Facing scumbags, I choose BE

After Jing Huan left, Qian Yu froze in place.

He looked at the figure in the distance, his brows wrinkled into white paper.

The card was pinched in his hand, and he looked at the thin card and fell into thought.

Coming out of the coffee shop, Jing Huan wrapped her clothes tightly.

Even though the temperature is getting warmer now, he still can't help but feel a chill.

There are people coming and going in front of me, and there is a lot of traffic, so it is very lively.

But he couldn't feel the hustle and bustle and happiness here at all.

What Qian Yu said just now was enough to freeze his heart.

He had long suspected that Chu Qing had bad habits outside, especially the vague smell of perfume at home.

It wasn't until a moment ago that he smelled the familiar smell again in the coffee shop that he realized that he had been living like a little turtle wrapped in a shell all along.

It was wishful thinking that as long as she didn't think about it or ask questions, it could be regarded as Chu Qing was always busy with work outside.

His neglect was just because he was too busy with his work.

But when someone tore a small opening in all this falsehood, the deception that poured down was like a flame wrapped in paper, which could no longer be restrained from burning outwards.

Mingming's heart has become calm and peaceful amidst countless disappointments, but at this moment, when he heard what others said and was sworn to leave by an intervening person, he still couldn't act like a robot without a trace of emotion.

It turned out that Chu Qing's heart was no longer on his side, so how did he manage to care for these days?

Chu Qing and Qian Yu have been together for three years, and during these three years, countless others have come to possess him, but he doesn't even know it.

He still remembered that not long ago he looked at his thin body and asked him loudly why he lost so much weight. At that time, the distress in his eyes was vivid in Jing Huan's memory, but he still remembered it, and another person came to tell him another truth.

It turned out that someone could make the deception so real and meticulous, and he actually believed it.

Jing Huan retched for no reason, and coughed into the big green trash can next to him.

It seemed like he was going to vomit everything in his body.

For a long time, he panted heavily, blushing to the roots of his ears.

Everything in front of him became blurred, and he looked around as if the city was so strange and so cold that he was like an ice cave in it.

He just walked aimlessly.

He didn't know how he got home.

The heart has lost its original perception in the successive blows.

He was still digesting what Qian Yu had said to him in his mind.

Chu Qing called at this time, but he didn't answer after checking.

The phone rang a few times before hanging up, and then a message came from his cell phone: I bought salmon tonight, let's go back and have dinner together.

Jing Huan took a look and slowly hung up the phone.

The nausea came back again.

It is clear that this is treating him as a spare tire, someone who comes back to find comfort after having enough fun outside.

Jing Huan got up, as if he hadn't seen the message.

He went to the balcony and looked out at the vast sky.

After watching for a long time, it seems that I am flying with the vastness of the sky.

The world is so vast, and he has lived in this small house of several hundred square meters for so many years.

The best days of his life were dedicated to this small piece of land, and he seemed to have gradually lost himself since he knew it clearly.

Everything revolves around the future of him and Chu Qing.

For that man, he endured a lot that he never thought of.

In the end, after struggling, he also became an invisible man who retired from success.

He suddenly discovered that the life of these years was not the result he wanted.

He is a serious intellectual, absolutely should not, should not have lived here like a housewife for several years, lost all social space, lowered all personal qualities, just for the initial expectation in his heart.

He seems to have wasted a lot of good time.

He wasted his precious time on a man who shouldn't be entrusted to him.

Jing Huan has never been so full of remorse as it is now.

He felt that the meeting between himself and Chu Qing was a mistake, and that day, he really shouldn't meddle in his own business to advance him some 100 yuan, let alone keep getting involved with him later.

False start, false existence.

He did one very wrong thing.

Now, is it too late to regret?

He touched his heart, this crippled body, after countless winds and rains, finally ran out of fuel in countless devastations.

Does he have a chance to do it all over again?

He wanted to cry, because it wasn't worth it for so many years.

But now, he was so stupefied that he couldn't shed a single tear.

It may be because I have suffered too much and accumulated too many disappointments, and when I finally want to vent something, I can't vent it at all.

He went to the study again.

Take out your own medical record from the book, and take out the box of special pills from the wrapped plastic bag.

I don't know how to cherish my body, now, it's too late to say anything.

He originally wanted to live quietly like this, and on the day he couldn't make it through, he let go, leaving Chu Qing alone in the world to do whatever he wanted.

But now, a sense of unwillingness suddenly ignited in that dead corner of his heart.

Is he going to die like this?

After suffering so much, don't you still cherish your broken body?

