Jiang Kexin didn't know when he hung up the phone, maybe his mother hung up first.

Now she could say that all she could think about was her mother's words. Lu Jinyan had an accident.

It's muddy, and now it's Jiang Kexin's state. Ants.

Falling on the cold concrete floor, Jiang Kexin felt that his heart had been dead for a long time, and there was a faint tingling sensation. Little by little, it is gradually expanding. But the mother's serious words echoed in his ears.

Lu Jinyan said what happened to him!

With trembling hands, he pulled the phone out of his pocket, and tried several times but couldn't press the familiar number.

What kind of position can I stand on now to ask him? Even the most ordinary greetings from a friend's eyes may be disqualified.

He and she had never been friends, at best they were strangers.

After a breakup, you can't be a friend, and you can't be an enemy. Because you have hurt each other fiercely, you can't be friends, and because you have loved each other fiercely, you can't be enemies. This sentence has become the best interpretation between Jiang Kexin and Lu Jinyan.

Because I loved each other deeply, I couldn't hate each other. is also because they once loved each other deeply, but they can't face it, they can only become strangers.

The most familiar strangers. You can miss it, you can remember it, but you can no longer find a use that you can care for and embrace. It's a rather embarrassing existence, but at the same time extremely sad.

The word divorce is like two high mountains across Jiang Kexin and Lu Jinyan's opinion, which cannot be crossed or touched.

An emotion called anxiety filled Jiang Kexin's heart.

Helplessly, he patted his somewhat stiff face, and stood up from the ground with his body propped up. It's time to go to class, don't be late. Even if I don't have the slightest desire to go to the class now.

I stumbled all the way to the classroom, only to find that the entire large classroom was already full, even the professor, who usually likes to be late, has already arrived.

For a moment everyone looked at her.

"Sorry, Professor, I'm late." Hurriedly apologized to the professor, Jiang Kexin lowered his head and ran to the last row to find a random seat and sat down.

The professor's voice was groggy, and Jiang Kexin only felt that his body was getting more and more tired. Little by little, the eyelids are getting closer and closer.

Everything began to blur, except for the professor's groggy narration as she fell asleep little by little as she fell asleep.

When she woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the third day, and she also got on the plane back to Haicheng in the afternoon of the day she woke up.

Her mother, Du Lanxin, sat beside her and shed tears without saying a word. But my father stiffened his body like a wooden man, and did not look at himself.

Only his shaking hands betrayed his nervousness.

Jiang Kexin's heart was throbbing. Hearing and seeing was obviously not a hierarchy, and she thought she was selfish enough to accept her parents' pain.

But it wasn't until they met that she knew she couldn't do it.

It's just that after a few months, my father's face is already full of wrinkles, and his sideburns, which once had no gray hair, have become snow-white.

It's all because she's acting too selfishly. She only thought about the pain of losing her child, and she only thought about the heartache when she was forced to divorce. But they didn't think about their parents, they lost not only a grandson, but also a daughter they always loved.

They have lost far more than they have lost, and how can they imagine the pain they have experienced.

That kind of pain, Jiang Kexin couldn't imagine.

She struggled to lift her still very sore arm and squeezed her father's still trembling hands. With the last of her strength, she said what she wanted to say the most.

"Dad, let's go home."

The scene outside the lathe is still so familiar, and after a few months of leaving, Haicheng has not changed in the slightest, the only thing that has changed is the heart of the person sitting in the car.

Jiang Kexin felt that his life was almost complete for a while. Whether it is feelings or life, she has experienced the ups and downs, experienced and owned, and now everything is flat again, and she thinks that she seems to have no reason not to be satisfied.

But when he returned home and saw the emaciated body at the door, Jiang Kexin suddenly felt that his dead heart suddenly had the urge to come to life.

It's only been a few months, and time has not changed anything in Lu Jinyan's appearance. is still those deep eyes, with a gentle gaze, it seems that people can be drowned in his gentle gaze like this.

"Sweet." His voice still felt as good as ever, and it was good to hear tears disobediently drawing out of his eyes.

She still can't forget that this is such a person with the same gentle voice, like everyone announces the end of their marriage. She can't forget that this person hurt herself and was quite stimulated, and she lost her own child since then, maybe she won't have any more children in the future.

