He Rijun coming again

If Feng Qingzhu hadn't died in battle, Ah Wen wouldn't have gone on the road of no return, nor would he have dealt with the murderer who killed him for many years with the heart of avenging him, and then ended up in the same end.

His Awen, the delicate and airy Awen, actually walked into the blazing fire in the end, and burned to ashes along with his coffin.

"Ah Wen." Feng Qingzhu hugged Luo Zhiwen even tighter, fearing that he would escape, even using his legs, "I'm the one who came late."

Luo Zhiwen was pushed against the wall, leaning on the sink, barely standing still, the corners of his mouth twitched.

The drunk Feng Qingzhu turned into some kind of large dog, with his head arched in the crouch of his neck, muttering in his mouth, he didn't know what he was talking about.

Is this still the Feng Qingzhu he knew?

Luo Zhiwen suddenly realized that she didn't know her ex-husband at all.

"Ah Wen." The drunken Feng Qingzhu exerted force on his legs, suddenly trying to push his knees away.

Luo Zhiwen was instantly alert: "Feng Qingzhu, let me go."

Of course Feng Qingzhu would not let go.

Luo Zhiwen had no choice but to coax the drunk patiently: "Let go of your hands first, I'll take you to take a bath."

"You...you're not leaving?"

He pursed his lips and sighed softly: "Don't go."

Only then did Feng Qingzhu let go of his arm, but he was unwilling to let go of Luo Zhiwen's hand, insisting on interlocking his fingers.

Luo Zhiwen had already lost his temper due to torment, he grabbed Feng Qingzhu with one hand, and turned on the faucet with the other.

The splashing hot water was released, and the water vapor evaporated, gradually blurring Luo Zhiwen's vision.

He also used to look forward to this kind of married life - Feng Qingzhu was drunk, he put hot water for him to take a bath, and then took advantage of the time when her husband was taking a bath, boiled thick pear soup to cool down, just waiting for him to finish washing , just hand it over.

It's just a fantasy life, but it actually came true after the divorce. The reality is so absurd that even Luo Zhiwen finds it funny.

Most of the basin was filled with water, but Feng Qingzhu knew how to take off his clothes.

Luo Zhiwen took the opportunity to take half a step back, and originally wanted to just slip away, but seeing Feng Qingzhu staggering into the bathtub, he didn't dare to really leave.

He hated Feng Qingzhu for not cherishing his previous marriage, but he would not take revenge on Feng Qingzhu because of this, and let his ex-husband get drunk and fall down.

So Luo Zhiwen returned to the bathtub, reached out to support Feng Qingzhu's arm.

The steam was thick, Feng Qingzhu looked back at him, seemed to be smiling, then stretched out his hot hand, covering his cheek: "Ah Wen."

Luo Zhiwen responded angrily.

"Ah Wen." Feng Qingzhu called again.

He still squeezed a soft hum from his nose reluctantly.

Who knew that Feng Qingzhu was addicted to crying, stretched out his wet arms from the bathtub, hugged Luo Zhiwen's neck, and screamed several times in a row.

Luo Zhiwen was quite confused at first, but then felt something was wrong, and his face turned dark instantly: "Who is your name?"

Feng Qingzhu replied hoarsely: "Luo Zhiwen!"

He didn't tense up, he was happy.

Fortunately, I still recognize people.

Once Luo Zhiwen was in a good mood, he stopped fussing with the drunk.

He took a small bench, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and watched Feng Qingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu half-closed his eyes, and looked at him too, with his wet hand resting on the edge of the bathtub, insisting on touching his hand.

In a narrow space, the atmosphere should be charming.

For some reason, Ke Luo Zhiwen felt very familiar.

Feng Qingzhu who was lying in the bathtub was very familiar, and everything they did was very familiar.

But Luo Zhiwen's gaze still slipped into the water uncontrollably.

Before he had time to admire the man's thin waist, he was startled by the light red scar on Feng Qingzhu's waist - exactly the same as the scar on his face, but in a different place - when he got close to Feng Qingzhu the first two times, It has never been found.

Because those traces are so faint that they can only be revealed after being fumigated by hot water.

Luo Zhiwen stared blankly at those traces, a lingering pain spread in the depths of his mind.

