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

"Brother, let me ask you, do you understand what liking is?"

It was already the evening off-duty time, and in the company's coffee shop, except for the waiters and baristas at the front desk, there were only two people sitting in the one by the window, and the rest of the people basically left the company.

Shi Jin took a sip of his coffee, frowned and looked at his younger brother Shi Ye, who was 12 years younger than him: "What's wrong with you?"

Shi Ye, who was wearing a blue school uniform, rubbed his head in distress: "It's just that I fell in love with a boy recently, but I'm not sure if I like it, so I'm here to ask you, both you and Brother Xingli After so many years of marriage, you can always be my love consultant, right?"

Shi Jin: "Yes."

Seeing that his brother was so confident, Shi Ye knew to ask the right person: "Then tell me how you managed to catch up with Brother Xingli."

Because the two brothers are 12 years apart, there is a round difference in sensible age, so the younger brother doesn't know much about his elder brother's emotional experience. After all, the younger brother was only in elementary school when the elder brother got married.

Shi Jin paused while sipping his coffee, and he glanced at Shi Ye: "It was you Xingli who chased me."

Shi Ye's expression suddenly became a little subtle, even a little disgusted: "Could it be Brother Xingli who proposed marriage?"

"I begged." Shi Jin seemed to feel his younger brother's disgusted eyes, put down his coffee cup and clasped his hands and looked at Shi Ye: "Why, do you think your brother is useless?"

"No, no, I'm just asking." Tono supported his head: "Speaking of who is as gentle as Brother Xingli, why do you like Brother Xingli? After you were with Brother Xingli, did you often coax him?"

"coax."

"How to coax?" Shi Ye immediately sat upright, looking like he wanted to ask for advice.

"Song Xingli likes Ferrari, likes red roses, I give him whatever he likes."

Shi Ye: "?" He looked at his elder brother suspiciously: "So, are you so careless?"

"Absent?" Shi Jin said: "Am I giving him what he wants?"

"No, you and Brother Xingli were like this in high school too? Where did you get the money to buy a Ferrari at that time? Isn't there any other way to be romantic?" Shi Ye was a little surprised and often didn't get anything from his brother: "For example, Le Yu and I, from the time we met, how did you sing Little Xingxing to coax him to sleep, what did you drink yogurt under your school uniform, and I rewarded him with a kiss after he ran 800 meters, you and Brother Xingli are so materialistic? Haven't you done anything to Brother Xingli?"

Shi Jin fell silent for a moment.

Singing to lull him to sleep, drinking yogurt under his school uniform, rewarding kisses after running 800 meters, of course they have done it, but it was all done to him by Song Xingli.

He did not.

When Shi Ye saw that his brother was silent and didn't speak, he knew that he must have never done it. He said "tsk": "A person who likes romance and art like Brother Xingli can marry a boring brother like me. Brother, you are really a lackey. Shit luck."

Shi Jin glanced at Shi Ye, his eyes became colder.

Shi Ye finished the milk tea in the cup and sighed: "Brother, it's not that I didn't remind you, don't always be busy with work. Brother Xingli quit his job in the United States for you. Anyone who loves dancing like him can do it." Giving up that powerful position is still at his peak, so don’t regret it if he runs back to the United States again. I feel that you are a little careless, don’t regret it after you lose it.”

"He loves me so much that he won't go back, and I won't regret it." Shi Jin caressed the wall of the coffee cup, the brown coffee in the cup reflected his calm face: "I have everything he has, and I won't lose it. .”

At this moment, the screen of the mobile phone on the table turned on, and his expression cooled down instantly when he saw the message.

"I left beforehand, and I will ask the driver to take you back to school." After speaking, he picked up his phone and turned to leave.

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Luo Qing raised her hand to turn on the light in the entrance, then turned around.

The light in the porch was dim, gently outlining Song Xingli's reddened eyes in front of him, perhaps his face was a little pale because of discomfort.

Song Xingli met Luo Qing's eyes.

"Didn't Shi Jin go to see your performance?" Luo Qing leaned against the cabinet behind her and said, without looking at him again, she answered questions selectively.

Song Xingli put the red wine in his hand on the shoe cabinet beside him, stroked the cold wine bottle with his fingertips, and pulled the corners of his lips:

"No."

dodge?Is it a coincidence?

It is said that Luo Qing returned to China on his wedding anniversary.

From the corner of the eye, he caught the expression on Luo Qing's face.

"Maybe he watched the live broadcast?"

Song Xingli continued to shake his head: "He definitely didn't watch it. Not only did he not watch it, he also forgot about my performance today. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called me and told me he wouldn't come back for dinner tonight."