As long as he thought of this gentle voice, Jiang Ke's heart trembled with pain. My heart became stiff again.

"Drive!" Jiang Kexin heard his cold voice. She tried hard not to let herself see Lu Jinyan's expression, but everything about him had already been firmly remembered in her heart.

He was thinner than he had seen on television, and his once-angular face was now high in cheekbones and deep-set eyes. The only constant is his gentle eyes that can drown.

What Jiang Kexin couldn't accept the most was his gray hair. He was only in his thirties, upright and in the prime of life. But why did gray hair appear early? And his emaciated body. Is it all because of yourself?

She had millions of questions she wanted to ask him, but she thought of Lu Jinyan's sad expression. She held back. She couldn't go back and couldn't turn back.

"Drive, leave!" Jiang Kexin raised his voice again, urging the vehicle to leave.

And during the period when she spoke, Jiang Kexin's eyes were always tightly closed. She was running away, always running away, just like when she left Haicheng like she had fled.

The car finally started slowly under Jiang Kexin's expectations, but Lu Jinyan's expression outside the car became more and more sad.

That gentle eyes always looked at the vehicle Jiang Kexin was in until he could no longer see.

Only then did he take back his gentleness and smile self-deprecatingly.

As long as she is doing well, she will be satisfied.

What more can I hope for, everything is my own fault.

Lu Jinyan had a self-deprecating smile on his face, and slowly walked in the direction of the bar step by step. Now he is no longer the high-spirited mayor, now he is just a divorced and lost his own children, a failed man.

"Aren't you going to take a look? She finally came back. Han Hao grabbed Lu Jinyan's hand and dragged him to his car.

He really couldn't figure it out, why did the two of them still love each other so much, could it really be because of the cowardice in his heart!

Lu Jinyan didn't speak for a long time, maybe he was also thinking.

"She's not going to see me." After a long time, Lu Jinyan's hoarse voice came from the side. Han Hao felt that he was firmly grasping the back of Lu Jinyan's hand, and there was a slight wetness on the back, burning his heart drop by drop. His everything.

How long has it been since he saw him crying, Han Hao can't remember it clearly, maybe it's been a long time.

"If you don't try, how do you know, will she see you!" Even so, he still didn't want to give up. He really couldn't accept that this man was so decadent now.

He's not his big brother at all.

Since everyone who hurt Jiang Kexin got the punishment he deserved, he resigned as mayor and became a walking corpse completely. The most I do every day is to go to the vicinity of Jiang Kexin's house, and one stop is a few hours.

People are even more emaciated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the already emaciated body now has nothing but empty clothes.

Even Han Hao couldn't stand it anymore.

Lu Jinyan didn't speak, just shook his head lightly, and motioned for Han Hao to put himself down and leave.

For a moment, Han Hao felt that all his anger was ignited at this moment. He screamed and threw himself on Lu Jinyan's body, grabbed his collar and shook the walking corpse in front of him vigorously.

"Why! Why let yourself be so decadent, don't you love her? Didn't you say that you couldn't leave her, and said that you would protect her forever, why didn't you dare to face it after knowing all the facts, wrong is wrong, but how can we tell her with our own sincerity that you love her! Yes! ”

Han Hao's roar echoed in the small space of the car, and in the end, Han Hao himself couldn't tell whether he was scolding Lu Jinyan or himself.

Obviously I love so much, I can't forget, I can't forget it, it's right in front of me, why do you force yourself to forget and give up. Isn't it good to be together?

Isn't it good to start over? Why so timid.

Tears flowed down Han Hao's distorted face, wetting the flannel doll next to the seat.

Han Hao still remembers it. Rong Jiajia's proud expression when she brought this flannel doll to herself.

She happily told them that she could keep them safe. Let yourself drive with you.

And what kind of expression did I have at that time, probably disdain. How could you believe in such superstitions! At that time, she must have been severely beaten. I'm such a scum, how could I tell her that I like it very much!

I really like it, no one has ever done anything for herself, not even her.

But from such clumsy stitches of this doll, it can be seen that he must be from the hands of Rong Jiajia, a woman, who else can make such an ugly doll except him.