He Rijun coming again

When it was raining, Luo Zhiwen had already left home and went to the nearest supermarket.

He actually wanted to stay at home and spend the first night after the divorce in a daze, but when he opened the refrigerator door, he knew that was just a wish.

There was nothing in the fridge but a few bulbs of garlic that had sprouted.

Come to think of it.

Before leaving Australia, he was the only one who could cook at home. After leaving Australia... the broken ingredients had already been thrown away by the cleaning aunt.

Luo Zhiwen wanted to order takeaway, but even if he ordered takeaway, he would still have to eat the next day, so he went early and late, and he had to go to the supermarket this time.

When shopping, Luo Zhiwen forgot to wear a mask, and when he was pointed at by people passing by, he realized that there were scars on his face.But he was too lazy to care.

The marriage is divorced, there is no scar, there is no need to care.

As he thought, he tossed a bag of sliced ​​bread into the cart.

And the girl standing beside Luo Zhiwen also wanted to get the bread, but the shelf was too high, she couldn't reach it.

Luo Zhiwen took it for her conveniently: "Do you want this?"

The girl's face turned red, she didn't leave with the bread in her arms, and moved forward following Luo Zhiwen.

Luo Zhiwen: "?"

"Brother, I want your WeChat ID."

Luo Zhiwen: "???"

He touched his face instinctively, and suddenly remembered what Feng Qingzhu said earlier - the scar on his face was gone.

He looked down at the girl again, and saw that there was no disdain in her eyes, and he was finally convinced that the traces that had accompanied him for more than 20 years had completely disappeared.

It was like being taken away by Feng Qingzhu.

Luo Zhiwen felt pain in his heart, and smiled apologetically at the girl: "Sorry, I was in a hurry to go out today, and I didn't bring my mobile phone."

The euphemistic refusal, anyone can understand the meaning.

The girl was a little bit disappointed, but she cheered up and waved to Luo Zhiwen: "It's okay... I still want to thank you for helping me carry the bread."

After finishing speaking, he bounced away.

Luo Zhiwen laughed, a little confused about the situation.

The scar on his face has been there since birth. It is said to be a birthmark, and it seems to be a scar left by a burn. The Luo family visited famous doctors but failed to heal his face.So Luo Zhiwen was rejected by his peers as a freak since he was a child.

Feng Qingzhu, who has no feelings for Luo Zhiwen, is considered an outlier, let alone a girl who comes to confess boldly.

It was the first time he had felt the admiration of a stranger.

Very happy, but also very regretful.

After Luo Zhiwen finished buying vegetables, he drove out of the parking lot of the supermarket, and the windshield was instantly covered with water mist.

One autumn rain and one cool, the air is filled with a bleak atmosphere.

The green belts on both sides of the road have become "yellow" belts, and even the weeds have lost their vitality.

Normally, he might take a road with a little more greenery and look better to go home, but today he was not in a good mood, and barely managed to drive home, so he lay tiredly on the steering wheel.

He was the one who let Feng Qingzhu go, and he was also the one who was unhappy at the beginning.

It's not that he misses Feng Qingzhu from the past, but he misses the self who always looks forward to buying vegetables and cooking for Feng Qingzhu when he goes home.

Three years as one day.

At that time, he saw that the flowers on the side of the road were flowers, and the grass was grass. Now, no matter what he looks at, he can only see the dejected autumn.

The chaotic raindrops hit the car like chaotic dance music.

Luo Zhiwen lay on the ground for a while, and through the windshield and misty water, he seemed to see a familiar figure approaching from a distance.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, and the figure disappeared in the shadows.

How could it be that person...

Luo Zhiwen closed his eyes again, and along with Qiu Yu, he sighed deeply.

It's over, and there's no need to think about it.

Thinking of this, Luo Zhiwen pulled himself together, drove the car into the underground garage and parked it, then took the elevator to the first floor with two heavy shopping bags.

As he walked out of the elevator, he struggled to find the keys in his pocket.

The voice-activated lights came on one by one following his footsteps, and in the empty corridor, another person's footsteps suddenly sounded.

Luo Zhiwen stopped abruptly.

This townhouse was left to him and Feng Qingzhu by Old Master Feng, and no one had the key except the two of them.

Now, Feng Qingzhu divorced him, and it is impossible to come back.

...Could it be a thief?

Luo Zhiwen's heart suddenly lifted.

He put the shopping bag on the ground as lightly as possible, his slender fingers clenched into fists.

Although he might not be able to beat the thief, but if he shouted for help, someone might hear him.

