Wen Zhiyu was silent, his eyes were silent, calm and calm, as if he hadn't heard.

But the atmosphere of the whole room was eerie, and the air seemed to be tumbling with a cold and embarrassing factor.

Even Xiao Yinyin, who was sitting on the side eating the cake, noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, and she didn't even dare to eat the cake.

"Sister Qian, are the dishes ready?"

Mother Wen was the first to break the silence and shouted in the direction of the kitchen.

"And a Towner."

"Let's go, son, eat, don't bother with your dad." Mother Wen pulled the sleeve of Wen Zhiyu, showed disdain, and glared at Father Wen: "He is menopausal, and he is nervous all day long!" ”

"Yin Yin comes, grandma hugs, let's eat." Mother Wen stretched out her arms towards Yin Yin and said with a smile.

Yin Yin jumped off the sofa and ran into Wen's mother's arms.

Wen Zhiyu grabbed his coat casually, held it in his hand, and said in a light voice: "Parents, I won't eat, I still have something to do, I will leave first, and I will come to see you another day." ”

With that, Wen Zhiyu turned around and walked towards the door.

"Eh, son......"

"Son, what son! You treat him as a son, but people don't necessarily treat you as a mother! Father Wen dropped the remote control in his hand, and his anger was completely uncontrollable, exposed, although the words of scolding were said to Mother Wen, but his eyes were always staring at the back of Wen Zhiyu's departure, "As early as five years ago, he didn't even want a home for such a living dead!" ”

"You can't say a few words!" Mother Wen glared at Father Wen, and shouted in a low voice, "He finally went home, you have to make such an ugly scene every time!" ”

Father Wen immediately sneered sarcastically: "How many times has he been home over the years?" You can count on one hand! Which time did you come back for this home? How great he is, that woman has congenital heart disease, he went to study medicine without saying a word, and now a friend of his wants him to help with the operation, and a phone call is back! How can you be like you, ask for three or four times, and people are too lazy to take care of you! Your mother can't even catch up with the wild cats and dogs outside, and you're still a son and son! A rabbit cub with no conscience, Lao Tzu is raised for nothing! ”

"Wow woo woo"

For a time, there was a war of words.

frightened Xiao Yinyin, her mouth was deflated, and she began to cry.

"Yin Yin doesn't cry, be good." Mother Wen hugged Yin Yin and patted her back soothingly, but the more she cried, the more fierce she became, Mother Wen hurriedly called Sister Qian, "Sister Qian, take Yin Yin upstairs." ”

Sister Qian took Yin Yin away.

Mother Wen's face was completely overcast, and she glanced at the car where Wen Zhiyu was getting farther away, and she pushed Father Wen angrily: "These words, he came back and said them once once, and he said it for five years, interesting?!" Tell him to leave, you feel comfortable?! ”

Father Wen snorted angrily.

"Didn't he just take over the company and go to study medicine? It's been a lot of trouble, it's been a lot of noise, it's been a lot of years, and you still can't swallow it, you deserve to be uncomfortable! Every time he comes back, you mention it, it's strange that he wants to come back! Who wants to look at your stinky face! Isn't the company still good in Zhiqing's hands? He didn't embarrass you when he studied medicine, when others talk about how good your son is, don't you still be happy? I think you're just an old fool, and you have nothing to do all day long! He doesn't come back and thinks about it, and when he comes back, he bites people again! ”

Mother Wen's words made Father Wen silent.

This is a thorn in the pang between their father and son.

Stuck in my throat, I couldn't get down, I couldn't get out, and I was uncomfortable for five years.

Five years ago, Fang Yue had an accident and became a vegetative person, Wen Zhiyu turned his head and transferred to the medical department without consulting anyone.

By the time they found out, Wen Zhiyu had already been admitted to the graduate school of BGI, and it was too late to stop it.

When Wen's father learned about it, he was so angry that he had high blood pressure and stayed in the hospital for a whole month.

Even if he threatened Wen Zhiyu by severing the relationship between father and son, Wen Zhiyu was still unmoved and resolute.

After that, Wen's father said that he would no longer provide him with any living expenses and stopped his card.

Who thought that he really wanted to study medicine, he had been pampered since he was a child, and he supported himself by working part-time.

From graduate school to master's degree, he didn't ask his family for a penny.

This is also admirable, but this is also what makes Father Wen the most angry, if he uses such a great energy at home and uses it in his own business, it would be good, he is good, use it on a woman!

For the sake of Fang Yue, I didn't talk about a new relationship for five years.

Just guarding the living dead, living with a pure heart and few desires, a posture that she will not start again for the rest of her life if she doesn't wake up.

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Wen Zhiyu drove the car and drove slowly in the lane.

The heating in the car was sufficient, and the hot temperature made him feel that his breathing was not smooth and inexplicably depressed.

He lowered the window, and the cold wind blew on his face, but he still couldn't calm down the boredom in his heart.

Father Wen's words, he has heard them countless times over the years, from the beginning of the rejection psychology, to the current left ear in and out of the right ear, indifferent.

But tonight, I can't calm down.

