He had a crush on him for 12 years and divorced

When Ren Zhaoyuan was very young, he knew that his parents were people who made contributions to the country. Since he first wrote an essay with the title "My Parents", his parents have always been his goals and idols.

Grandma kept telling him that mom and dad couldn't stay by his side because of great things they did, but they were the people who loved him the most in this world.

Ren Zhaoyuan firmly believed.

When he was a child, some classmates called him a wild child with no parents and an orphan, saying that his parents didn't want him to run away. Although he was angry and sad, he never doubted it.

Because he has seen the letters between his parents with his own eyes, and there are still several boxes of numerical books in his grandma's house that are no different from astronomy to him.

He wants to make his parents who don't know where they are far away proud.

This belief has supported him year after year, and it has become his only spiritual sustenance in the shock of his grandmother's death and moving away from his uncle's house-there are still parents who love him in this world, and he has a family.

So Mingming became fascinated when he came into contact with jewelry design inadvertently, but he still asked himself to take the college entrance examination according to the rules and choose a major that he thought would make his parents happy.

Because uncles and aunts think that the "shortcut" to study art is not down-to-earth, it is not a "good" major, and it will be difficult to find a job in the future.

Ren Zhaoyuan thought at the time that his parents' thinking would only be closer to that of his uncle and aunt, especially when he heard his uncle chatting with his aunt by chance and said that if his parents knew, they would definitely think the same way.

He has always regarded his parents as the benchmark of hard work, the direction of running, and the heat source of snuggling.

How much healing has been brought about by years of imagination, and how hard it has fallen when it fails and is hit.

His world collapsed in the snow brought by his parents.

"It seems that every time bad things happen when it snows, they accumulate one by one, and then I hate snow."

Half of Tan Zheng's body was stuck to his back, and his arms were firmly around him. Mingming was so much younger than him, but at this time he was extremely stable and reliable.

It seems that the bent arms and chest are enough to bear all the unbearable past.

Tan Zheng's confession came out of the blue without warning, but Ren Zhaoyuan could understand it.

He was saying, without knowing exactly what happened, regardless of other people, "I love you."

So even if he was unfamiliar, Ren Zhaoyuan leaned on Tan Zheng and told him little by little what had happened many years later.

Later, Tan Zheng said that it would have been nice if they hadn't met when it was snowing, and Ren Zhaoyuan said it was okay.

"At least let me know that in the past thirty years, good things have happened on snowy days."

The fresh fragrance of grass leaves and the light smell of the soil embrace each other, and the two chatting softly cuddle up to each other.

The sun shines down from Ren Zhaoyuan's side, and casts indistinguishable shadows on Tan Zheng's other side.

The azure blue sky is vast, and the rich white clouds slowly change shape and float across the valley.

When the wind blows, it is very light and light.

"Grandma used to pack shepherd's purse and stuffing for you?"

"Sometimes it's pork with shepherd's purse, sometimes it's egg with shepherd's purse, not necessarily."

"Then let's pack a little of both."

In fact, Ren Zhaoyuan does not have such a heavy sense of ritual.

When I was a child, my grandma would make shepherd's purse dumplings every year on his birthday. Later, when my grandma passed away, I bought them for my own birthday, but the more I ate, the more sad I became, and I didn't want to eat any more.

Then slowly forget it.

I don't know why, but when Tan Zheng asked, he suddenly remembered.

Even if the other party is not enthusiastic about these things that can be done or not, Ren Zhaoyuan will not have any more thoughts.

But Tan Zheng seems to have infinite enthusiasm for his big and small things.

"Are you going to cook?"

Tan Zheng looked at the bamboo basket next to Ren Zhaoyuan and said, "Dig a little more to fill the basket."

"it is good."

"It looks better here."

"Well," Ren Zhaoyuan responded and switched to Tan Zheng's side, "This area is all pretty good."

"It can be planted at home too. I'll ask the boss. If it is possible, I can buy some seeds and plant them on the back balcony."

Ren Zhaoyuan couldn't help laughing when he thought about the rare flowers and plants growing on other people's balconies and the wild vegetables on Tan Zheng's balcony: "No, just come out and dig when you want to eat, and you can relax by the way."

The latter part of the sentence is especially reasonable, Tan Zheng agreed: "If you want to eat, we will come again."

"En." Ren Zhaoyuan's voice fell for a few seconds, and then changed his tone again, "Huh?"

The color of the soil around a shepherd's purse was obviously different. Ren Zhaoyuan shoveled it curiously, and dug out a small box wrapped in plastic film.

Looking back at Tan Zheng's expression, he knew that he buried it here on purpose.

But obviously seeing it, Ren Zhaoyuan still deliberately held it in front of Tan Zheng and showed it to him: "I found a good thing, I don't know who hid it here, you won't forget it?"

"I don't know," Tan Zheng deliberately refused to admit, "Whoever finds it belongs to him."

