he hated himself who had nothing to do at the moment.
He took a few steps back and sat down in the corner, letting tears flow silently, sitting until dusk fell.
Finally, he remembered the medical certificate.
He wiped away his tears, looked down at the crimped medical certificate in his hand, and his emotions gradually calmed down.
"That's it," he exhaled heavily and muttered to himself, "That's okay."
He didn't think about how to tell Song Yan about this, but God has already made a decision for him.
In fact, whether Yu Luotong returns to China or not, he and Song Yan are destined to not grow old together in their lives.
That being the case, it's better to let yourself go more free and easy.
Thinking of this, Xia Lin crumpled the diagnosis book into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket.
Then, he opened the window to dissipate the smell of smoke in the room, and cleaned the ashtray on the coffee table; he folded the clothes hanging on the balcony, and labeled the food in the refrigerator.
Then, he packed up his suitcase, put the key of the house back and put it on the shoe cabinet, and finally took a look at the place that carried his and Song Yan memories for several years, then opened the door and walked out.