It was ten o'clock at dusk when Fu Lingye came out of the airport.

He pinched his eyebrows, pulled out his phone, looked at the name in the first place in the address book, rubbed his fingertips against the screen, and remembered what his doctor had told him.

After a long time, Fu Lingye sighed softly and beckoned a taxi.

In the car, looking at the scenery outside the window and quickly retreating in his sight, Fu Lingye fell into deep thought.

He vaguely remembered that he and Evan had come back from the United States, and it seemed that it was dusk when he got off the plane.

He had always been a very possessive person, but after being with Aven, he found that Evan's possessiveness was stronger than him, and the feeling of oppression made him go from uncomfortable to almost suffocating.

When he was separated from Ai Wen, Fu Lingye didn't feel much sadness, but just breathed a deep sigh of relief, as if his life that had been stirred up into chaos was finally about to start returning to normal.

After Evan went to the United States, Fu Lingye became more devoted to his work.

In his career, he will make CE bigger and better, and the three words Fu Lingye have long been gilded and can shine anywhere.

But compared to his work, his life seems boring.

A fixed sexual partner solves his physical needs, but Fu Lingye feels that every time he gets off the other party's bed, although his body is temporarily satisfied, his heart is full of loneliness.

Until one day, he saw a woman dressed ugly and old-fashioned on his bed in the hotel, but this dirt-bag woman had a face that was completely different from her clothes.

Fu Lingye has a good memory, but when he looked at the white and tender face, he couldn't figure out where he had seen this woman.

After watching it for a few minutes, Fu Lingye didn't want to think about it anymore, he untied the bathrobe on his body and put the dirt bun on the bed.

The taste of the soil bun amazed him as much as the face of the soil bun, and it also made him remember.

Later, it wasn't until he was with Bai Suran that Fu Lingye gradually understood that when he was with Ai Wen, it was not that his possessiveness was not as strong as Ai Wen, but that he didn't love Ai Wen.

Because he doesn't love Aiwen, when Aiwen insists on something, he will let it go.

Because he didn't love Aiwen, he was relieved even when they parted.

He wouldn't be like this, he wanted to know everything about Bai Suran, and he had to worry about it.

Bai Suran said that he wanted to go out to wave, and he couldn't wait to install a monitor on her.

It wasn't until one day after Fu Lingye and Bai Suran were together and lived together that he suddenly remembered......

The salary was just paid that day, and Bai Suran pinched the pen and counted his salary and performance last month on paper.

Fu Lingye was reading a book on the side, listening to Bai Suran's mouth chattering: "I went to class for twenty-two days last month, so I have to multiply the base number eight, and twenty-two times eight...... 286......"

In this sentence of "two hundred and eighty-six", a certain memory point in Fu Lingye's mind suddenly shone brightly.

Fu Lingye suddenly remembered.

One day, a long, long time ago, his car was sent for maintenance, so he decided to walk to a restaurant not far from the company to make an appointment.

When he was walking on the road, Fu Lingye saw a woman wearing an aunt's skirt walking towards him, the woman lowered her head and counted with her fingers, "...... Seventy-seven forty-five...... Hey, no, that's a few bucks for me!! ”

The woman raised her head and was dissatisfied and angry, Fu Lingye was simply shocked by this arithmetic skill, and when she walked by the woman, she didn't know where the kindness came out, and reminded the woman with a lot of mouths: "Seventy-seven forty-nine." ”

The two didn't look at each other, but Fu Lingye said this at the moment when they rubbed shoulders.

When Fu Lingye walked past her, the woman thought about it and seemed to understand that "seventy-seven is forty-nine, not forty-five", so she turned around and said "thank you" to his back.

Fu Lingye didn't look back, he just felt that this woman wouldn't be mentally retarded~

The valve of memory was opened, and Fu Lingye turned his head to look at Bai Suran, who was holding the pen and frowning and muttering "two hundred and eighty-six......

Oh, it turns out that this retarded is that retarded.

The past with Bai Suran, Fu Lingye can recall a whole day.

The car was parked at the entrance of the community.

After walking for five minutes, Fu Lingye pushed open the iron door and entered the villa, only to find that the entire house was pitch black.

This point Bai Suran should have just finished eating, swinging in the yard or teasing the dog.

He frowned and walked in, but turned on the light and saw no one.

The lights on the second floor were still empty.

"Bai Suran?"

Fu Lingye's heart gradually became uneasy, this feeling was like being lost in the boundless grassland, and it was like falling into the middle of the river and being wrapped in crazy aquatic plants, panicked and uneasy.

Almost subconsciously, Fu Lingye ran to the closet to see Bai Suran's clothes.

Less, a few sets of clothes for each season!

Fu Lingye suddenly seemed to be a little out of breath, and strode into the room with a wooden face.

On Bai Suran's dresser, nothing was taken away, and her long hair was still wrapped around the comb.

The jewelry he had given her in the drawer was all there.