After speaking, he picked up the wine bottle and walked inside.

Luo Qing propped her hands on the cabinet, tightened her hands slightly, her eyes fell on Song Xingli's back dimly, then she stood up and walked in.

"I'm so hungry for something to eat." Song Xingli flipped through the corkscrew at the bar, found it, uncorked the red wine bottle deftly, took the sober container beside him and poured the red wine in: "By the way, Luo Qing, what's your date?" came back?"

Small lights were turned on at the bar, and small light bulbs in other places were hung on the ceiling of the counter, which was exquisite and a bit bourgeois.

And people who are concentrating on sobering up are brighter than light bulbs.

"Didn't you know it was your wedding anniversary?" Luo Qing sat down in front of the bar.

"Why did you come back all of a sudden?" Song Xingli poured the wine into the container and sat on the chair inside facing Luo Qing. Are you thinking of coming to me?"

He never believed in coincidence.

Luo Qing bumped into Song Xingli's rippling eyes, the blush at the end of her eyes was like a provocation at night, she took out her phone and opened the takeaway app:

"It happened that there was an announcement that I was coming back. I called you thinking it was your wedding anniversary. Let's order something first. I have sent someone to deliver your favorite sushi and Black Forest cake. It should be almost here. Want something to eat? Let me order some soup for you."

"Luo Qing, when did you come back?"

Luo Qing froze the hand sliding the phone, raised her eyes to Song Xingli's smiling but moist eyes, pressed her fingertips on the phone screen a little hard.

"Six p.m."

"Ah, six o'clock." Song Xingli pulled the wine container over in front of him, poured a glass of red wine into his goblet, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing him drinking so fiercely, Luo Qing frowned: "Don't drink like that."

"Shi Jin didn't come home that day." Song Xingli put the wine glass on the table with a gulp, "I have to finish these two bottles of wine tonight, do you care?"

"Did you scold him?" Luo Qing saw the familiar emotion in Song Xingli's eyes, this guy is actually very domineering.

Song Xingli laughed while drinking, drinking glass after glass of red wine, his heartburn burned, and his whole body felt lightheaded, it was fake to use wine to relieve his worries.

"No."

Luo Qing watched Song Xingli pick up the goblet, raised his head slightly and drank the red wine at the bottom of the glass.

"Why didn't you scold him?"

The slender neck was white and fragile under the light, and a drop of red wine spilled from her lips fell down. It was an indescribably lingering beauty, and it was also very dangerous.

"He smells of someone else's perfume, which is male fragrance. It's a client's. I think that client must be more important than me. It's so important that I don't have to go home on the wedding anniversary night. After returning home, I forget to wear the wedding ring." , I promised to come to see my first show, but I didn’t come.” Song Xingli stood up, bent down to pour wine into the goblet in front of Luo Qing, raised his eyes and said with a smile: “Tell me, who is this person who can be in time? Spray perfume in front of Jin, Shi Jin hates perfume the most. And, what should I do?"

The casual tone is like an overwhelming trap, dangerous but charming.

Luo Qing took a sip of the red wine that Song Xingli had poured for him: "I have a very good lawyer who specializes in divorce cases."

Song Xingli turned his face away and laughed, he sat back in his chair and raised his glass to touch Luo Qing: "Before I leave the country, I asked you to watch Shi Jin for me, did you find anyone around Shi Jin?"

"No."

"Then the one closest to Shi Jin is you." Song Xingli leaned closer to the table and waved at Luo Qing: "Tell me quietly if you have, I will definitely not tell anyone else."

His voice was already a little blurred, but it was soft and coquettish, and the movement of hooking his hands was lazy and seductive, like a cat, playing tricks on people's hearts.

Obviously there were only the two of them here, Song Xingli whispered in his ear.

Luo Qing looked at Song Xingli's slightly drunken appearance, the blush at the end of her eyes was like a shy blush:

"Have."

Song Xingli laughed out loud, tears fell from the corners of his eyes like this, he looked at the red wine bottle that was close at hand and reached out to pick it up, he stopped pouring the wine glass and drank directly from the mouth of the bottle.

I drank so much that my mind became confused, and it was true that I hadn't drank for a long time, and my alcohol consumption decreased a lot.

My stomach hurts badly and my head burns, but neither is as uncomfortable as heart suffocation.

Luo Qing just watched him drink without moving a muscle.

After Song Xingli drank the last sip of red wine in the bottle, his body shook, as if he was about to fall down.

Luo Qing reached out to grab her, but Song Xingli ran into the toilet.

He heard the sound of vomiting, and he quickly followed in.

In the toilet, Song Xingli vomited until the sky was dark, and the pain in his stomach that he couldn't bear anymore was overwhelming. He couldn't even stand up and just hugged the toilet.

