After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

"Shijin, stop kidding yourself, we're done, aren't we?"

Shi Jin reached out to hold Song Xingli's hand, but because of Song Xingli's words, his hand froze in mid-air, and his expression was frustrated for a moment, as if he was disillusioned after his illusion was punctured, and he was depressed.

"That's right." He forced a smile and withdrew his hand.

Song Xingli went upstairs on his own and didn't speak again.

When Shi Jin saw that Song Xingli ignored him, he could only follow silently, and frowned silently when he touched the wound.

Until returning to the room and closing the door, only the two of them were left in the space.

Shijin's room is very large. The bedroom, study room and cloakroom are connected together to make the space open like a large flat floor. The floor-to-ceiling windows can have a panoramic view of the lit lake not far from the villa area.The decoration style of the house is consistent with the style of the villa, which is a low-key and restrained dark blue style.

But if you look carefully, there are things in the room that you used to play when you were studying, which adds a bit of boyishness to such seriousness.

For example, the mobile basket and basketball in the corner, the game chair in the study room, and the assortment of comic books in the bookcase all tell people that the owner of the room here was once a playful boy.

Song Xingli looked at the familiar room. Since he was a child, he didn't know how many times he came into the house when he came here. Maybe he spent more time in Shi Jin's house than in his own home every day, and then he would try his best to cling to Shi Jin, thinking too much Get along with the times.

His eyes fell on the basketball in the corner, Shijin played very well while studying, this is what he thinks is the most attractive about Shijin, although Shijin is not good at expressing, but Shijin's every move can make people can't help but be attracted.

When he was young, he felt that Shi Jin was a perfect person without any flaws.

Can read, play, good tempered and patient, pamper him, tolerate him, follow him no matter what he does, mature and stable, and have a degree of intimacy with others, only pampering him without a limit will make him feel Shi Jin's maturity and stability made him feel safe.

So he followed what Luo Qing said, wanting to become the ideal type in Shi Jin's mind, to become as perfect as Shi Jin, to smooth out the edges and corners willingly, to become what Shi Jin likes.

Then it turned into what I hated the most.

Walking to the balcony and opening the door, the evening breeze in autumn is cool, as if calming down a little bit of irritability, and gradually calming down.

"Shi Jin, find a chance to tell your parents about us tomorrow." He turned his head to look at Shi Jin, and said in a light tone, "I don't want to hide it from them." His face was stained with shades of light.The eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting light shadows on the eyelids, and the light amber pupils reflected Shi Jin's appearance. The gentle eyes always give people the illusion that they are full of affection.

It's actually just innate.

Shi Jin who was injured looked much more embarrassed than usual. Although he rested in the hospital for two days, he couldn't rest well, because he couldn't lie flat and could only lie on his side, and sometimes he could only sit upright when he was uncomfortable. , did not rest to make the face look extraordinarily haggard.The gauze on his face and forehead still made Shi Jin look extraordinarily pitiful, not to mention the stitches on his back.

Hearing Song Xingli's words now, the hurt expression on his face was full, and he couldn't bear it at all.

"Xing Xing, can we talk about it after we leave? It's hard to go home, my parents are very happy that we can come back..." Shi Jin slowly walked to Song Xingli, feeling the wind on the balcony and raised his hand to pull Close some balcony doors, for fear that Song Xingli will get cold.

Song Xingli raised his hand to block Shi Jin's hand that wanted to push the door: "I'm hot, don't close the door. Shi Jin, parents will know sooner or later, the more we don't talk, the sadder they will be in the end, you have the heart to let them see us go home Yiyi thought that nothing happened to us, and treated us as always. Now I am going back to your house. If my parents want to see you when they come back from their trip, can you accept their treatment of you with a good mood? "

Shi Jin raised his hand to hold Song Xingli's shoulder, his ink-like eyes reflected the appearance of the person in front of him, his eyes flickered slightly, he closed them and opened them again, as if he was planning something:

"Just once, just don't say it this time, okay?"

Song Xingli listened to Shi Jin's pleading and powerless tone, and when he caught Shi Jin's eyes flashing strangely, he seemed to hear that Shi Jin was not in a good mood, and felt the hand holding his shoulder slightly Tighten it, as if using strength to ease the pain in the back that has been straight for a long time.

He has never seen Shi Jin in such a depressed and uncomfortable mood, so is it because the wound hurts or is it because he is afraid of being scolded by his parents?

Have it.

But this is not a reason, nor can it be a reason.

"Sit down." Song Xingli tapped the sofa beside him with his chin.

"Star, I—"

"I said sit down."

"Okay." Shi Jin obediently moved to the sofa and sat down. Now, in order to let Song Xingli say a few more words to him, Hua naturally can do anything. After sitting down, he looked up at Song Xingli who was not far away: "Just this time, let's not talk about it." ,OK?"

The hand on the sofa was slightly clenched, as if seizing the last chance.