She only took a few sets of clothes and the necklace he gave her, and she left a room full of memories and him.

And underneath a bottle of perfume, a lone piece of paper lay down.

Fu Lingye pulled out the paper, and there were only two words on it: Let go of yourself, let me go.

Eight words, stabbing Fu Ling's ambition throbbingly.

Fu Lingye pinched the note in his hand, and his mood was very complicated.

He wanted to go to Bai Suran immediately, but he was afraid.

It's not that he doesn't know that at the wedding of Xiao Man and Lao Wang, Bai Suran looked at Xiao Man in a wedding dress with envious and eager eyes.

It's just that when he thinks of marriage, a red color flashes in his mind, and the picture of his mother lying alone in that red.

Since he became an adult, he has been determined not to marry and have children, and this idea all came from the scene when he was sixteen years old, when he witnessed his biological mother being forced by the junior to jump from the tenth floor.

And his mother's bones were not cold, and Xiao San took his son to live in Fu's house.

Fu Lingye still can't let go of this matter, and he can't forgive his biological father and the third mother and son, and at the same time, he can't forgive himself.

Witnessing his mother's death from a building made him resolutely disbelieve in love and marriage.

But then he met Bai Suran, the love that Bai Suran made him believe in again, and also tried to be deeply loved by a woman and love a woman for the first time.

He had long known that Bai Suran wanted to get married, although on the surface he either changed the topic or terminated the topic directly, but in fact he contacted the psychiatrist as early as when he was on a business trip to the United States.

At a young age, he was not only determined not to marry or have children, but also began to fear it, a deep fear.

He needs time, he needs enough time to free himself.

But before he could begin to treat his psychological fears, Bai Suran left.

Fu Lingye was timid, sad and sad for the first time, he leaned on the edge of the bed and sat down dejectedly.

After sitting all night, when the sunlight poured into the room the next day, Fu Lingye looked up at the empty and lonely bed, got up like a puppet and walked to the bathroom.

The man in the mirror had bloodshot eyes, and his chin was covered with stubble because he hadn't slept all night.

He closed his eyes and felt a soft body against his back, and his waist was also wrapped around a pair of arms, and it was the voice that sounded in his head all night and said to him: "Fu Lingye, I want to eat spicy hot pot tonight, if you don't allow it, I'll roll on the ground to show you." ”

Fu Lingye suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no one behind him in the mirror.

Almost at this moment, Fu Lingye suddenly turned around and went back to the room, dialed a number with his mobile phone, and after a while, he said to the phone: "Dad, you can manage the company, I want to go to the United States...... The return date is undecided. ”

The moment he hung up the phone, Fu Lingye began to pack his things, and then called his assistant to go to the airport after handing over his work.

In the moment before getting on the plane, Fu Lingye's chest was hot, and he had never been so eager to come back too quickly.

Bai Suran, wait for me, please wait for me.

……

During these five months in the United States, Fu Lingye followed the advice of his psychiatrist and temporarily cut off contact with everything in the past.

He put down his work, put down his life in the country, blocked all things and information, and concentrated on receiving treatment from professional doctors.

It's only been five months, and the results are not great.

The psychiatrist said that witnessing his mother's death was the biggest cause of his psychological disorder, and that every time the doctor tried to untie the knot in his heart, Fu Lingzhi had a powerful force in his heart that resisted all treatment.

The magic barrier of his mother's death is too powerful, coupled with his belief for so many years, Fu Lingye has made it his belief that he is not married and has no children.

And in this world, the strongest force is nothing but the faith in the heart of man.

So in the eyes of the psychiatrist, he was helpless against Fu Lingye's beliefs.

Treatment was interrupted.

The weather in the United States in December was much colder than in the south of the country, and Fu Lingye walked alone in a black coat.

The moment he walked out of the psychiatrist's treatment room, he felt like his heart was dead.

Could it be that he really can't get over this hurdle?

Gradually, scattered snowflakes fell from the sky.

Fu Lingye suddenly stopped and walked in the direction where another song came from.

It's an Asian-faced street performer singing the song she once sang for him.

……

You know

The rainy season here is only one or two days

The days are long and short

There are three years of night

Know today's news

Said the bridge on Highway 1 was broken

Are we still going

Don't talk about it anymore

I'll fix it for a year

Can you wait a year

Are you still going

Do you like it

……

The singing voice hit Fu Lingye's heart, and his mind was full of pictures of Bai Suran looking at him after singing this song.

Fu Lingye thought in his heart, this person is not as good as Bai Suran's singing.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly moistened, and a line of warm liquid dripped from his sockets.

Fu Lingye suddenly seemed to wake up.

It turns out that no matter how good the doctor is, no matter how good he is, no amount of psychotherapy is in vain.

His best and best medicine is Bai Suran!

Fu Lingye took a breath of cold air, and his heart thumped in his chest.

He was thirty years old.

For the first time, he longed to get married and have children, and these desires came from Bai Suran.

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