He Rijun coming again

The wrist that was held in the palm suddenly trembled.

Luo Zhiwen used all his strength to push Feng Qingzhu away: "Who is your name, Awen?"

He only heard this name on the night Feng Qingzhu was drugged.

Feng Qingzhu loved another person through his face.

A person Luo Zhiwen will never be able to match.

Luo Zhiwen used to care about who Feng Qingzhu loved, but now everything is meaningless: "Mr. Feng, since you and I are already going through divorce procedures, even if I have a new relationship, as long as it doesn't cross the line, you can You shouldn't have stopped me."

"A new relationship?" Annoyance flashed across Feng Qingzhu's eyes, and a wave of unwillingness surged in his bottomless eyes.

But his anger had nothing to do with Luo Zhiwen.

Only about yourself.

The memory of the previous life was like a heavy shackle, dragged by Feng Qingzhu, he walked alone for nearly 30 years, but in the end he found that he was never alone.

Arwen is always there.

Arwen is the one who is truly lonely.

Because he was blinded by lard, he pushed Ah Wen away time and time again.

Obviously, God has been very kind and gave them the best start, but he destroyed everything with his own hands.

Another car arrives.

Luo Zhiwen jumped up and walked to the back row without looking back.

Then at the moment the car starts, look out the window.

Feng Qingzhu stood under the jacaranda tree, staring down at his palm, wondering what he was thinking.

The bus turned a corner, and Luo Zhiwen soon lost sight of him.

Luo Zhiwen withdrew his gaze, covered his face and curled up on the seat.

In the empty bus, apart from him, there were only a few junior high school students who were swearing.

They laughed and made noise, and lived wantonly and presumptuously.

On the other hand, Luo Zhiwen, on a bus in a foreign country, felt sad because of Feng Qingzhu.

He remembered Feng Qingzhu saying that he had no place to live.

Deceiving.

When old man Feng was alive, he took him to the Feng family's residence in Sydney for vacation.

But in case...

Luo Zhiwen thought uncontrollably: What if Feng's house hasn't been cleaned well, what if Qingzhu's cell phone runs out of battery, and he can't rent a house on Airbnb, what if...

Ten thousand and ten thousand ones constituted the three years after his marriage.

Luo Zhiwen raised his head, and pressed his cheek against the cold car window, the tiny water droplets dragged their long tails, swaying with the whistling wind in his peripheral vision.

In a seaside city, it rains when it rains.

He shivered, buttoned up the windbreaker, and unconsciously drifted to Feng Qingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu didn't bring an umbrella, if he really had no place to live, he might still be standing where he is now.

His heart sank.

In Luo Zhiwen's heart, Feng Qingzhu will always stand on the clouds, flawless and unattainable.

Maybe one day a long time later, there will be no more love-hate entanglements between them, and Luo Zhiwen still can't see Feng Qingzhu in distress.

That's Fengqingzhu, how could it be drenched in water?

Luo Zhiwen slammed the stop button, jumped out of the car in a panic amidst the harsh sound of brakes, crossed the road in the rain, and caught up with another returning car.

Just one look, he said to himself.

Just take a look, if Feng Qingzhu is not there, he can go home with peace of mind.

When leaving, the bus drove very fast, but when returning, it was very slow.

The rickety bus climbed up the slope, moving like a tortoise.

Luo Zhiwen's heart suddenly lifted, like a petal fluttering in the strong wind, unable to fall to the ground for a long time.

He seems to have returned to that day - the day when he wanted to exchange his domestic marriage certificate with Feng Qingzhu.

The world has become a turbulent ocean, and he stands on a small boat, wandering about for many years, just to go to his own destination.

It's a pity that he was stranded on Fengqingzhu's seashore in his previous life.

The bus finally climbed to the top of the slope, and the jacaranda outside the iron fence bloomed more enthusiastically.

Luo Zhiwen pressed his face firmly against the glass, trying to let his eyes see through the wind and rain, so as to see the person in his heart.

Falling flowers are denser than raindrops.

Seeing that he couldn't see clearly, Luo Zhiwen had no choice but to jump down from the car, those petals flying in the air seemed to have been ordered, and suddenly fell to the ground.

The fallen leaves swirled in the wind, and the signs on the platform were crooked, and there might be broken cobwebs falling on them.

A spider is about to become homeless.

But what does that matter?

Just like three years ago, the man Luo Zhiwen wanted to see was no longer there.

At that moment, sadness turned into rain and fell from the sky.

From full of hope to downright disappointed, it only takes a few minutes for Feng Qingzhu to make Luo Zhiwen sad for several years.

The bus left at some point, and the world was so quiet that Luo Zhiwen was the only one left.

He walked under the tree in a daze, and the pattering rain quickly wet his shoulders.

Luo Zhiwen came to his senses, once again he was humiliating himself because of Feng Qingzhu.

How could that man have no place to live?

He reached out to wipe away the tear-like rain on his cheeks, and smiled disappointedly.

That is Fengqingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu who is about to sign the divorce agreement.

There will be no Feng Qingzhu for him in the future.

Why wait for him where he is?

It's also time to leave.

Luo Zhiwen thought of the empty bedroom at home in China, and the kitchen that he would always enter alone... He thought of many, many.

I also remembered my purpose of coming to Australia.

He wanted to divorce Feng Qingzhu and withdraw from the life of his beloved.

Luo Zhiwen took a deep breath, stepped on the falling flowers, and made up his mind to go home.

A burst of messy footsteps disturbed his mind.

"Ah Wen!"

He froze, and then was pulled under the umbrella by a huge force.

Feng Qingzhu held an umbrella, the broken hair on his forehead was stained with water, panting, he stared at Luo Zhiwen's eyes without blinking.

He called him "Ah Wen".

Since you have forgotten your previous life, let's be "Ah Wen".

Feng Qingzhu wanted Ah Wen to live a happier life than Ah Wen from now on.

"I'm going to buy an umbrella." Feng Qingzhu's palm was very hot, causing his fingers to curl up slightly.

Luo Zhiwen let out an "ah", and saw water drops dripping from Feng Qingzhu's hair.

"You...still waiting for me?" He suddenly recovered.

The face in the memory coincided perfectly with the face of the man in front of him.

They were surrounded by bitter wind and rain.

The atmosphere is neither romantic nor tender.

Ke Luozhiwen could clearly hear her chaotic heartbeat.

No matter what happened between them, at least for this second, he still loves him.

Unforgettable love.