He had a crush on him for 12 years and divorced

It wasn't until the overcoat in his hand was taken to shake off the snow and wrap it around his body that Ren Zhaoyuan felt a little real.

Tan Zheng's face was extremely ugly, and he cooperated with the movement of clenching his coat tightly, as if he was about to hit someone.

Ren Zhaoyuan felt a little guilty for no reason, and blinked: "You shouldn't..."

Tan Zheng frowned and patted the snow off his hair, and it took him a long time before he said in a deep voice, "The ticket has been changed."

They only started one topic during the day, Tan Zheng was sensitive to Ren Zhaoyuan's emotions, and didn't even have time to react at that time, but when Ren Zhaoyuan threw some unusual questions, he subconsciously felt that he had to speak.

The timing was not considered, nor was the follow-up considered.

But now that it has been said, it is necessary to make it clear.

All of Ren Zhaoyuan's rejection methods were within his expectations, Tan Zheng was not afraid of being rejected, but Ren Zhaoyuan felt that the phrase "love" was casual.

After coming here, I realized that tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and Ren Zhaoyuan should go back to spend the New Year with his family.

But he was reluctant to leave.

Such a time is too rare for him.

With a reason and a status, the opportunity to stay in the downstairs of Ren Zhaoyuan in an upright manner has never happened before, and it may not happen in the future.

When the night fell and the snow fell heavily, Tan Zheng stood under the street lamp and looked up quietly at the building that had never been lit.

He loves snow, especially at night when it snows.

The street lights were more yellow than now, and the snow was heavier than now. Ren Zhaoyuan stepped on the messy and dirty ground in the warm light, walked up to him step by step, squatted down and said, "It's all right."

Since then, every snowy night is worth remembering.

Every piece of snow is Ren Zhaoyuan.

From the corner of the eye, when he saw Ren Zhaoyuan approaching step by step, Tan Zheng thought for a few tenths of a second that he was hallucinating, and then his heart tightened.

Ren Zhaoyuan walked slowly but steadily, his high-end suit outlined his superior figure, and his shoulders and back were naturally kept straight.

But Tan Zheng felt a sense of loneliness and burnout emanating from the inside out.

The more decent and normal the behavior he showed, the more sad Tan Zheng felt.

The falling snow infected Ren Zhaoyuan's hair and shoulders, as if he did not belong to this world at a certain moment.

If possible, Tan Zheng would like to replace this coat that tightly wraps Ren Zhaoyuan.

He finally understands why sometimes people get scolded by those close to him when he gets hurt, and he complains as much as he feels distressed.

Why don't you always know how to cherish yourself?Why do you endure the obvious stomachache?Why drink when you know you can't drink?Knowing that being exposed to the cold will make stomach problems worse, why don't you take a car or even hold a coat in your hand and don't wear it?

Why do you let yourself suffer from the pain that is clearly avoidable?

A lot of why, and it seems that there is no need to ask why.

Ren Zhaoyuan was going to Zhao Yuanqing's appointment. The last time he had a particularly strong reaction because he heard about Zhao Yuanqing, this time it was because it was self-evident.

Tan Zheng has always known about Ren Zhaoyuan's love for Zhao Yuanqing, and has accepted it for ten years.

It is Ren Zhaoyuan's freedom to love whoever he loves, and no one has the right to comment.

But Tan Zheng looked at Ren Zhaoyuan raised his face slightly and blinked at himself, his snow-stained eyelashes fluttered slowly, making him feel that Ren Zhaoyuan was relying on and trusting Ren Zhaoyuan very fragilely at this moment.

Suddenly, he lost his sense of proportion, raised his hand to cover his cold and red ears, and pushed away the white eyelashes with his thumb: "Is that why you can't let him go?"

"No matter what he's done, he'll always have the ability to make you sad, won't he?"

Ren Zhaoyuan said, "No."

Tan Zheng was startled suddenly.

"If you think it is, then it is."

Tan Zheng understood the tongue-twister-like words.

He didn't question any of Ren Zhaoyuan's words.

"I know it's not," Tan Zheng said, "It's a bit of a surprise, I don't believe you."

Tan Zheng spoke too seriously.

This time it was Ren Zhaoyuan who was stunned.

He has always hated explaining things repeatedly, and he will take the initiative to answer questions and resolve misunderstandings.But once he made it clear, he still had to face aggressive doubts, and he felt tired.

There is really no need.

The more experience Ren Zhaoyuan has, the more he feels that explaining the confession to someone who has already confirmed one thing is meaningless except to consume himself.

But he didn't even make it clear.

Tan Zheng had to go back and explain that he didn't believe him.

Ren Zhaoyuan belatedly avoided the scorching temperature on the side of his face: "Why are you waiting here and not calling me?"

"It's okay, I suddenly wanted to come here and try my luck." Tan Zheng stepped back a little, unwilling to let him stay in the ice and snow any longer, "Go back quickly, remember to take medicine if you feel uncomfortable, I'll go to the airport."