Just waiting for the god of death to come to meet him?

Did he just wait for all this to come quietly?

Jing Huan suddenly felt unwilling to wake up.

For so many years, he has lived for Chu Qing and their unknown world.

In the end, it was nothing but an illusory bubble, like colorful bubbles floating in summer, flying and shattering.

Will he continue to live like this without dignity and fighting spirit?

Life is alive, and there is no moment to live for yourself, so even if you die, you will not feel at ease.

Jing Huan took out the medicine and went to the kitchen. He quickly filled the kettle with water.

He was shaking uncontrollably by the handle of the kettle.

In the end, the kettle "squeaked" and burned under the action of the power supply.

He wasted too much time.

In the future, he can no longer continue to waste his limited life like this.

Him, cheer up.

He is Jing Huan, who used to be a top student in the class, he shouldn't just bow his head like fate.

It's been a good dream for more than ten years, it's time to wake up.

Once the seed of hope in the bottom of my heart is ignited, it will appear endlessly. It seems that because it has been suppressed for too long, once the cage of thought is opened, it will become a prairie fire, which cannot be resisted.

The water is boiled.

He arrived with a glass and left it cold on the table.

He wants to live well.

For the rest of the days to come, even if one day is missing, he will live well.

He didn't want to continue this dull and dark day.

His illness is already the best punishment God gave him for misjudging others. Now, he wants to find a way to the light through his mistakes, start again, and live the rest of his life with more flesh and blood.

The water enters the throat, and the medicine enters the heart.

As long as you don't give up, life will not always be miserable.

Why did he understand this truth now?

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night.

Chu Qing came back with a pack of bought seafood and vegetables.

Jing Huan boiled a pot of eight-treasure porridge in the kitchen.

Chu Qing entered the door with a smile on his face: "It smells so good."

The porridge cooked by Jing Huan still tastes so sweet.

He put the dishes on the table, walked into the kitchen and hugged his waist from behind: "Huanhuan."

His voice was still as nasal as before, hoarse and deep.

It's just that Jing Huan didn't feel the way he did before, and he opened the distance between them without a trace: "I'm cooking, can't you just stop when you come back?"

Seeing that he was holding a 304 stainless steel basin in his hand, Chu Qing smiled and let him go: "Yes."

Jing Huan glanced at him: "What did you bring back?"

"Oh, I bought salmon and oysters. Tonight, let's eat seafood." Chu Qing walked to the restaurant and brought everything in.

The bag was full, and Jing Huan glanced at it: "You cook the seafood, I have a backache today."

Chu Qing leaned over again, grinning: "We haven't exercised for a few days, Huanhuan, does your waist hurt as much as I think?"

Jing Huan glanced at him helplessly: "You think so."

After finishing speaking, he handed the basin in his hand to Chu Qing: "Chef Chu, let's see your performance tonight."

Go out after speaking.

Chu Qing raised her eyebrows, Jing Huan felt different tonight, it seemed that the old Jing Huan had returned.

It is still so natural to ask him to do things.

He remembered that before, when Jing Huan was sick, she would yell at him in the middle of the night and ask him to boil water for him.

At that time, he was so sleepy in the middle of the night that he finally compromised and gave him a bowl of water.

Later, Jing Huan felt sorry for him, and gradually took over the housework and everything else by himself, and the opportunities for him to intervene became less and less, and gradually he almost stopped going to the kitchen.

Now, Jing Huan's face giving orders brought him back to the past again.

Chu Qing actually felt that his expression was extremely vivid just now, and he hadn't cooked for a long time.

Tonight, for Jing Huan's mood, he will do it once.

Immediately, he smiled with a good temper; "Of order."

Jing Huan went to the bathroom to wash her hands.

In the kitchen, he has been going back and forth for three or four years.

Already tired and bored.

In the past, he was willing to suffer for one person, but now, there is nothing for him to pay for it, and he doesn't want to continue humiliating himself after stepping in.

Chu Qing's good temper was unexpected to him, and he thought he would bargain to let him cook seafood.

However, he has already figured it out, even if Chu Qing doesn't go to the kitchen, he won't take the seafood and cook it for him.

He went to sit on the sofa.

Picking up the phone, he looked at the familiar number in the address book.

Before that, Lin Yiran persuaded him to receive proper treatment.

I was depressed before and never had the courage to face it.

Now, he has to think about his future life.

Seeing the back of the busy man in the kitchen, he put away the phone, and waited until tomorrow when Chuqing was gone, and found a time to call Lin Yiran alone.