Ye Wan'an slowly closed his eyes, "On Christmas Eve, I am preparing roast chicken at home." ”

Lu Lijian's eyebrows twisted, "I have a meeting tonight, and I can't go back." ”

"Lu Li, you were also working overtime on Christmas Eve last year." Her faint tone was recounting a fact.

Hearing this, Lu Li's patience was a little exhausted, but he didn't get angry at her, "The company is busy, you should know this very well, nothing is like this." ”

"Toot toot-" Ye Wan'an listened to the busy sound on the other end of the phone, and his fingers slowly covered the position of his chest, and then slowly tightened.

Since last year, the number of times the boss of the Lu Group has come home has become only a handful.

Since last year, the teenager who had promised to spend every Christmas Eve with her has forgotten his promise.

The bad big boy in my memory touched the back of his head and said to her with red ears, "Ye Wan'an, I haven't loved anyone else in the past, you are the first, I'm afraid that I don't do well, so you feel that love is just like this...... But, but I promise you, as long as I have a breath of air, I will be good to you for the rest of my life. ”

"Lu Li, it's been five years......" Ye Wan'an's painful cry sounded in the car, "You lied to me......"

She feels ...... now Love is really nothing more than that, no matter how vigorous the relationship is, it will eventually lose to time.

She made herself blind again and again, so that she could not see the kiss marks on his neck.

She made herself deaf again and again, so that she could not smell the perfume on him.

He used to love her so much, they went through the most difficult years of their lives together, why did they become like this?

Obviously, they have survived so much pain.

The warm lights of the house shone on the sumptuous food on the table, Ye Wan'an shook the red wine glass in his hand, looked out of the dark window, and his eyes were blank and empty.

Before last year, there were two people at this table every night, and whenever she was cooking food in the kitchen, Lu Li would hug her tightly from behind like an older dog, his head pressed on her shoulder, and he muttered in her ear dissatisfied, "Good night, why don't you talk to me?" ”

Ye Wan'an could only reply to him with tears and laughter, "I'm cooking." ”

"You don't use your mouth to cook, are you annoying me?" The bad one bit her neck and hit her upside down.

Ye Wan'an sighed helplessly at him, "Lu Li, if you make trouble again, you can cook today's meal." ”

"But...... I want to eat my wife's hand-made ......" he lowered his voice and coquettishly at her.

The better the past, the more desolate the scene is now.

Ye Wan'an picked up a knife and fork and drew a cut on the corner of the roast chicken, put it in her mouth and chewed it, but she didn't taste anything, she looked at the opposite position blankly, "Lu Li, you see, the roast chicken is no longer the taste of five years ago, no wonder...... You don't love me anymore. ”

Mechanically pinched the second piece and put it in her mouth, and after just chewing two bites, she hurriedly ran to the bathroom and vomited loudly, as if she wanted to vomit everything in her stomach.

It was already half an hour later when he came out of the bathroom, and Ye Wan'an was lying on the bed exhausted, his head was groggy and he didn't want to think about anything.

This year, the winter nights in Jishi are extraordinarily long, and the broken heart will still be lonely.

Ye Wan'an slept very badly this night, she would always wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, and then she didn't fall asleep again for a long, long time, she touched her forehead, she seemed to have a fever, and the cold medicine was in the drawer at hand, but she didn't want to get up to get it.

At Christmas, Ye Wan'an woke up on time at six o'clock, cooked himself a bowl of porridge, and drank it slowly.

When the phone rang when she finished washing, she paused after washing, and then hurriedly crawled to the living room to get the phone.