He heard the continuous sound of gunfire and smelled the smell of gunpowder.

"Ah Wen..."

"Ah Wen!"

The warm water splashed on his cheeks, Luo Zhiwen woke up like a dream.

Feng Qingzhu had already sat up straight, held his face in his hands, and looked over steadily: "Ah Wen."

"En." Luo Zhiwen lowered his eyes with a headache, "Have you finished washing?"

Feng Qingzhu nodded.

He reached out to pick up the bath towel and handed it over: "Wipe it."

He thought, after taking a shower, Feng Qingzhu's wine should also wake up.

In fact, Feng Qingzhu is indeed more sober than before, at least, he will no longer interlock his fingers and repeat his name over and over again.

Luo Zhiwen couldn't beat the alcoholic, so he gave up. Anyway, Feng Qingzhu didn't go crazy, he just followed him step by step.

Then say something rambling.

Similar to -

"Ah Wen, are you in pain?"

"Ah Wen, don't do stupid things."

"Ah Wen, I'm sorry for you."

"Ah Wen, don't wait for me anymore..."

Luo Zhiwen couldn't understand the previous words, he just thought Feng Qingzhu was insane, but the last sentence touched him deeply.

That's right, he decided not to wait any longer, but what about Feng Qingzhu?

After the divorce, she stalked him again.

Do you still want him to wait another three years?

Luo Zhiwen walked into the kitchen with a wry smile. There were no pears at home, so he found half a lemon from the refrigerator, soaked it in warm water, and brought it to Feng Qingzhu.

Without saying a word, Feng Qingzhu picked up the cup, drank the lemonade, and grabbed his hand again.

Luo Zhiwen didn't even have the heart to struggle: "Do you want to sleep? I haven't eaten tonight. If you want to sleep, go to bed first. I'll make myself some noodles."

He didn't expect Feng Qingzhu to understand, but Feng Qingzhu took the initiative to walk to the kitchen door: "Wait for you."

"Wait for me?"

"Wait for you."

"..." Luo Zhiwen had a headache: "Okay, okay, just stand here, and I'll give you a bowl of noodles too."

The vegetables just bought from the supermarket have a place to use.

Luo Zhiwen was too lazy to make things too complicated, so he just cracked two eggs into the noodle soup and put some tomatoes, two bowls of red, yellow and yellow were brought out, Feng Qingzhu didn't even change his posture, just stared at him and the face in his hand.

"Let's eat." Luo Zhiwen kicked off his slippers, sat on the sofa by himself, leaned against the cushions, and grabbed the remote control.

There is a reality show on TV, and by coincidence, Dipper is a special guest.

For Dipper, Luo Zhiwen always had a feeling of resistance in his heart.

When he had no contact with real people, when he just wrote the title song for the WZH group, he still had a good impression of Dipper, thinking that this idol typhoon is very stable and has solid singing skills.

But since meeting in Sydney...

There was a voice in Luo Zhiwen's heart that kept reminding him to stay away from Dipper.

As for why, he himself didn't know.

It's as if he didn't know why he had already made up his mind to divorce and returned it to Feng Qingzhu.

Luo Zhiwen turned his head and glanced at the man sitting on the other side of the sofa - Feng Qingzhu imitated him, leaning on the cushion, holding a steaming bowl, eating tomato and egg noodles bit by bit.

Feng Qingzhu was also watching TV.

Although he was drunk, he still recognized the person on TV as the Dipper who pestered Luo Zhiwen in Sydney.

But the deeper disgust quickly took over Feng Qingzhu's emotions.

He snatched the remote control from Luo Zhiwen's hand, and switched the station to the news screen.

Luo Zhiwen was noncommittal, lowered his head and took a sip of the soup.

He didn't want to watch variety shows and turned on the TV, just to ease the embarrassment of being alone with Feng Qingzhu.

After Feng Qingzhu tuned the stage, he was still worried, he ate the noodles in twos and twos, and then sat beside Luo Zhiwen.

"Want to eat?" Luo Zhiwen felt that there was a wayward child sitting beside him.

Feng Qingzhu shook his head.

"Then go to bed quickly. You don't know the room, do you?"

Feng Qingzhu still didn't move.

