ex boyfriend's wedding

The most reassuring moment is this moment - "Meet Again"

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"I can't wait for the next eight years." After a long time, he said in a very depressed voice.

But just a few words made Wen Lu's heart tighten.

Can't tell what it tastes like.

Wen Lu seemed a little dazed, and a little afraid to face the word.

Eight years.

What are they doing for the next eight years.

The next eight years...

Mentioning these two words, Wen Lu realized that he didn't have the courage to imagine.

"If this continues, I don't know when it will be the end." Shen Zaitu stared at him, his eyes were full of love for the person in front of him, but his tone was filled with sadness about things being different: "Jujuan... ··”

The irritable thoughts entangled in my heart went back and forth, but now I have no courage at all.

Cowardly because of love.

At this time, Shen Zaitu finally understood these four words.

Because of love, he was very brave eight years ago.

Eight years later, he was even more timid about this fragile relationship.

The atmosphere in the living room was slightly depressing, neither of them spoke.

"I," after a long time, Wen Lu opened his mouth and made a weak voice.

He understood in his heart what Shen Zaitu was talking about, but now he was not good at expressing it.

It seems that in front of this person, his tongue has always been so clumsy.

For this, Wen Lu even felt a little annoyed, biting his lower lip, and the plot in the movie just now flashed out of place in his mind.

He likes Sander as a character.

Because Sander was so brave, he entered through the window late at night, and finally got his lover.

I envy others' bravery in pursuing love, but a cowardice of self-loathing arises in my heart.He didn't want them to linger like this all the time, he didn't want to live such a cautious life, and he didn't want to feel that the world was far away when they were close at hand.

They used to be able to talk about everything, they were so happy before, they were so happy before.

Before, before, why always before.

Why are they always entangled in the past.

Wen Lu closed his eyes, and the hand holding his heart seemed to be loose, and he almost said the following words indiscriminately: "Shen Zaitu, I, I like you, even more than I imagined. , I hate us now..."

When Wen Lu thought about that day afterwards, he felt that it was the bravest day he had in the past 20 years.

No, probably the bravest time in his life.

Of course, he was very unpromising, and he said that tears started to fall like beads with a broken thread.

Many years later, Wen Lu recalled that from that day on, the boulder that had weighed on his heart for eight years disappeared suddenly, and his whole body was light.

However, in someone's eyes, it was the ugliest day in his life.

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When he woke up the next day, Wen Lu felt that he couldn't open his eyes. Judging from his previous experience, it was probably swollen.

Stretching out his hand to rub his eyes, he found that it was still dark outside the window, so he closed his eyes again, and suddenly, his eyes opened.

Blinking, she looked around the strange room, and looked down at the quilt covering her body.

In an instant, the memory of last night rushed to his face.

Wen Lu blushed suddenly, and pulled the quilt to cover his face, covering half of it, a lazy voice came from beside his ear: "What are you covering, I've seen you look ugly before."

Wen Lu paused, and stared at someone angrily, venting his dissatisfaction in his swollen eyes.

Shen Zaitu didn't take it seriously, he woke up before Wen Lu, but wanted to see more of the people lying beside him, to make up for those eight years, so he didn't take any action, but he didn't expect that the people at 25 were still the same as before. Generally,.

"Who told you not to stop me." Wen Lu finally recovered his voice.

Shen Zaitu raised his eyebrows lazily, and said in a doting tone, "I want to see how long you can cry."

In fact, Wen Lu really could cry a lot. Last night, Shen Zaitu was worried that he would be dehydrated, and finally fell asleep in his arms, his fingers still tightly clutching his clothes, so he hugged him into the in the guest room.

Thinking of how embarrassing he was last night, Wen Lu regretted it, and retorted in a low voice: "Actually, I don't cry much now."

As soon as the words finished, a big hand stretched out to stop his waist, and then Wen Lu felt his burning chest and rapid heartbeat, Wen Lu twisted slightly: "Shen."

"Hush, don't talk." Shen Zaitu interrupted him softly, his arms tightened slightly, as if he was holding a treasure: "It's still early, let me hold you for a while."

His tone was so heavy that it made him breathless.

Perhaps because it was too close to his heart, Wen Lu seemed to have seen how he spent the long dark night alone in the past eight years. Every time he woke up in the middle of the night, he stretched out his hand, but felt a piece of cold quilt. When he realized it, I couldn't sleep anymore, so I could only watch the loneliness of the dark night and wait for the dawn silently.

Thinking of this, Wen Lu's nose ached, his fingers slowly grabbed his clothes, but his weak movement made the hands on his waist tighten again.

For a moment, Wen Lu felt that Shen Zaitu could also feel his heart.

Because he was just like him.

In the dream, in the night, in the early morning, keep pursuing.

Pursue the person who repeatedly appears in the dream.

The two cuddled tightly together, feeling each other's presence, heartbeat, and body temperature.

"Juanjuan." A deep voice came from above his head.

"Ah."

"Wen Lu." He called his name.

"I'm here."