"How long did it change?"

"One forty-five in the morning."

After asking which airport it was, Ren Zhaoyuan looked at the time.

It's just eight o'clock now, even if there is snow on the road and the speed is slow, the departure time at 11:30 is enough.

Ren Zhaoyuan held the front of the coat by himself, and asked, "Come in and have a seat?"

Tan Zheng couldn't recover until the door closed behind him.

He was... taken home by Ren Zhaoyuan?

"You don't need to change your shoes, just sit down."

The layout of the first floor is simple and spacious, and you can see the whole thing by looking up.

The living room is connected to the cloakroom, kitchen, dining room, study, lounge and bathroom. Except for the door of the bathroom, the other rooms are wide open.

Everywhere is neat, with all the necessities, and the decorations and murals are exquisite and expensive.

Just not alive.

It seems that people rarely stay on this floor for a long time.

Ren Zhaoyuan's suit was soaked in snow, and he went to the cloakroom to change into a set of casual home clothes. When he came out, Tan Zheng was still standing in the entrance.

"I have a set of home clothes that I haven't worn. I hung it outside. You can change this suit after drying it and change it when you leave."

"Okay," Tan Zheng moved a little, and then stopped, "The shoes are not clean, can I go barefoot?"

It was snowing heavily outside, and he stepped on the wooden floor all the way in and got water stains, but it was not appropriate to take off his shoes rashly, so Tan Zheng could only stand where he was and ask Ren Zhaoyuan.

At this time, he was no longer the same as when he was outside, he was even a bit cautious and at a loss, he was silent, only waiting for Ren Zhaoyuan to nod or shake his head, a command would make a movement.

Ren Zhaoyuan has always paid attention to the sense of boundaries when interacting with people. He has many rules and regulations in his heart. It is unbelievable to let Tan Zheng come in on his own initiative. Now he looked at it and said for no reason: "I still have a pair of slippers, but I have worn them several times. , if you don't mind..."

"I don't mind." Tan Zheng said immediately.

"Hold on."

Ren Zhaoyuan went upstairs to the corner to bring a pair of house slippers, and when he bent down to put them down, Tan Zheng gave way half a step to the side.

When changing shoes, Ren Zhaoyuan put one hand in his trousers pocket and leaned against the wall to watch. Tan Zheng almost got into a fight with his feet, but fortunately, after many years of staying calm and supporting him, his behavior did not show any abnormalities.

It was only after entering the cloakroom that Tan Zheng realized that there was something wrong with it. The viewing area behind the corner was already as large as his living room.

The set of home clothes that Ren Zhaoyuan mentioned was hung in a conspicuous place. It was a very simple style, and it was ivory white that Tan Zheng seldom wore.

Tan Zheng couldn't help but leaned closer to the clothes and smelled them lightly and deeply.

Ren Zhaoyuan's aura is everywhere here.

Rosewood, iris, and the warmth and coolness that belong to Ren Zhaoyuan alone.

Like not having any aggressiveness, but also like a high wall with its own weapons.

Ren Zhaoyuan put the changed suits on hangers one by one, and hung them up to dry at low temperature.

Tan Zheng's eyes followed Ren Zhaoyuan's hand closely, and his Adam's apple rolled one after another, as if every movement he made was not fiddling with the suit, but focused on the tip of his heart.

"what happened?"

"Ah, no," Tan Zheng turned his face to the side and turned back, "I was thinking, um, should I also hang the coat in?"

"The wool content is too high for this."

Tan Zheng nodded, his stomach groaned before he could speak.

Ren Zhaoyuan smiled lightly: "It's because I didn't think carefully, I'll go and see what there is to eat."

It was nothing but a rumbling stomach, but when Ren Zhaoyuan smiled, Tan Zheng's ears burned red from embarrassment.

Usually, the housekeeping aunt comes over twice a week to clean the downstairs and put some fresh ingredients in the refrigerator that have completed most of the procedures. Steam it in water or put it in the microwave for a few minutes.

But this week at the end of the year, knowing that Ren Zhaoyuan was not around often, he took it away and didn't put it away. There was only some wine in the fresh-keeping layer.Ren Zhaoyuan had no choice but to give up, and opened the freezer to find a few bags of wontons.

"Shrimp wonton, do you want to eat?"

Turning around and noticing Tan Zheng's expression was slightly condensed, Ren Zhaoyuan said, "If you don't like food, there are other things. Come and have a look?"

Tan Zheng said to eat, took it over and said that he would make it, and asked Ren Zhaoyuan whether he wanted to eat net wonton or wonton noodles, then he couldn't help but looked at the fresh-keeping layer of the refrigerator and said: "Your stomach is not healthy yet, can you not eat it?" Have you been drinking?"

Ren Zhaoyuan looked at the refrigerator and Tan Zheng, and smiled half unexpectedly and half helplessly: "Yes, I won't drink."

