Volume 6: The City of the Heart (6)

Yang Xiaoru looked so helpless.

It was as if she had been beaten by the invisible surging wind, but at this moment she saw the last straw that could prevent her from being blown away...

She wanted to pull.

But Chen Zhao didn't know how to save him.

Time has changed everything.

This is always smiling in front of him, telling how good Zhang Jun is, the beautiful girl has become a wife who cries and complains that Zhang Jun is ruthless and looks so desolate and helpless.

The innocent romance of the beginning has been worn away by this mean years.

And Zhang Jun, who often complains helplessly about the boredom of girls, no longer has that tolerant heart, and he has been 'restrained' to regard the initial happiness as a real shackle.

This kind of separation is no longer the kind that can be reconciled by relying on him.

Really, Chen Zhao felt that everything had changed.

What the years have taken away is even more unlikely to be something that he can find after losing his memory for 8 years.

He really wanted to work hard, and he also tried to ask himself, can he really help?

The final answer is: no.

He felt powerless...

"I'm sorry..."

Looking at the tearful man in front of him, Chen Zhao finally made the most cowardly answer. Because he subconsciously understood that he couldn't change Zhang Jun anymore, unless Zhang Jun was willing to start over with Yang Xiaoru one day.

Of course, maybe Yang Xiaoru's wait also has a shelf life...

....

Maybe it will still be swept away by the wind, and when it can't be redeemed, Yang Xiaoru still holds on to the straw.

Tears slowly soaked the corner of Chen Zhao's collarbone.

In the dusk, which can be regarded as full of beautiful colors, this somewhat sad scene is so inconsistent with this colorful world. Also, after all, this wonderful world is only suitable for, only to promote some beauty...

"You've been drinking?"

After sitting down, Chen Zhao looked at the bottle of liquor that seemed to have some degree on the table, and at the same time smelled the smell of wine on Yang Xiaoru's body, and his face was a little ugly.

This is estimated to be kept by Zhang Jun at home, but he didn't expect it to be taken out by Yang Xiaoru. He remembered that Yang Xiaoru, like himself, was the type who couldn't drink alcohol, and it was unbearable to bear the beer alone, this was liquor...

Yang Xiaoru didn't answer Chen Zhao, she stared at the thick glass on the table that still had half a glass of wine, and then looked at the sleeping child, her lips bit slightly, and the tears that never stopped flowing, "You called Zhang Jun, right?" He gave a real intention to divorce, didn't he? ”

This is Yang Xiaoru's problem.

But Chen Zhao thinks that she obviously knows the answer very well, and this question is not for him, but for herself.

Do you want to get some illusory hope?

Chen Zhao wanted to satisfy her. I still said this sentence repeated, I don't know how many times, but it sounded a funny lie.

"Actually, he must have you in his heart."

But that's all he said.

He found himself wrong.

Yang Xiaoru looked at the lies brought out by his forced smile, which was indifferent to the verge of despair. It was a silent resentment, not to himself, but to Zhang Jun. It's just that this kind of unhidden emotion was seen clearly by him.

"Now, Chen Zhao, do you know? I inadvertently looked up the information. I found that about 4.5 million couples divorce in China every year. Yang Xiaoru wiped her tears and showed that sarcastic smile, "In this way, I am only one of the pitiful ones, right?" ”

“...”

Chen Zhao did not answer.

He knew that this might just be a consolation for herself in Yang Xiaoru's heart. He didn't want to erase the ridiculous struggles she had derived.

"Actually, it's also very realistic." Yang Xiaoru continued to say softly: "The shelf life of love has passed. People are always bored, bored with their other half, and bored with life. Cheating, divorce, extramarital affairs, isn't it commonplace? Few families can escape, right? You too, aren't you? ”

Her last sentence was not let go of Chen Zhao.

Looking at her, Chen Zhao lowered his head slightly.

She hates herself too, right?

Because he and Zhang Jun belong to the same kind of people. This is the perception in her eyes. Resentful of myself this... A person who betrays marriage and love.

Oh, yes...

Chen Zhao was sure that he was guilty.

Part of the reason for divorce is self-inflicted.

