I'm finally divorced

The two of them found a quiet place on the island and planned to live there for a while, and then went back when the weather in Qinghe was warmer.

Shang Lian asked Lu Jinyan: "Will Jing Si blame me for stealing his father?"

"No, he has been independent since he was a child, and his thinking is fine."

Moreover, Lu Jinyan was strict with him since he was a child, so Lu Jingbao would not rely on him. He never went home when he was busy with work, and most of the time he put Lu Jingbao by Xin Ran's side.

"Then you are saying that there is something wrong with my thinking?" Shang Lian frowned.

Lu Jinyan paused, and was about to speak when Shang Lian interrupted: "What do you mean by not speaking? Is it the default?"

"speak politely."

Shang Lian didn't speak, smashed the cup on the table and got up to leave, but Lu Jinyan stopped him and told him to come back, but Shang Lian ignored him and left his sight.

His face changed as soon as he said it, and he was even more unstable than the weather.

Shang Lian sat in a shop in the small town and ordered a glass of iced drink. Someone came over and asked him if he would like to play at the beach together at night. Shang Lian said something in Russian, but those people didn’t understand it, so they left wisely. .

Soon Lu Jinyan found him, and just as he was about to go there, a tall woman walked towards him, and she yelled in surprise, "Mr. Lu, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Lu Jinyan glanced at Shanglian, but luckily he was still sitting there.

"Are you playing here? And..."

"my wife."

The woman nodded knowingly, and said with a smile, "Then I won't bother you."

Shang Lian's eyes fell on that woman, and he felt a little uncomfortable when he thought of Lu Jinyan's calm conversation with her just now.

Seeing that he was about to smash something again, Lu Jinyan grabbed his wrist and said in a low voice, "Don't make me angry."

He has always had a bad habit of smashing things when things go wrong, whether it was before or now.

Fearing that he would suddenly lose control of his emotions outside, Lu Jinyan took him away. After returning, Shang Lian took the medicine by himself and sat on the tatami to read a book quietly.

Coaxing him will only make him gain an inch, and not coaxing him will make him think wildly.

Lu Jinyan couldn't watch him sitting alone in a small corner, so he hugged him gently, "Lianlian, talk."

Shang Lian put down the book and asked three questions in a row: "Who is that woman? Why do you want to see her? She is prettier than me?"

"A friend." He squeezed Shanglian's chin, "I've been looking at you, you're the prettiest."

"I remember you said you like women, so do you feel accommodating when you're with me?"

"Do you remember anything else?"

"I do not remember."

"You remembered wrong."

Shang Lian raised his eyes suspiciously, "Really?"

Lu Jinyan kissed the end of his eyes, "Yes, I like Shanglian."

Shang Lian nestled in his arms and didn't ask him any more weird questions, but picked up the book again.

It was a book of Russian poetry.

"I miss telling you."

"Well, I'm listening."

In the evening, Lu Jinyan made a phone call with Song Qingzhou. Now he and Xie Xun went to play on the snow mountain again, and it might take a while before they go back.

The sound of the door opening behind him sounded, and Lu Jinyan turned his head subconsciously, only to see that Shang Lian was wearing a shirt that didn't fit his figure after taking a shower, and his white legs were slender and straight.

"Uncle Lu? Uncle Lu?"

Song Qingzhou called him twice on the phone, he came back to his senses, and told Song Qingzhou to be careful when playing in the snow mountain, Song Qingzhou quickly responded: "We will be careful, I hope Uncle Lu and Mr. Shang have fun. "

Lu Jinyan hung up the phone.

"What happened tonight?"

"We have been for a long time..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Jinyan pinched his waist as if punishing him.

"Ok?"

Shang Lian was suddenly speechless, shook his head, wanted to stay away from him, but was carried back again.

**

"It's easier than taking care of a sick child."

The quilt that Shang Lian was holding was torn apart by Lu Jinyan, his face looked a little pale because of his illness, and he weakly argued: "I'll save trouble, too."

He caught a cold two days ago, he didn't want to go to the hospital or take medicine, so he just huddled under the blanket and didn't allow Lu Jinyan to leave.

"But don't worry." Lu Jinyan hugged him in his arms, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"A little."

"Take your medicine."

The medicine was fed in, and Shang Lian wanted to vomit it out. Lu Jinyan lifted his chin, looked at him seriously, and said, "If you can't take the medicine, go to the hospital for an injection."

Shang Lian held the cup and took a sip of hot water, then nestled into his arms.

"No, it's almost ready."

Because he was covered under the blanket, his golden hair was a little wet and stuck to his ears.

Lu Jinyan wrapped his hair behind his ears, and pinched his earlobe twice.

"Go back to Qinghe in a few days, it's not suitable for you to come out to play now."

After a long while, Shang Lian said, "Qinghe is so cold."

"The Chinese New Year is coming, and the weather has started to warm up."

"New Year's Eve?"

He looked up at Lu Jinyan, blinked, and asked, "Any New Year gifts?"

"I'm giving you New Year's presents every year."

Shang Lian said he didn't remember and asked for a new gift.

"Don't remember again?" Lu Jinyan looked at him deeply.

He nodded.

His psychiatrist said that his illness was more complicated. He not only suffered from depression, but also suffered from selective amnesia. Every time he asked Shang Lian about the past, he always subconsciously said that he did not remember, whether it was a good memory or a memory. Bad memory, he said he forgot.

Lu Jinyan didn't know if it was true or not, and he didn't want to inquire into it. Maybe Shang even remembered some things, but subconsciously used the phrase 'I don't remember' to protect himself.

"Remember something you think is worth remembering."

Shang Lian looked into his eyes, couldn't help lowering his eyes, and then nodded.

"I will always be by your side, but I still hope that your illness can be stabilized, because only in this way will our time together be long."

Shang Lian asked: "What will happen if it gets better? Will you really leave?"

"No." Lu Jinyan kissed him on the cheek, "If it's really not good, I should be by your side."

His kiss was about to fall on his lips, but Shang Lian avoided it and said, "It will be contagious to you."

"So take your medicine well. No one will take care of you when I'm sick."

Shang Lian nodded again.

When the two returned to Qinghe, there were still two days before the Chinese New Year. Shang Lian diligently arranged the house, but it didn't look so deserted. There were things to pass the time, and Shang Lian didn't think about it wildly, and his condition was considered stable.

Seeing Shang Lian putting up window grilles, Lu Jingbo asked him if he could help, and then he received a cold look from Lu Jinyan.

Shang Lian turned his head and said, "Yes, you can help me..."

"Clean the third floor." Lu Jinyan said.

Lu Jingbo: "..." He was more or less redundant.

Shang Lian watched Lu Jingbo go upstairs, then turned to Lu Jinyan and said, "You are so strict with him."

"Is it?"

"Well, for Xing Xing, it's different from Jing Bang."

"That's because he is my son. I have placed high hopes on him since I was a child, and Xing Xing, he doesn't have so many responsibilities. He only needs to be happy and healthy, and so are you."

Shang Lian will probably never understand a father's mind, and he doesn't ask why, but just said a little jealously: "Why am I incidental? I want to be different from Xing Xing."

"It's different, you are more difficult to raise."

"I won't tell you anymore." After finishing speaking, he continued to paste his window grilles.

On the morning of the Chinese New Year, Shang Lian lay beside the bed and said, "Mr. Lu, Happy New Year, get up and give me a present."

At that moment, he seemed to see the 20-year-old Shang Lian who was still alive and kicking.