He agreed so simply, that Tan Zheng's uneasiness from speaking too directly dissipated, and added: "You can't drink iced water."

"it is good."

"Does your stomach still hurt? Do you want to take some medicine first? The temperature of the water should be fine. You can drink a little."

"It doesn't hurt too much, I'll eat after dinner," Ren Zhaoyuan answered one by one and went to pick up the water glass, "Hurry up and cook, Mr. Tan, my stomach is about to growl."

The two made up a meal with two bowls of wonton noodles. They ate their own food without talking too much. After the meal, Tan Zheng went to wash the dishes, and Ren Zhaoyuan asked him to put them in the dishwasher. Tan Zheng had already put the dishes and chopsticks under the water. : "It's a matter of convenience."

When he sat down again, Ren Zhaoyuan made Tan Zheng a glass of mint water, and said seriously, "Tan Zheng, let's chat."

Tan Zheng nodded unsurprisingly, and held the glass in his hand: "If you want to ask anything, you can ask it no matter what it is."

"You..." Ren Zhaoyuan paused, and continued, "Just because you like me, doesn't mean you are inferior to me. I do have some things I want to ask, but you don't have to say it."

Tan Zheng nodded in agreement.

"For the sake of fairness," Ren Zhaoyuan said, "I ask you a question, and you can ask me one. Similarly, I don't have to answer."

"Okay," Tan Zheng looked up into his eyes, "You ask first."

"I want to apologize to you first..."

"No," Tan Zheng said during Ren Zhaoyuan's brief pause, "No matter what happens, you don't need to apologize to me, really."

Ren Zhaoyuan lowered his eyes, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the document he had received in the afternoon, then turned around and put it on Tan Zheng's side.

"I'm sorry for probing your privacy through some channels. I want to know whether these are coincidences or intentional."

What is displayed on the phone is some of Tan Zheng's flight information in recent years, compared with some of Ren Zhaoyuan's flight information.

The destination coincides, and the time is after Ren Zhaoyuan.

Short days, long months.

Continue to slide down, and compare the hotel check-in information. Most of them are in the same hotel as Ren Zhaoyuan, and the room numbers are mostly the same. They are basically in adjacent rooms at the same time, and the time is also after Ren Zhaoyuan left.

Zhao Yuanqing mentioned all kinds of evidence he found in words, and even blurted out that Tan Zheng had had contact with Ren Zhaoyuan long ago beyond the normal relationship.

Ren Zhaoyuan was too lazy to argue, but he paid attention, and then called Zheng He to ask him for help.

Zheng He's private detectives are the best at these things. Yao Qiming and Tong Zhou asked Tan Zheng to check before, but they only checked his family background, entrepreneurial history and relationship history, and finally gave them four words, clear and clear.

This time, Ren Zhaoyuan said what he wanted to investigate, and Zheng He's document was sent over not long after, and he gave four more words, which were hidden.

Tan Zheng pressed his fingertips on the screen of the phone so hard that his blood was gone.

He guessed what happened, but he never expected that Ren Zhaoyuan knew about it.

It was as if all the ulterior, desperately covered things were suddenly breached and forced to spread out in the scorching sun.

He stole Ren Zhaoyuan's pen, searched for Ren Zhaoyuan's books at the second-hand bookstore, observed him when he didn't know, approached him with a strange identity and familiar essence, used lies and deceit to win his trust, and ate what he had eaten. things, live in the room he lived in, go where he has been..

To put it bluntly, he should be scolded as a pervert.

Can Ren Zhaoyuan really fail to see that this was done on purpose?

No.

He just wanted to tell himself that he knew these things.

Just enough.

Tan Zheng swallowed heavily several times, closed his eyes: "I'm sorry, I..."

Tan Zheng didn't know how to explain.

He is indisputable.

All this was revealed so suddenly that he was completely drained of the strength to look directly at Ren Zhaoyuan.

With his elbows resting on his knees and still unable to hold back, Tan Zheng clasped his fingers tightly, lowered his head, and it took a long time before he spoke in a hoarse voice as if giving up on himself.

"It's not a coincidence.."

"Ren Zhaoyuan..."

"I have loved you for many years."

The author says:

The column to be published "He Wants to Break Up with Me" is for collection——

Copywriter:

When Song Zhe and I met Thirteen, he snatched other people's things and was chased away. He was not tall and had a bad stomach, so he stuffed him into my arms halfway.

When we were together, 23, the malnourished man grew into a tall and handsome guy. He wiped his sweat with his oiled sleeves, smiled and said, "Brother Heng, I will repair the car and support you."

We are 33 this year, and Song Zhe was drunk in the booth, pouring out bitter water with a few brothers, muttering that life is boring and wants to break up.

Kill, person, commit, law.

I tm want to kill, kill, him.

Poison tongue attack ruffian shou, 1v1, HE;

Attack Angle No.1;

A short story of tens of thousands of words with a splash of water after a long time;

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