The dull footsteps became clearer and clearer, accompanied by the sound of dripping water, as if the classic scene often appeared in ghost movies - the devil is at the other end of the corridor

The voice control light above Luo Zhiwen's head went out, and in the darkness, his heart was beating like a beating, and the moment the footsteps approached, he swung his fist.

Immediately afterwards, someone groaned and fell to the wall.

"Who?!" Luo Zhiwen didn't expect that he would actually knock down the thief with his fist. Surprised, he lowered his voice to threaten, "If you don't speak again, I'm going to call the police!"

However, when the voice control light came on and he saw who was coming, his face instantly became ugly.

Feng Qingzhu, who was drenched all over, covered his cheeks and stared at him steadfastly, a faint blood red appeared in his eyes, like a hungry wolf seeing a flock of sheep.

"Ah Wen." Feng Qingzhu hissed softly, grabbed Luo Zhiwen's wrist, and called him painfully and sweetly, "Ah Wen."

Luo Zhiwen smelled a not-so-light smell of wine.

Feng Qingzhu has a good capacity for alcohol, even if he hasn't accompanied him to several drinking parties, he still knows that this man is not easy to get drunk.

If you are drunk, you must have drunk a lot.

"Ah Wen, I'll take you home." Feng Qingzhu's tone was calm, just listening to his voice, he didn't look like a drunk at all, but Luo Zhiwen just looked at his straight eyes and knew that the man in front of him might even be divorced I forgot to drink it all.

"Go home..." Luo Zhiwen gritted his back molars and muttered, "This is my home now, where else do you want to take me?"

"Well, I'll take you home." Feng Qingzhu turned his head and saw that there were two shopping bags in his hand, he picked them up naturally, and then quietly waited for him to move forward.

It looked like she was going to follow Luo Zhiwen home.

Luo Zhiwen couldn't laugh or cry.

There is no reason to talk to a drunkard. Even if Feng Qingzhu is not allowed to enter the house now, doesn't Feng Qingzhu have a key?

Even if Feng Qingzhu didn't have the key, Luo Zhiwen would definitely not be able to do the reason to hang people outside the house and spend the night soaking wet.

So Luo Zhiwen took out the key and let Feng Qingzhu in.

Feng Qingzhu put on his shoes consciously, put the shopping bags neatly in front of the door, and then stopped moving again.

Luo Zhiwen took two steps in, fearing that Feng Qingzhu would catch a cold, he turned on the air conditioner first, then turned around, and found that the man was still standing there looking at him, he couldn't help but sighed: "What's wrong?"

He was afraid of drunks.

Feng Qingzhu brushed the rain-soaked hair from his forehead, and replied hoarsely: "This is your home, I can't come in."

Luo Zhiwen's heart shook slightly: "Why do you say it's my home?"

Feng Qingzhu paused, as if he was thinking about the answer to this question: "Because... because I can't live here anymore. Ah Wen, I'm sorry."

Hearing this, he tightened his jaw suddenly, anger mixed with sourness, all erupted from the bottom of his heart.

After three years of marriage, Luo Zhiwen is unwilling to accept such a sentence of sorry.

He angrily walked to the door, pulled Feng Qingzhu in, and pushed into the bathroom in two steps: "Wash."

Feng Qingzhu didn't move.

Luo Zhiwen endured his irritability, and turned on the faucet of the bathtub: "I'll get the clothes for you, and you can leave after washing."

Feng Qingzhu still didn't move, his slightly drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, it seemed that he was showing weakness.

"What on earth are you going to do?!" He broke out, raised his head, his eyes were full of anger, "You didn't want me first, and now you're here again..."

Luo Zhiwen's remaining words were shattered by the fiery kiss.

Feng Qingzhu pinched his chin and bit it fiercely, his movements showed no mercy at all, with the viciousness to tear him apart.

Luo Zhiwen struggled frantically, his fingers touched the cold clothes wet by the rain, and he paused uncontrollably for a moment.

It was this slight hesitation that gave Feng Qingzhu an opportunity.

The man pressed him against the wall, his hot breath spreading from his lips to the pit of his neck.

Finally, Feng Qingzhu put his cold cheek on Luo Zhiwen's shoulder.

"Ah Wen, don't be afraid... I'm here to take you home."

The drunken Feng Qingzhu returned to the war-torn era, and hugged Ah Wen who was crying heartbreakingly when he heard the news of his death.

"Sorry." Luo Zhiwen heard Feng Qingzhu say, "I shouldn't... I shouldn't have left you alone."