Red light, car stopped.

He looked sideways slightly, looking at a Christmas tree on the side of the road, and his vision suddenly became trance-like.

Maybe..... It's because Christmas is coming.

This year's Christmas is the fifth year that Fang Yue has not woken up.

He said slowly, but Christmas, it was true.

It's not that I'm deliberately running away, but I always feel a little guilty in my heart.

On Christmas Day, Fang Yue ran to him crying, and the first thing he said was: "Let's break up." ”

Ignoring her disheveled and haggard face, he was silent for a moment and then replied with only one word: "Good." ”

When Fang Yue, who had always been gentle and weak, heard the reply, she broke down and cried, pointing at him with trembling fingers: "Wen Zhiyu, you are always like this, cold, no one will stand you!" You don't deserve to be loved at all! Even if I'm wrong, I won't feel sorry for you in the slightest! ”

"Dididi-"

The urging whistle kept sounding behind him, pulling Wen Zhiyu's distant thoughts back abruptly.

The red light has passed, and the green light has passed a little halfway point.

Wen Zhiyu stepped on the accelerator and drove away quickly.

Stopped under the apartment building and didn't get off the bus.

When you think about the past, you will inevitably be upset.

The chest was like being crushed by a stone, heavy and blocked.

He sat quietly for a few minutes, then suddenly raised his hand and pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the storage box.

Take a cigarette out of the cigarette case and light it.

The movements are skilful and natural.

The slender fingers held the cigarette, handed it to his mouth, and took a puff without light or weight.

The way men vent always seems to be these options, either smoking and drinking, or being "woman".

He rarely drinks, hardly touches it, and doesn't smoke often, except when he's stressed out and upset.

The bitterness in his mouth was wrapped in nicotine, and the moment the smoke was spit out, the sorrow faded away, but then it made a comeback.

He leaned back in his chair and stared blankly at the spark between his fingers.

The irritability factor is getting more and more agitated.

The intensity of holding the cigarette gradually increased, and the eyebrows gradually frowned.

"Ring, ring, ring."

The phone rings suddenly, breaking the silence.

Wen Zhiyu sat still and did not move, his brows furrowed more and more.

There is no intention of taking it.

was stunned for a moment, and just when the phone was about to hang up automatically, he slowly took out his mobile phone.

When I saw the caller ID, I squinted my eyes.

"Good evening." As soon as I answered, it was the girl's naughty voice.

"Hmm."

Seven emotions and six desires, it is really a strange and elusive thing, it makes people irrational, anxious, and gloomy, but it will make people feel comfortable and relaxed.

Some people can leave traces in their hearts only because she came just right.

When he is lonely, when he is dark.

"Dr. Wen, I forgot to ask you, why are you angry today?" Yu was slowly puzzled, "You let me think for myself, I can't think of it after thinking about it for a long time." ”

Wen Zhiyu couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, and then directly pressed the hang up button.

Yu slowly stopped abruptly.

Yu on the other end of the phone: ???

A few seconds later, he struck again.

"Am I bothering you?" Yu asked slowly and cautiously.

"Still don't get it?" Wen Zhiyu asked rhetorically.

Yu was slowly confused: "What do you understand?" ”

The cigarette between his fingers has not been smoked for a long time, and it has slowly burned to the end, and the hot temperature burned his fingers, Wen Zhiyu opened the car door and got out of the car, extinguished the cigarette on the trash can on the side, and then threw it in.

Locked the car.

Unhurried, walk towards the apartment building.

"Don't hang up on me again." After a pause, he added, his tone was indifferent and inexplicably domineering: "I don't like it." ”

"....." Yu slowly came to his senses, and quickly explained, "I didn't mean to hang up on your phone at that time, or ..... I pressed the wrong button!! ”

Then he apologized vigorously: "I'm sorry, I won't!" ”

This stupid look drove away the haze in his heart.

"Hmm."

"Are you done now?"

"Hmm."

Yu on the other end of the phone was slowly scratching his head, so helpless, chatting with Wen Zhiyu, he said "um" the most.

How do you keep talking?

She was thinking, maybe Wen Zhiyu didn't want to continue chatting with her, so it was so cold.

So Yu slowly said very familiarly: "You've been busy for a day, you're tired, I won't bother you, you rest early." ”

Wen Zhiyu didn't speak.

"Hang up."

Wen Zhiyu was still silent.

Yu slowly wondered, what does this mean???

"Are you still there?" Yu asked slowly and softly.

Wen Zhiyu swiped the card, the elevator door opened, and he walked in, his deep pupils shrank and shrank, thinking blankly.

Then, he whispered her name: "Yu slowly." ”

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

"I'm not Christmas."

"I know, you've said it...."Speaking of this, Yu slowly became lost.

"But I'm on Sunday."

"Huh? What do you mean? "Yu slowly lost his mind.

"Think for yourself."

Wen Zhiyu threw down these three words again, and then hung up the phone directly.

The elevator door opened, he changed his shoes, walked into the living room, and a text message suddenly popped up on his phone: See you (●^o^●) on Sunday