Zhang Yang looked at the photo on the tombstone in front of him, and his thoughts gradually withdrew from the memories of the past when he had just met his friend.

He rubbed his eyes and crouched down to light the incense in his hand.

It's been ten years...

It's been ten years since that man left this world...

Insert the incense into the incense burner and open the bottle that was set aside.

Whoop -

Fall in half in front of the tombstone.

On the other side, he sat on the ground with a small cup and drank slowly.

Looking at the young man who was embedded in the tombstone, Zhang Yang didn't chatter, just kept silent and drank quietly.

Ten years ago, Li Ye was on the rooftop of the supermarket, lying in his arms and having to close his eyes forever.

After that, he hid in Li Ye's house and rested for nearly a month without asking for leave.

When the people in the hospital saw him again, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, and the look in his eyes was replaced by an almost indifferent rationality.

This colleague remembered a person - Dr. Xiao Li, who had just passed away.

…

When he got home, before Zhang Yang could take off his coat, he heard the complaints of his wife, who was sitting in the living room watching TV.

"You didn't go to my sister's marriage today, do you know how embarrassing it is for me to stay there alone? Hum... Do you still want to live this day? ”

Zhang Yang frowned, but after all, he still didn't quarrel with his wife.

To put it bluntly, he married him just to cope with the urging of the family, and he didn't have much affection in essence, he respected his wife very much, but he didn't have love.

Over the years, I have paid little attention to her, and it is normal for the other party to occasionally complain about the troublesome mood and say some harsh words.

After changing into slippers, Zhang Yang was ready to go back to the room without saying a word.

"Wait a minute." His wife stopped him from going.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yang asked without being salty or indifferent.

"Mom was here today."

"What about her?"

"She explained something to me and went back."

"What's the matter?"

"The child's matter has been dragging on for several years."

Zhang Yang rubbed his eyebrows, "Mom, she's old, why didn't she nag about this?" Don't take it too seriously, you're forty years old, and you still have children, do you think it's safe? ”

Syllable!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the photographs on the table next to them were flipped to the ground, and the glass used to frame them was shattered.

In the photo, two men in white coats sit in a flower bed, one smiling heartily and the other posing with an expressionless poker face.

"Publicity!" The wife angrily pointed at her husband and vented the resentment she had accumulated over the years, "Have you thought about it? If we don't have children, who will take care of us when we are old? And you have a son! I've been married for almost ten years and haven't had any children, do you know what other people think of me! ”

Zhang Yang didn't reply, only glanced at her lightly, squatted down and picked up the photo.

The expressionless man in the photo has a hint of tiredness between his eyebrows.

"Ahh

Perhaps, he was already holding on at that time, right? After all, he failed to become the one who saved him...

Carefully putting away the photo, Zhang Yang couldn't help but think of the two people hiding in the cemetery and looking at him from afar.

Why don't you want children?

Being born by a pair of parents who don't love each other is a disaster for the child.

His relationship with his wife was not destined to be harmonious, so he thought that even for the sake of the children, this matter could not be resolved.

An example of being hurt by his parents, he already has one...

After years of accumulation of negative emotions, it is time to explode, and the wife, who has never lost her temper despite her usual sharp words, has not let go of her publicity as easily as usual this time, her tone is excited and sad, and she counts his dereliction of duty and indifference as a husband over the years.

"Zhang Yang, let me ask you, what am I sorry for you? I ask myself, everything I've done over the years has been done with you in mind..."

"I know you're busy, and after I got married, I took the initiative to quit my job to take care of your mother, do you know that I'm about to be promoted?"

"There was also a honeymoon period, and it was okay if you were not interested, but you received a call from the hospital and left me alone abroad..."

"You always don't reply to your phone calls and messages, and when you ask you, you say you're too busy to look at your phone..."

"Zhang Yang..."The wife squatted on the ground with her face covered, tears falling on the floor one by one, "I can't see you every day except for sleeping at night... Even if you are resting at home, you would rather hide in the study and read the materials than say a word to me... What the hell am I in your eyes..."

Because of factors such as dullness and burnout, people's marriage and love generally enter a dangerous period in the seventh year, which is called the "seven-year itch".

But there is no so-called "seven-year itch" in her marriage with Zhang Yang, because the relationship has been crumbling since the first one, like a skyscraper without a foundation, and it only takes a small accident to collapse.

Yes, Zhang Yang respects her very much, but he doesn't respect this marriage.

Zhang Yang looked at his wife, who was crying bitterly, and remained silent.

He once called himself the "little prince of communication", he had countless ways to make his wife happy, but since Li Ye left, he no longer had the heart to take care of the so-called interpersonal relationships, even the closest wives.

The wife cried for a long time, and then she stopped her tears and calmed down her rapid breathing.

"Today... It's Li Ye's sacrifice day, right? ”

There was a slight choked and hoarse in her voice.

"Hmm." Zhang Yang nodded and admitted, "Today I went to the cemetery to sweep his grave." ”

"I remember... He's been gone for ten years, hasn't he? ”

"That's right..."

The wife wiped tears from her cheeks, and then, as if the quarrel had never happened, said as if chattering, "Tell me about you." ”

"Yezi..."Zhang Yang's dull eyes suddenly lit up, "I met him in college, and our encounter was quite dramatic, at that time... Later..."

He didn't remember how long, or how much, but he remembered that it had been a long, long time since he had said so much, so long...

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, his wife took a deep breath, stepped forward, and hugged his neck.

Zhang Yang was at a loss, just when he was about to break free-

"Zhang Yang, I love you very much, even though you are not a competent husband, I can understand you, but I really can't hold on..."

The weariness and powerlessness of his wife's words were exposed.

Zhang Yang stopped moving.

"We... Let's get a divorce. ”

With the request of his wife, this deformed marriage came to an end.

Zhang Yang didn't feel any unwillingness or regret about this, he only felt that he owed his wife a lot over the years, and the divorce was a relief for the other party.

He only hoped that after leaving his side, his wife would be able to do well.

And there is nothing wrong with him, holding on to those precious memories and indulging in the past.