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

As soon as Song Xingli came out of the bathroom, he almost bumped into Shi Jin who was outside the door. Seeing that Shi Jin's face was so ugly, as if he had done something bad, he smiled but wasn't smiling.

"Why are you standing here?"

While talking, Min An from behind came out, his eyes lingered on Shi Jin for two seconds, sizing him up, but he didn't stay too long, looking not very interested, then he blinked at Song Xingli, hooked With a smile on his lips, he left.

His long hair hangs down his shoulders, and he is tall and slender, and he looks like a libertine even from behind.

No one would think that this is a painter.

It's like a wealthy young man who spends his days in luxury.

Shi Jin sensitively caught the ambiguous eyes of the long-haired man just now, and looked at Song Xingli silently without saying anything.

His eyes, as deep as ink, were calm, but they were able to capture the feelings of grievance and sadness in the subtleties.

Song Xingli felt the scrutiny of Shi Jin's eyes, and calmly met Shi Jin's eyes:

"Let's go."

After speaking, he turned and walked outside.

He thought Shi Jin would ask, but he didn't expect to say anything.

But his eyes looked like he was about to cry.

The hooked lips smiled.

The night was completely dark, and it was already nine o'clock when we left the art gallery.

When Shi Jin was driving the car, from the corner of his eye he saw Song Xingli propping his head with one hand, lazily leaning against the car window, his eyes closed as if he was asleep, the light from the window passed over Song Xingli's face, and the light and dark shadows could not see his face clearly The look on his face, but he couldn't stop the exhaustion after relaxing all over.

He knew that Song Xingli was resisting, and he was carrying it to prevent himself from showing any discomfort, but how could he not know how much Luo Qing's death had hit Song Xingli.

It is precisely because he knows Luo Qing's position in Song Xingli's heart that he dislikes Luo Qing so much. He is afraid that Luo Qing will snatch Song Xingli away. It's not that he doesn't have confidence in himself, but that Luo Qing is more capable than he imagined. many.

He has a sweet mouth, can be coquettish, and can talk. He belongs to that kind of humorous man. Even if he pretends, he can still pretend. This is a skill that he needs time to learn.

So how much Song Xingli hated Luo Qing after knowing everything showed how much Luo Qing held in his heart.

How uncomfortable Song Xingli felt after Luo Qing's death, he felt it even if he didn't say it.

Slowed down the speed of the car a little, and wanted to spend more time with Song Xingli.

Then he thought of the handsome man just now. He heard the conversation between Song Xingli and that man. What was puzzling was when Song Xingli met this man, and how could the content of that conversation not make him think too much .

Although he had already moved to the apartment next door to Song Xingli's house, he wished to cling to Song Xingli all the time, so as not to be taken advantage of by other men.But someone still took advantage of the gap and entered, but he was obviously already very close.

tomorrow?

Do you have a date with that man?

He didn't know when he met him, and why he didn't know. He thought he had followed Song Xingli closely enough, but he didn't expect that someone could take advantage of it and provoke Song Xingli when he was a little distracted.

"who's that person?"

Song Xingli thought about it for a while when he heard Shi Jin's question, and replied casually, "Who else could it be, a stranger who went to the same toilet."

Shi Jin frowned while listening to Song Xingli's insane answer: "I heard your conversation."

"Then I don't want to say it." Song Xingli responded indifferently, completely blocking Shi Jin's desire to continue asking.

But the more this happened, the more depressed Jin felt, and the hand holding the steering wheel gradually tightened, secretly venting his anxiety.With his current status, he is not qualified to ask Song Xingli, and now he is just a suitor.

Still an unqualified suitor.

Just when he thought that he could stay by Song Xingli's side for a long time, and that little milk dog was nothing without Qi Wenzhan, another man appeared unexpectedly.

His Song Xingli really created surprises for him.

This topic seemed to be interrupted so suddenly, it was swallowed up in silence without any warning, and after an unknown amount of time, Song Xingli broke the silence first.

"Shi Jin, return to Champs Poly."

Shi Jin turned his head to the side: "What are you going back for?"

He didn't hear Song Xingli's answer, nor was he in a hurry, so he slowly waited for Song Xingli to speak.

"Luo Qing still hasn't sorted things out, I want to go back and sort them out." Song Xingli said after a while, as if mustering up a lot of courage, he took a deep breath: "...take another look. "

He didn't dare to touch or turn over last night, for fear that he would see something that would break his emotions. This string has been tense until now, and he has never dared to relax.

He just hoped that he could be tense for a while, even if it was a while, he wouldn't suddenly break down.

So he pulls on Shi-jin, which reassures him a little.

Just when he was thinking about it, he felt that his hand was held by a big hand, the palm was wide and gentle, like a reassurance pill, which made him feel less uncomfortable.

Looking down at the hand that was holding him, slowly, he saw Shi Jin's hand inserted between his fingers, completely wrapping his hand in his hand, and holding it tightly.The temperature in his palm was like a net that covered the sky and covered the sky, keeping what he was afraid of out of the net.

His vision gradually blurred, and he didn't look away for a long time.

Slowly back grip.

Shi Jin heard the fear in Song Xingli's tone, and held Song Xingli's hand with his free right hand, clasping his fingers tightly. He held the steering wheel with his left hand and looked at the road ahead. This right hand was used to comfort Song Xingli.

"He won't have anything scary, I'll watch it with you." Forget it, he is a man who can stop a man now, and he will definitely be the only man in Song Xingli.

At worst, continue to report for classes.

"And you know he won't have anything scary?" Song Xingli asked.

Shi Jin smiled: "Only he can have something terrible."