Song Xingli looked at Shi Jin silently, as if he was thinking about how to tell Shi Jin, he only realized now that there seems to be very few such indifferent and alienated relationship between himself and Shi Jin, but this seems to be clearer than before know what kind of people each other is.

Only then did he know that Shi Jin would be in such a mess, that he would not always feel that he was right, and that he would ask for his consent.

Turning his face away from looking at Shi Jin again, he took a deep breath, but anyway, if it wasn't for Shi Jin protecting him this time, he might not be able to stand here with healthy limbs, one yard for one yard.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow." After speaking, he went out to the balcony to breathe. He drank some wine with Shi Jin's father at night, and now it's a bit hot.

Clear your head a little bit.

Shi Jin's expression was a little stiff, he thought this would be his last chance, and wanted to use his parents as an assist, but he thought of Song Xingli too easily, and he knew from the moment he smashed all the love letters that Song Xingli used to love him deeply Only then did I choose to accommodate and tolerate him, but I don't love him anymore, so why should I accommodate him.

Staring at Song Xingli's back standing on the balcony, he did not look away for a long time.

Just kept watching like this, as if it was okay for him to watch it all night. The ease at this moment made him a little dazed, as if he and Song Xingli had never been separated before, not now, and will never be separated in the future.

But only his fantasy.

There was a 'click', the sound of a lighter.

When his eyes fell on the balcony, he found that Song Xingli lit the cigarette with his head bowed, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he completely became a Sichuan character.

When did this guy learn to smoke and become addicted to it?

Thinking of the doctor's advice, this is smoking and drinking, can the stomach recover?

He stood up with difficulty and walked to the balcony.

Song Xingli lit a cigarette, took a puff and exhaled slowly, the smoke coiled around for a few times and gradually dissipated, half-closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of comfortable clarity in his head, this mint-flavored smoke was still good.

The moment he was holding his hand on the balcony, the cigarette caught between his fingers was taken away.

With sullen brows, he turned his head and looked back.

Lips accidentally rubbed against Shi Jin's cheek, the warm touch, and the excessively close distance made his lower back stiff.

"Shi Jin what are you doing with my cigarettes?" He frowned displeasedly and asked.

When Shi Jin saw that Song Xingli was about to touch the vase, he quickly raised his hand to support the side of the vase, the cigarette he just took fell on the balcony table, his arm protected Song Xingli, but he forgot his own wound, the movement of reaching out was too involved, His feet softened and he leaned against Song Xingli's body, and he couldn't hold back a muffled groan.

Song Xingli: "You—" Is there something wrong?Is this Pengci so blatant and exaggerated?

"I'm fine." Shi Jin leaned on the edge of the balcony with one hand, and slowly approached Song Xingli's shoulder. When he approached, he smelled a faint mint smell from Song Xingli's body, not like nicotine.

It smells very good.

"Why are you snatching my cigarettes when you're fine?" Song Xingli tore off Shi Jin's hand, looking at the newly lit cigarettes being wasted on the table like this, he was a little puzzled: "What a waste."

The gorilla fire was extinguished, and the soot was scattered under the blowing of the night wind, and there was still a faint smell of mint.

He plucked a leaf and extinguished the cigarette butt on it, then threw it into the trash can beside it.

"What kind of cigarette is this? Why is it mint flavored?" Shi Jin asked curiously, "And when did you start smoking? Why didn't I know you would smoke?"

"Shi Jin." Song Xingli turned around and interrupted Shi Jin's series of questions, with an indifferent expression: "You didn't care about me before, why do you care about me now?"

Shi Jin was dumbfounded for a moment, looking at Song Xingli's slightly sullen eyes, he forgot the pain behind him.

"This is a menthol cigarette. I knew how to smoke when I was in the United States. No one taught me. I smoke when I am upset, when I am unhappy, and when I miss you. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

The wind picked up, and the cool breeze caressed the cheeks, and the hair brushed against the cheeks made it a little numb. When Shi Jin looked at the angry Song Xingli, his eye sockets suddenly became hot, as if he had thought of something.

Song Xingli's slightly sullen voice was tinged with coolness: "You didn't care about me first, now that we have nothing to do with each other, why do you care about me? I will be very annoying."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Shi Jin's eyes were red.

"..." His expression froze, so what is going on?

"Xing Xing, you are finally willing to scold me." Shi Jin took two steps, and slowly walked to Song Xingli's side, leaning his hands on the balcony to borrow strength, looking at Song Xingli with slightly red eyes, "Don't scold me." , I didn't even know that you like me to take care of you."

Song Xingli's eyes widened: "!" Did he mean that?

"Hey, Shi Jin, are you pushing your nose and face, now you blame me because I don't understand you, right? It's because you have no brains, no EQ, and no understanding of what I want. When you were in the United States, you really , every time our wedding anniversary hits my tour day, I don’t have time to spend that day, but can’t I live the next day? You’ve come all the time and you still don’t do something. Are you still a man? Compassionate about my hard work? You How can you be sympathetic to me? You are weak."

Song Xingli's voice echoed from the balcony, Shi Jin just looked at Song Xingli who lost his temper like this, like looking at a child at home who was at odds, his eyes were full of pampering.

