Chapter 381: Leaving Beijing
Ye Zehong returned to his residence, and as soon as he turned on the light, Shen Qingyin walked out of the room.
She rubbed her eyes, and it took a while to realize that it was Ye Zehong who was back.
The spirit immediately came up, walked quickly to Ye Zehong, checked him from top to bottom, and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that he was not injured, and then looked behind Ye Zehong, and did not see the figure he was looking forward to, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
This disappointment was fully seen by Ye Zehong.
My heart was torn apart again.
Shen Qingyin didn't mention Lu Yao, but sighed: "It's good to come back." ”
Then he asked, "Have you eaten?" Would you like a bowl of my signature tomato egg noodles? ”
"Okay." Ye Zehong had this intention, "I'll go take a shower first." ”
Shen Qingyin nodded slightly, and then went to the kitchen to roll noodles.
Ye Zehong dragged his tired body back to the bedroom, and the sweet picture he had with Lu Yao was automatically played everywhere he looked.
Bit by bit, it has now become a memory.
This memory, he recalled, in addition to happiness and sweetness, there was more sourness.
He stretched out his hand to touch Lu Yao in the memory fragment, but as soon as his hand touched Lu Yao in the picture, the picture shattered instantly, and Lu Yao disappeared in an instant.
All that was left for him was silence and darkness.
He raised his hand to unbutton his shirt one by one, took off his shirt, walked into the bathroom, and directly turned on the cold water to rain it.
The cold water sprinkled on his head and flowed all over his body, so that he came back to his senses in a trance.
It's just that this kind of cold is not enough to numb the pain in my heart.
He stood under the shower, letting the cold water eat away at his body.
The five fingers unconsciously clenched into a fist and slammed into the wall with a punch.
One punch was not enough, and he threw several more punches in a row.
He didn't stop until the joints were bleeding.
The pain in the joints swept through his body and numbed the pain in his heart.
Maybe he had been washing for too long, and Shen Qingyin, who was not worried about him, came into his bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door, reminding him to wash it early and come out to eat noodles, otherwise the noodles would be lumpy, and the taste would deteriorate.
Ye Zehong came back to his senses from the pain, put on a bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom with his dripping hair.
Shen Qingyin was very distressed when he saw this scene, but he didn't dare to mention Lu Yao's name, for fear that it would make him so painful that he couldn't breathe.
Her eyes fell on Ye Zehong's bleeding joints, and her eyes were so distressed that her eyes were red, but she didn't dare to be discovered by him, so she silently turned her back and wiped away the tears that fell.
Ye Zehong's appetite was not bad, and he ate two large bowls of handmade egg noodles in one go.
Shen Qingyin's heart felt much better.
I thought that Ye Zehong was going back to the bedroom to lie down and rest after eating, but I saw him push a suitcase and walk out, his face was full of astonishment.
"Sawahiro, where are you going?"
"Aunt Yin, I won't live here in the future, you can come and live here whenever you want, and you can help me clean this house regularly."
As soon as these words came out, Shen Qingyin was even more stunned: "Zehong, you don't live here, do you want to move back to the old mansion?" ”
Ye Zehong shook his head: "I'll go to Snow City." You don't have to follow me, there's a housekeeper over there, it's convenient. I also want to be alone. ”
Shen Qingyin opened his mouth, and what he wanted to say stopped when he met Ye Zehong's unfocused eyes.
She just sighed: "Okay, you go and stay there, come back to visit me when you have time, and I'll cook you the best egg noodles." ”
"Okay, take care."
As these words fell, he pushed his suitcase and left.
Leave the capital and go to a place with good memories.
Wait, her return. (End of chapter)