"No, it's the owner of the villa after all."

Tan Zheng followed up the conversation: "Then I'll buy this place and give it to you, and you will be the boss."

"That—it doesn't matter."

Ren Zhaoyuan smiled and unwrapped the film in circles, revealing the shell box inside.

It opens to a pair of diamond stud earrings.

Ren Zhaoyuan could tell at a glance that the clarity and craftsmanship were of the highest quality.

The hands of both of them were not very clean at the moment, and Tan Zheng took them out and put them on carefully after going back to wash their hands.

The width of the angle is just right, and the two square diamonds fit closely together to form a rectangle.

It didn't look like a coincidence, Ren Zhaoyuan looked in the mirror: "Have you paid special attention to the distance between my ear holes?"

"Just the width of the tip of a little finger."

Ren Zhaoyuan raised his hand to touch it, and met Tan Zheng in the mirror: "I have a heart."

"Should be," Tan Zheng smiled and leaned over to kiss the side of his earring that was wearing earrings, then supported his shoulders and walked out, "Let's go, let's make dumplings."

Because there is still time to make dumplings, I am afraid that it will be too late, so all the ingredients sent here will be processed and just wait for the pot, so there is no rush to clean up.

Tan Zheng handed the cup filled with water to Ren Zhaoyuan, told him to pour it into the basin slowly, and mixed the noodles and water by himself.

When the noodles were gradually connected into large pieces, Ren Zhaoyuan took a break, sitting on a high chair with his elbows on the table and propping his head up to watch Tan Zheng knead the noodles into a smooth dough, and pour sauce into the processed stuffing.

The process of Tan Zheng kneading and dividing small doughs was a bit strange and indescribable. It looked like he was familiar with it, but there was a bit of tension and unnaturalness in his proficiency.

When watching the rolling session, Ren Zhaoyuan joined in and was in charge of wrapping. Several dumplings stood in a row, and Ren Zhaoyuan suddenly smiled.

"what happened?"

"Tan Zheng," Ren Zhaoyuan held the dumpling wrapper in one hand and a spoon for scooping the stuffing in the other, looking at him with a tilted head and a smile, "You didn't just work overtime to practice?"

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The lunch was very rich, with two meat and two vegetarian dishes, two plates of dumplings with different fillings, beef hot pot and shabu-shabu sliced ​​vegetables, plus two fruit plates and a birthday cake.

All the ingredients are from the villa, which are exceptionally high-quality and fresh.

Knowing that the cake was made by Tan Zheng himself, Ren Zhaoyuan ate an extra piece. He already ate a lot, but after eating half a glass of water, he immediately felt a little full.

"The cake is left over. If you like it, I will make it for you in the future. Why eat so much?" Tan Zheng took him for a walk slowly, "Eat less and eat more to nourish the stomach. Eating to support the stomach is too burdensome."

Ren Zhaoyuan walked along and listened to him, the more he listened, the more he wanted to laugh.

It's like a little monk chasing you while chasing scriptures while shaking his head.

Tan Zheng took him to the back of the mountain to fly a kite after he digested it and didn't feel that it was enough.

There are already many floating in the sky, and there is a big red goldfish in the shape of a tube, with a round mouth that looks bigger than Ren Zhaoyuan's head.

After Ren Zhaoyuan put on the non-slip gloves, he took the huge golden butterfly from Tan Zheng's hand, only to find out that it was specially made, with the pattern of ginkgo leaves.

"Stand at the air outlet, and let out a line of more than ten meters first."

Ren Zhaoyuan refused to guide: "I let the kite go, you take another one, together."

Tan Zheng took another one, but he didn't put it away in a hurry.

This kind of kite is easy to deflect and is not easy to fly.After a while, he really received Ren Zhaoyuan's look asking for help, Tan Zheng smiled lightly, and first flew the kite with him.

How many years have not flown a kite.

Childish things are not childish when they are accompanied by others, and they are still very interesting.

As the kite flew higher and higher, Ren Zhaoyuan raised his head to watch, and suddenly saw a silver light flashing in mid-air as if delusional, but he couldn't see it if he wanted to look carefully.

It wasn't until the little thing reflecting sunlight appeared in sight again that Ren Zhaoyuan was sure that he had read it correctly.

A ring went all the way down the kite line, stopped at the very end, and stuck to the finger side of Ren Zhaoyuan's string.

Through a thin layer, it seems that the warmth and coolness of the spring day can be touched.

Ren Zhaoyuan subconsciously wanted to let go and run away: "Tan Zheng, you..."

"It's a living ring," Tan Zheng took the ring off the kite string, "It's a couple ring, you should only wear it for fun."

The gloves were gently taken off, and the ring was put on the root of the left middle finger. Ren Zhaoyuan relaxed, raised his hand to look, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Tan Zheng's left hand which was put on at some point.

on the ring finger.

The author says:

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