He paused for a while, looked at the toilet and said with a smile: "I used to be very good at drinking, but now I can't drink anymore, because Shi Jin won't let me drink."

Pressing the flush button hard, looking down at the vortex of water engulfing the filth, it seemed as if he had taken himself away.

So why is he pretending?

In the end everyone is pretending.

After speaking, he leaned against the wall behind him, closed his eyes in discomfort and slid down the wall, and buried his head in his arms in discomfort.

After a while, a choking sound came out, and it sounded in the toilet.

One by one, crying broken, crying distressed.

He can't stand it.Already thin, the bones outlined under the clothes on the shoulders are extremely clear. In addition, dancers need to manage their bodies, so they will become even thinner if they shrink together.

Luo Qing squatted in front of Song Xingli, and put her hands on his shoulders. The protruding bones under the clothes touched by her palms were a little hot. He had never seen Song Xingli cry. This young master who was pampered since childhood was loved by everyone , No one is willing to, let alone dare to bully.

Song Xingli is proud. In the dance, it can be seen that Song Xingli has bestowed his pride on it, so Song Xingli on the stage is always the most dazzling, like a star, the light will never die.

Only in the matter of love and progress, it swallowed up all the light and showed others with its body.

He thought to himself, what if Song Xingli found out.

Now that she is crying like this, will she be heart-piercing and heart-breaking in the future?

Yes, I will.

"I don't believe there will be anyone outside of him." Song Xingli leaned his head in the crook of his arm, his eyes were red, and his voice was a little hoarse. He reached out to grab Luo Qing's wrist, who was squatting in front of him, "You said Well, will he?"

Luo Qing felt the coolness in Song Xingli's hands, and looked at Song Xingli's watery eyes with little hope left, as if he had the final answer here.

"Stars, people sometimes pretend to cover up their greed."

This sentence is like the last straw that broke the camel's camel, shaking the deep love of 20 years.

Song Xingli held Luo Qing's wrist tightly, tears fell silently from the corner of his eyes, and the other hand hugged his knee tightly like this, trying to make himself curl up, as if the tighter it was, the stomach wouldn't hurt, any tighter, If it hurts, it can also numb the pain of the heart.

The room is always empty, and there have not been two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table for a long time. The roses he planted are only appreciated by him, and he buries his beloved red wine and perfume.

Also hid himself.

"What about you?" He asked without looking at Luo Qing.

"You know."

He laughed softly, tasted the salty taste at the corner of his mouth, and trembled at the end: "I don't want to know."

He leaned against the wall and wanted to stand up.

Luo Qing supported him subconsciously, and looked at Song Xingli with a bad expression: "You haven't eaten—"

Before he finished speaking, Song Xingli raised his hand and pulled Luo Qing's collar, and unceremoniously vomited on Luo Qing.

Luo Qing: "..."

The culprit fell on him after vomiting, helped Song Xingli to sit on the toilet, took off his soiled shirt and threw it aside, took the wet tissue aside and wiped Song Xingli's face.

Song Xingli obediently let him wipe his face.

His eyes gradually darkened.

Ding-dong-

Just then the doorbell rang.

Luo Qing glanced out and was about to open the door, but her pants were caught.

"...why go?" Song Xingli opened his misty eyes, tilted his head and looked at Luo Qing with some displeasure, his delicate brows were stained with flamboyance: "Did I let you go? Give me here Stand still."

This tone reminded Luo Qing that Song Xingli had always been a flamboyant person when he was a child, including towards him.

Only the timing is different.

He looked at Song Xingli, who was in a daze, and glanced at A Jin on the display of his mobile phone that fell on the floor, as if thinking of something fun.

"I'm going to open the door, follow me?" He stretched out his hand towards Song Xingli.

"Go." Song Xingli wanted to stand up, but he couldn't stand still because of his weakness.

Luo Qing reached out and took Song Xingli in her arms and walked out to the door, asking him to gamble that the person at the door was the hypocritical man he liked to see.

Sure enough, the moment he opened the door, Shi Jin in a suit and leather shoes stood at the door with an expressionless face.

When Shi Jin saw the door was opened, he saw the drunken Song Xing lying in Luo Qing's arms, and then saw Luo Qing's upper body was naked, the smell of alcohol was strong, and ripples appeared in his calm eyes.

Without saying anything, he stretched out his hand to hug Song Xingli back.

But Luo Qing hugged Song Xingli and turned to block his outstretched hand.

The lights in the porch are dim, and the four eyes meet.

This action seemed to break the hypocritical membrane, and in the silence, no one would be outdone.