Life is dull in the end.

...

In the hall, Chu Nange sat quietly opposite Fang Qing like that, watching the sunken wood incense sticks in front of the ancestral tablet in the center of the hall slowly burning, without saying anything or asking.

In the simple hall, there is only a mahogany table, a few wooden chairs, an old pendulum clock, and a set of mahogany sofas and tea tables, and in addition to a new water dispenser placed next to the tea table, it is so empty and simple.

Silently putting down the wooden chopsticks in his hand, Fang Qing looked blankly at everything that had not changed in his eyes.

In the past three years, she often spends time in this quiet house, because Chu Nange is a person who is not very willing to go out, he always likes to live simply, and then in this empty home, he looks at everything coldly.

So after the initial love, in the time of walking and leaving, Fang Qing always felt that he was not like a human being, just living in this city and living in front of her eyes.

But the truth is that his phone rings from time to time, although it is more of a business, but occasionally there are still many people looking for him to eat, drink and have fun, but most of the time he refuses indifferently, and then quietly huddles in this corner of the city.

Except for the limited number of people, when he wasn't at work, he was confined to his own home, either busy with business, or in a daze, reading, and sleeping.

Fang Qing remembered asking him, why don't you go out for a walk? Every time the answer was, well, there is no place you want to go, do you want to go out for a walk?

At the beginning, the love covered everything, so Fang Qing felt that it was nothing, she didn't like to go out, she just wanted to go out with herself, but then the storm of love passed, and she found that this kind of life was very boring and boring.

She was only twenty-two years old, and she couldn't stand this boring life.

So he endured and endured, said and said, but every time Chu Nange always smiled softly, he lived day after day, he would be willing to accompany her to the night party to sing, and even raise a glass with her friends to party, but Fang Qing always felt that no matter how drunk he woke up, he always looked at everything indifferently.

Not cold, not hot.

All the time living in his own world, pulling himself out of the city.

Fang Qing asked He Shuhuan, and also asked a few of his other friends who were always elusive, but she didn't understand the answers they gave.

All she knew was that she couldn't feel his love.

Fang Qing remembered that the woman surnamed Ye had told her that Chu Nange actually loved her very much, but she didn't know how to express it.

But maybe it was the demons in her heart, or maybe it was because of the long time, Fang Qing couldn't feel it more and more, she felt that she was no different from his friends, so she couldn't help but separate.

"Have you eaten enough?"

In a soft voice, Fang Qing looked at the pair of clear eyes on the other side and nodded subconsciously.

"Well, then I'll clean up, is there anything you want to do or go to?"

Looking at the person who picked up the dishes and chopsticks, looking at the back of the person walking towards the kitchen, Fang Qing subconsciously followed him in, in the sound of running water, looking at the person who was not tall, Fang Qing's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and suddenly hugged Chu Nange from behind, and whispered: "Nange..." ”

After a pause with both hands, Chu Nange responded softly: "Well, what's wrong?"

"What if... I think... With you again... Is that okay?"

Feeling the heat coming from his ears and listening to the words that came, Chu Nange nodded and said, "Well, the key to my house is still in your hand." ”

"Nange.... ”

"Fool, withdraw your hands first, I'm washing the dishes. ”

Fang Qing listened to the laughter in her ears, sobbed twice and immediately let go of her hands, standing aside and looking at the man who could bring her a sense of security, at this moment, she couldn't help but feel like when she first met, she always felt that there was nothing in this world that he couldn't do, even if he didn't understand many things, no.

After setting up the dishes and chopsticks, Chu Nange wiped his hands dry with a tissue, turned to look at the woman in front of him again, and said with a soft smile: "Okay, Xiaoqing, do you want to go out for a walk? I stopped working for the time being, and I can walk around with you." ”

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault.... ”

Reaching out and grabbing Fang Qing's right hand, holding up her drooping head, Chu Nange shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with you, don't I want to take a break?"

"Hmm... But.... ”

Chu Nange patted Fang Qing's hand and said softly: "Don't think about it, Tong Tong will help you get rid of the crime, if she can't, I will let Shuhuan fire her and let her go back to her hometown to farm." ”

Although Fang Qing didn't know that Chen Yutong, he had heard about her and knew her, and when He Shuhuan came here, he never complained about her.

Therefore, hearing Chu Nange's words, Fang Qing burst into tears and smiled: "If you fry Shuhuan, you won't fry Chen Yutong, people's strength is much stronger than your old friend." ”

Looking at Fang Qing who was smiling, Chu Nange chuckled and said, "Yes, that guy is just like me, he doesn't learn anything." ”

"You're so much better than him. ”

"Hehe, of course, there is a tall man among the short, and I am still a little better than him. ”

Sitting in the hall, chatting for a long time, looking at Fang Qing, who was getting less and less hazy, but still haggard, Chu Nange didn't mention anything about the lawsuit, just like when he was in love, chatting all over the world.

"Shuhuan will come over tonight, Xiaoqing, you sleep for a while, I'm just going to buy some food." ”

Fang Qing, who yawned, shook her head when she heard Chu Nange's words and said, "Well, but it's okay to buy it later?" I'm afraid of being alone, can I go back when I wake up?"

Looking at the time, Chu Nange put down the cigarette in his hand, nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll read the book for a while, and then I'll go back when you wake up, or I'll let Shuhuan buy it." ”

"Hmm. ”

Lying on the bed with a familiar smell, looking at the man who seemed to exist in a different world, listening to the wind chimes on the window, Fang Qing was thinking about the past in a daze, remembering the day she really met him, not the day she was drunk.

But in his dining room, the day she saw him huddled at the corner table, she had heard interesting things about him in the past, and she guessed a thing or two from He Shuhuan's usual ridicule.

Sometimes Fang Qing thinks about how good it would be if the first person he met was him, but then he would wonder if he would fall in love with him when he was young and frivolous, and whether he would be able to take a fancy to himself?

In the jingling of wind chimes, the physically and mentally exhausted man finally fell into a deep sleep, leaving only the lonely man with his eyes always sitting and watching, not knowing what he was thinking.

It's too late to meet, it's too early to meet, it's a kind of helplessness.

But early acquaintance is not necessarily a good thing, and late acquaintance is not necessarily a bad thing.

Gently pressing Wuming's beating right hand, Chu Nange sighed softly, he knew that her heart was always entangled, but he couldn't solve these things.

See a doctor and find a good psychiatrist.