Song Xingli glanced at Shijin: "And you said you don't like Luo Qing? I think you know Luo Qing very well, otherwise you two can play tricks for so long?"

Shi Jin: "..."

Song Xingli laughed, with a shallow arc and a little tiredness: "I'm just kidding, he likes me."

This sentence is very light, but it is surrounded by extremely heavy emotions.

Shi Jin understood what Song Xingli meant, and thought that Song Xingli might have regretted it the moment Luo Qing jumped off, regretting that he didn't go to the hospital to see Luo Qing last time, and that he didn't have time to explain everything clearly, and everything was too late.

He turned the steering wheel and drove towards Champs-Elysees Poly: "It's because I don't want you to know that he likes you, it's because I'm selfish."

"Shi Jin, did I look like an idiot to you when I was young?"

Shi Jin couldn't deny it: "Actually, I'm not that crazy."

"Then why do I only see you?"

Shi Jin was slightly taken aback by these words, and felt a little sad: "Could it be that you could still pretend to be another person in your heart at that time?"

Song Xingli lightly stroked the intertwined fingers of the two, thoughtfully: "If I knew that Luo Qing liked me at the time, maybe I would have given him some advice, and it wouldn't have happened until now, you should have told me. "

"Do you think I will send my rival in front of you? Xing Xing, I'm not that generous. I'm a very selfish person. From the moment I fell in love with you, I've been thinking hard to put you by my side. Just look at me, I hate Luo Qing very much."

The car was gradually sinking into the night, and Shi Jin's voice was neither soft nor heavy, and there was a momentary heartstring tremor, and it was only a momentary moment.

"Really?" Song Xingli asked softly.

He's been waiting for this answer for a long time, isn't he waiting for Shi Jin to give him a response after waiting for so long, but now it seems that there is no expectation.

He didn't know why he was so calm.

It seems that the body can maintain the relationship between him and Shi Jin.

Shi Jin was silenced by these two words, boredom swept through his heart again, it was the discomfort of being powerless and unable to move forward, he wanted to take a step closer to Song Xingli, and wanted Song Xingli to see him again, but he found that they really only had their bodies left before. comminicate.

Just like they were before.

It's the same way of dealing with each other.

Suddenly he felt ironic, what did he think of Song Xingli before.

Champs Elysees Poly is a villa area located in the suburbs. At night, it passes through the driveway lined with towering trees and is brightly lit.

When they got home, Song's father and Song's mother were watching TV and drinking tea in the living room, and they were a little surprised that they both came back.

"Why are you back?" Mother Song stood up and walked to the entrance: "I knew I would have brought you back from the cemetery. Have you eaten?"

Song Xingli nodded with a smile and said, "Well, I just want to come back and sort out Luo Qing's things and see what else is left. Shi Jin and I ate them all, so we won't go back tonight when we sleep at home."

"Sleeping at home?" Mother Song glanced at the two of them: "Sleeping together?"

Song Xingli replied calmly, "Yes."

Mother Song: "So what's your relationship now?"

"Pao friendship."

"Nonsense!" Song's father, who was drinking tea, put the teacup back on the tea table with a 'snap', and swept over with serious eyes: "I said that marriage is not a child's play. You see, the two of you have never been separated until now. Divorce You just got divorced, and you didn't tell your parents, but now what is it that pao friends are not messing around?"

Song Xingli felt that his father was going to start preaching again, but he was really in no mood to argue now, so he turned and went upstairs: "I'll go up first."

Song's father was a little angry when he saw that Song Xingli didn't give him any explanation. He was about to say a few words but was stopped by his wife's eyes, and silently swallowed the lesson.

Shi Jin felt Song's father's displeasure, and was also worried that Song Xingli would quarrel with Song's father. After all, that guy's mood is not very stable now, and what might happen soon, so he comforted Song's father and said: "I will tell Xingxing Yes, I will work hard to get back the stars, so I won’t bother you tonight.”

After speaking, he nodded to Mother Song and followed Song Xingli upstairs.

This villa is an old villa, and there are not many guest rooms for myself, so the area of ​​each room and function room is very large.

Going up to the second floor, Song Xingli went to Luo Qing's room instead of going back to his own room, which was next to his own room, and turned the doorknob to push Luo Qing's room away.

Luo Qing's room is not very big, there is a clear space, a bookcase, a desk, a bed, and a wardrobe. Because this room was originally a study in his room, their rooms are connected together. After closing the door, there is still a room inside. A door can communicate with each other.

It was the door of the previous study.

Although the space is small, the basketball hoop and basketball in the corner, the jerseys hanging on the wall, and the photo of the three of them on the desk all make time seem to go back in time.

Only Luo Qing's room can make him feel that nothing has changed.

This was the strongest feeling he had when he entered Luo Qing's room yesterday, and it made him feel that Luo Qing was still alive, living in their youngest and frivolous years, the most wanton and arrogant yet happiest days.

The hand holding the doorknob was tightly grasped, supported by strength, and held back the tears from falling.

He felt uncomfortable even entering this door, so how dare he pack Luo Qing's things.

How could she accept the fact that Luo Qing was really dead.

Seeing that Song Xingli hadn't gone in for a long time, Shi Jin felt that something was wrong with him: "Xing Xing, why didn't you go in? Didn't you pack your things?"

"I suddenly felt that I couldn't accept it." Song Xingli turned his head to look at Shi Jin, his eyes were red and moist, and his thin lips trembled slightly: "How could Luo Qing jump off in front of me."

"...How could he die? I haven't even forgiven him yet."

As he spoke, he slowly knelt down and hugged his head, grabbed his hair, and collapsed completely in a day of tension.

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