"Also, although I like Ferrari, I don't like every one of them. Don't just send me a car every time I'm unhappy, just transfer the money to me. What do I need money for? Is Song Xingli short of money?"

"And you are fashionable, have no EQ, no brain, don't understand anything, you don't know what I want as long as I don't tell you, so it's okay if you don't remember the anniversary, you can even forget the wedding anniversary What did you do on your wedding anniversary? Accompany Luo Qing, heh, you can, you are a straight man." He got angry when he mentioned this, and raised his thumb to give Shi Jin a thumbs up:

"I don't care what happened between you and Luo Qing, but if the two of you are too close to others and leave people with the possibility of gossip, then it's your fault. I guard you as jade all the way to the United States. If you pry the corners in China, I should have known I’ll learn from the experience and ask you why you’re flirting with your brother, and there’s a bunch of people queuing up to chase me abroad!”

"And do you know what I hate the most about you? You definitely don't know. It's you, Shi Jin, who is 30 years old. What I don't understand is an explanation. How many times have I asked you what happened to you and Luo Qing? You Why don't you answer directly, heh, do you think it's useful to clean yourself up in front of me? It's useless! If you don't answer once, I will severely deduct your points in my heart! If you get zero points, you will get a divorce!"

Song Xingli was angry and didn't notice Shi Jin's strangeness. After scolding, he realized how loud he was speaking just now, and then he stopped his temper abruptly. From the corner of the eye, he caught sight of Shi Jin's smiling face, and pursed his lips unnaturally. Pursing his lips, avoiding his eyes.

I was annoyed why I had to talk so much nonsense with Shi Jin.

"So cute."

"……Um?"

Shi Jin smiled softly, "I said, you look so cute when you lose your temper."

The night breeze was gentle, as if it had dissolved Shi Jin's tone, making the cool temperature a little milder.

Song Xingli was stunned for a second before realizing that it was what he said that Shi Jin didn't care about?Thought he was joking?Frowning: "I'm not kidding you."

"I know, I don't think you're joking, I like it when you scold me."

"...???"

"I still remember that when we first met, you often played tricks on me, saying that I was stupid, that I was stunned, that I was always slow, and that I was stupid. I listened to you and tried to correct my shortcomings. When I went to junior high school, I found that you stopped scolding me, and always praised me, saying that I was calm, that I was smart, that I had good grades, and that I played baseball. I was very happy. You never scolded me, it really made me I lost myself, I thought I was good and perfect."

Song Xingli: "..."

"So you like me with flaws, and if you don't like me, I can do everything well." Shi Jin thought he understood, and expressed his thoughts: "Actually, I also like when you lose your temper with me, and when you are awkward with me, You are self-willed towards me, so from the time you became obedient, I am not used to it."

"I thought you had grown up, but I didn't expect—"

Needless to say, I know what happened next.

"Shi Jin, just take it as a write-off." Song Xingli stopped Shi Jin from continuing, and lit another cigarette: "It's boring to talk about the past."

The indifference and alienation are so decisive that Shi Jin can't find a chance to intervene.

They were clearly standing so close, and they had never been so close since the divorce, as if they could embrace each other with just one step closer, but it was the farthest distance.

The mint-flavored smoke diffused in the air, the scarlet fire from the cigarette butt ignited slightly, and the smoke slowly lingered, covering Song Xingli's face slightly, making him a little more cold.

"Shi Jin, some things can't be changed just by talking about them, and I can't forget what you did before by making up for it now." Song Xingli looked sideways at Shi Jin: "Don't get involved with Luo Qing, don't say that we are busy because of work. We don’t talk about the reasons for our personalities. Ask yourself, why do you love me and forget what I said? You can be late, but you should never forget.”

"I used to tour abroad, and you said you were here, I believed it. I saw your admission ticket in the study that day. I had it for every show, and I was admitted. It's just why I left halfway and didn't follow me. I won’t mention the meeting, but the thing that makes me saddest is the first show. It’s fine if you didn’t come, why I couldn’t find you when I couldn’t get through the phone when I was most uncomfortable, at that moment, it was very uncomfortable.”

"After we got married, we separated. I have been abroad for so many years, working, sick, and no one feels sad. That is because I think we are fighting for our future. Even if we don't need to fight, we still We are working hard for better things, so I firmly believe that we will not be separated no matter what."

"So Shi Jin, your attitude makes me feel that my love is ridiculous and humble. I even look down on myself, so how can I look down on you after separation. To forget is to forget, don't make excuses, and if you really say it, you will look down on you gone."

Song Xingli held the mint cigarette between his fingertips, put his hands on the balcony table, and his eyes fell on the street lamp in the garden not far away. After he finished speaking, he chuckled a few times and looked at Shi Jin.

"Do you understand it?"

With a cold smile on his brows, and a lazy but decisive tone, he said to Shi Jin:

——I, Song Xingli, am already someone you can't afford.

The author has something to say: Well, I can’t afford it