Luo Zhiwen rubbed his hair wearily.

"Brother Feng, what on earth do you want to do?" He raised his eyes, and when he couldn't laugh or cry, he called him back to the original intimacy unconsciously, "We're divorced, and you're not my husband anymore, have you forgotten?"

A dim light flashed across Feng Qingzhu's eyes, he pursed his lips and remained silent.

Seeing that the man didn't respond, Luo Zhiwen put the bowl on the coffee table in frustration, covered his face and murmured: "What reason do I have to argue with a drunk..."

"Don't meet him." Feng Qingzhu answered abruptly, and then grabbed Luo Zhiwen's wrist rather forcefully.

"What?" He froze.

"Don't meet him." Feng Qingzhu fiddled with the remote control, and re-discovered the show that Dipper participated in, "He is not a good person."

Luo Zhiwen was puzzled: "This is Dipper, the captain of a very popular group right now. Do you know?"

"He wants your contact information."

Luo Zhiwen rolled his eyes: "That doesn't mean he's not a good person... Besides, I still cooperate with him in work."

Seeing that he was disobedient, Feng Qingzhu frowned even more tightly: "No cooperation is allowed."

Again.

The drunk Feng Qingzhu was unbelievably domineering, but also unbelievably willful.

Now he even wants to interfere with his work.

"We're divorced, you can't control me."

"No."

"Even if there is no divorce, you can't restrict my work."

"No."

Luo Zhiwen was discouraged: "Are you a repeater?"

Feng Qingzhu's eyes danced with anger: "He hurt you, have you forgotten?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Luo Zhiwen!"

"Ok?"

"You forgot!" Feng Qingzhu suddenly raised his voice, pressed Feng Qingzhu's shoulder, his burning eyes gradually dimmed as time went by.

The man rested his head on the side of his neck and muttered to himself: "Yeah, you forgot. Forget it."

"Brother Feng?" Luo Zhiwen tentatively pushed Feng Qingzhu's shoulder, but without pushing, he called again, "Brother Feng?"

Feng Qingzhu stretched out his powerful arms and wrapped them around his waist.

Luo Zhiwen was tricked again, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Talk nonsense on purpose to attract his attention, and then make a reluctant appearance, trying to arouse his pity.

It's a pity that the decision to divorce was made by Luo Zhiwen after careful consideration, and now he definitely won't soften his heart just because Feng Qingzhu was drunk.

He dragged Feng Qingzhu into the bedroom, wrapped it in a quilt, threw it on the side of the bed, and then decisively slammed the door.

After doing all this, Luo Zhiwen returned to the TV, held his cold face, and continued to watch variety shows.

There are many shots of Dipper. In the show, he not only helped other guests complete tasks, but also gave up the chance of winning to the juniors in the same group. Even the staff of the program group could not help but praise him with voice-over.

Luo Zhiwen frowned slightly, feeling very uncomfortable watching.

People's sixth sense is inexplicable, but at this time, it seems that he and Feng Qingzhu have a tacit understanding.

At least they don't like Dipper.

Luo Zhiwen couldn't figure out the reason why he hated Dipper, but Feng Qingzhu in the bedroom vaguely guessed the clue.

Dipper is probably Chen Beidou.

Unlike Feng Qingzhu, who had memories of reincarnation, Chen Beidou, who killed him and forced him to marry Luo Zhiwen, has become a completely different person.

He has a glamorous appearance and gained a firm foothold in the entertainment circle with his natural talent.

But his soul is still the disgusting Chen Beidou.

Feng Qingzhu has always believed in his own judgment.

At first he wasn't sure, until just now - Luo Zhiwen stared at Dipper on the TV screen, his figures in the previous life subtly overlapped.

Probably even Luo Zhiwen didn't realize that he looked at Dipper with hatred hidden in his eyes.

In reincarnation, the appearance will change, but the soul will not die.

Not to mention the blood feud engraved in the blood.

In the previous life, Feng Qingzhu died at the hands of Chen Beidou.In order to get revenge, Ah Wen married Chen Beidou, endured it for many years, and finally lit a fire, and died together in front of Feng Qingzhu's coffin.

Who would have thought that after going around in this life, they would meet again.