"Wen Juanjuan, Juanjuan..." Shen Zaitu murmured his name, as if checking over and over again whether the person in his arms really existed.

Finally, he got impatient with calling Wen Lu, and used his temper: "Shen Fugui."

With a familiar tone, Shen Zaitu snorted, lowered his head and kissed the fluffy hair, and said softly, "I see, it's you."

The most reassuring moment is at this moment.

People who love each other don't need to say a lot, they can know what the other person is thinking with just one look and one movement.

Wen Lu feels that this is how he and Shen Zaitu are now.

The absence of eight years is a pity, but it also makes them cherish the present even more.

On this day, Shen Zaitu went home after Mengmeng, and Wen Lu was cooking in the kitchen when he heard voices from the living room.

"Uncle Shen, today the teacher asked me, are you my father? Asked where my mother went, she said we are very similar."

"Oh, come on, let me see, how do I look like Mengmeng, um... not at all, but next time the teacher asks you, just say I'm you, mom." Shen Resigned to fate on the way.

"Hahahaha." Mengmeng laughed and trembled.

Hearing the conversation between the two in the living room, Wen Lu frowned, thinking to himself what is this teaching Mengmeng, shook his head, and suddenly moved his hands.

It seemed to him that Wen Lu just remembered that he hadn't told Shen Zaitu about Mengmeng's identity.

Really are········

It's all because there are too many things these days, which made him forget.

And he is also looking for an opportunity.

However, now there is a... A faint smile curled up on the corner of Wen Lu's mouth.

After dinner, Wen Lu coaxed Mengmeng to sleep, then quietly walked out of the guest room, and just as he closed the door, someone grabbed her hand.

"Asleep?" Shen Zaitu had just come out of the shower, with drops of water still hanging from his forehead, Wen Lu nodded: "After coaxing for a while, I'm afraid I ate too much at night, I couldn't fall asleep at first."

"Next time, she will eat less at night." Shen Zaitu said.

"Ah."

The two stood at the door.

"That you."

"I have something to do with you."

With the same voice, Wen Lu smiled lightly: "You talk first."

"That." Shen Zaitu asked the following sentence a little awkwardly, "... that is, where do you sleep tonight?"

Although he and Wen Lu had reconciled, apart from being as close as last time, there was no further relationship.

Uh...Wen Lu was stunned for a moment, blinked, his cheeks were a little hot, but he hadn't forgotten the important thing, he gently held Shen Zaitu's hand, and said, "I have something to tell you."

Shen Zaitu was silent, this was a question for him, and he didn't get an answer after asking, so is there any difference between asking him to speak first and then speak later?

But no matter how upset he was at this time, he could only vent it in his heart, and then sat quietly on the side, listening to Wen Lu talk about things.

However, Shen Zaitu looked at the person who was not moving in front of him: "What do you want to say to me?"

Standing in front of him, Wen Lu took a deep breath, lowered his eyelids, and...

One by one, he unbuttoned his clothes.

The room was a bit cold, Shen Zaitu was going to turn on the air conditioner, but he was stopped when he got up: "Wait a minute."

Wen Lu bit his lip, clutched his clothes with his fingers, and looked at him.

Shen Zaitu felt something was wrong: "What's the matter?"

"Me." Wen Lu pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were a little vacillating, with worries and fears in his eyes: "Actually, I'm not married."

Probably because he understood the intuition given by Wen Lu too well, Shen Zaitu sat at a loss for a few seconds before slowly sitting down again.

Wen Lu swallowed his saliva, took his hand, the palm was big, thick and warm, and slowly placed it on his abdomen.

The flesh is very delicate, but if you feel it carefully, there is a shallow, not very obvious, scar.

"At that time, I didn't understand why." Wen Lu's hands were shaking, and he was afraid in his heart. He was afraid that the person in front of him would... But sooner or later, he would find that the scars couldn't be hidden: "Dream It is from this place that I dreamed of her." The voice behind her was too small, like the moaning of mosquitoes.

The words were endless, Shen Zaitu heard behind him, and then... almost at that moment, about two or three seconds, his unbelievable gaze moved to Wen Lu's stomach, which is where his hands touched.

It's impossible not to be shocked, but I really have to describe it.

Shen Zaitu could only say that there was indeed a brief blank in his mind.

Wen Lu is not married.

Meng Meng is Wen Lu's daughter.

So Mengmeng is his daughter.

It means that Wen Lu is him, no, Mengmeng was born by Wen Lu alone.

During those eight years, Wen Lu spent these eight years alone.

I took my daughter for eight years.

Wrong, he is still in college.

A second-rate university, the diploma is only undergraduate.

And just graduated less than a year.

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At that moment, too many things swept over him at the same time, making him breathless.

"Shen." As soon as Wen Lu said, the person in front of him suddenly stood up, Wen Lu was startled, and stared at him blankly, there seemed to be a storm in those bright eyes.

"Wen Lu." Shen Zaitu finally spoke out, his voice hoarse, and he said, "Let me be quiet."