Perhaps it was also this part of the guilty people that made Chen Zhao even more desperate to make up for the broken marriage between the two. But in the end, it just failed.

The conclusion is that there is no eternal love in this world. These are false, deceptive. It's just that young and ignorant young men and women are always full of fantasies about it..."

Yang Xiaoru raised her head, looked at the white and dazzling fluorescent lamp, squinted her eyes slightly, and there were only tears left in the corners of her eyes that were dozens of seconds ago.

She exclaimed, "You didn't refute, yes, I'm not wrong, right?" When I first got married, I was so looking forward to the future. Even after many years of marriage, I still try to persevere. But in the end, didn't it fall into the saddest end? Love is mutual... Who can guarantee that the other half loves you as much as you generally love him? ”

Chen Zhao didn't answer, just unwilling to accept Yang Xiaoru's words.

Because he thinks it's wrong.

Even if he was right, he could only answer this way.

He didn't dare to ponder, he didn't dare to think deeply. Because he has no love, his family background is not what he is made of. If you think that Xia Qing loves herself, but she doesn't love her, it will be a matter of guilt. If you think that you don't love Xia Qing, Xia Qing doesn't love yourself...

What is the result?

The reason why people who run away from life don't face it is fear. Chen Zhao is indeed like this, he is willing to be, Xia Qing is in love with him...

"Don't drink the wine." Chen Zhao watched Yang Xiaoru pour down the half glass of liquor, he was a little hairy, and he was persuading.

He couldn't have taken the initiative to grab it, and said in an unquestioning tone, 'No more drinks'.

He is not a person close to Yang Xiaoru, and he does not have that kind of qualification.

But this glass is enough to get drunk.

With a little red on her cheeks, Yang Xiaoru put down her wine glass, and stared at Chen Zhao with bright eyes.

"Do you think Zhang Jun is wrong?"

"Well, I'm sure of that, he's wrong..."Chen Zhao said without hesitation.

Yang Xiaoru smiled.

In the evening, when it was approaching night, there was no insect chirping and car crunching, and everything was so quiet.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but after pondering, her smile widened. Suddenly leaned towards Chen Zhao, facing Chen Zhao, who was a little stunned, his beautiful face leaned over, "I remember when I was in high school, you often said that I was beautiful, right?" ”

"Yes.. Well, there have been exaggerations...."

He was a little confused, why did Yang Xiaoru mention this?

In the next second, Yang Xiaoru kissed Chen Zhao and pressed him down on the sofa. For such a sudden moment, Chen Zhao was stunned. His mind went blank, except for the humming of some explosions. I only felt the softness of the lips in front of me and the incomparably seductive feminine fragrance.

When she reacted, Yang Xiaoru had already untied the thin pajamas...

....

It's not a beautiful night.

The moonlight is as peaceful as a summer day.

The only thing that was fortunate was that there was a faint wind, which took away the sweltering heat, which was the best compensation for the summer night.

Chen Zhao walked towards his home in a daze, and he even forgot the bicycle parked in front of Yang Xiaoru's house.

The only thing left in my mind was the two sentences that Yang Xiaoru said when she left like losing her soul.

"This is revenge, revenge against Zhang Jun."

"Chen Zhao, like Zhang Jun, you will always be a betrayer of love..."

I don't know how long he walked, but he was already standing at the door of the house.

He forgot to pick up his daughter... But at the door, it seems that you can hear the laughter of the daughter inside, and it seems that she is watching her favorite anime?

The door opened.

Chen Zhao walked in with a heavy and complicated heart, and he saw Xia Qing who was accompanying his daughter.

"What's wrong with you, Chen Zhao? Why did you come back so late? Didn't answer your phone just now? Xia Qing asked.

“...”

It was the phone that Chen Zhao had pressed down on himself.

Thinking about it, facing Xia Qing in front of him, the guilt and discomfort in Chen Zhao's heart burst out together.

But he could only smile bitterly, and deceived, "I went to deal with the matter of Zhang Jun and Yang Xiaoru, and I may still have some hope, so I came back later." ”

"Really?" Xia Qing breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you want to eat?" It's past 7 o'clock, waiting for you. ”