The Actor Wants to Divorce

He sat on the bed for a long time, and then he got out of the bed slowly while supporting his limp body.

The whole house is quiet and unbelievable, and the air seems to be freezing cold.

Standing in place, Fu Ran almost forgot that many years ago, he was also a lively and sound-loving person.

At his birthday party, he would definitely hang out with his friends, friends, and friends into the middle of the night, and then hurry home on Lin Yang's urging phone.

Lin Yang will prepare a bowl of longevity noodles, take a shower, and then he will be able to enjoy the best gift for this birthday.

Only on the day of his birthday, Lin Yang will presumptuously play him in bed.

So Lin Yang often couldn't get up the next day.

The year Lin Yang first left, he raised a cat.

A small wild cat with black hair and blue eyes.

On that rainy day, this little wild cat was snatching a fish bone with a group of adult cats.

He was defeated, and hid under Fu Ran's car with a limping leg and licked his injured paw.

Fu Ran's heart hurts very much. He wondered whether his Xiaoyang would be bullied by other lonely ghosts just like this little wild cat.

Is there anyone to help him, is there a place where he can hide from the rain.

Fu Ran cautiously wanted to hug him home. The wild cat was very vigilant, with blue pupils open, staring straight at him, his whole body exploded and his back trembled violently.

Fu Ran was soaked in the rain, gently coaxing him, and finally carried him out from under the car.

Fu Ran named the cat Sun.

He took care of a cat with the time and energy of taking care of Fu Xiangxi until the sun relaxed his vigilance on him and began to approach him actively. He also rubbed his ankle with his furry head when he was cooking, reminding Fu Ran to give it to him. Feed the dried fish.

However, on a sunny afternoon, the sun ran out of the half-hidden door and never came back.

Sitting on the sofa, Fu Ran's heart was slammed, and it hurt.

Like Xiao Yang, he came suddenly and left more suddenly.

Fu Ran was at a loss, his heart was severely cut open in general uncomfortable.

Later, Fu Xiangxi suggested that Fu Ran raise another one, but Fu Ran refused.

They all walked in front of him, making him uncomfortable and boring.

Fu Ran patted her face and pulled herself back from the muddy memory.

He went to the kitchen to cook himself a bowl of porridge, searched for anti-fever medicine, mixed it with the porridge.

Then went to the vegetable market downstairs.

Aunt Yang, who sells vegetables, smiled as soon as she saw Fu Ran: "Mr. Fu, do you still have spare ribs today? Today's spare ribs are very fresh!"

Fu Ran: "I don't need spare ribs today. I want a chicken and a fish."

Aunt Yang laughed: "Is there a guest at home today?"

Fu Ran shook his head: "No, I will cook Hunan food for my wife today."

Aunt Yang often heard Fu Ran talk about his wife, and couldn't help boasting: "Mr. Fu, you are so caring to your wife."

Fu Ran smiled noncommittal.

Caring?

If he was caring, how could he lose Xiaoyang.

Carrying two large bags of ingredients, he returned to the apartment. Fu Ran put on his apron and went into the kitchen. Like many years ago, he cooked a table of Hunan dishes according to Lin Yang's taste.

He packed the dishes in a thermos box, then turned back to the bedroom, changed a set of clothes, opened the drawer, and Fu Ran carefully took out one of the boxes inside.

There were his and Lin Yang wedding rings inside.

The one belonging to Lin Yang, he asked Feng Jin to quietly bring it to Lin Yang many years ago.

On the inside of the ring, there are abbreviations of his and Lin Yang's names.

Fu Ran stared at the ring, staring deeply at it for a long time, put it on his lips, kissed it gently, and then put it in his ring finger.

After that, he took everything away and left the house just like that.

He went to Fu Xiangxi's university.

Fu Xiangxi was still in class, received a text message from him, and hurried out.

"Dad, why are you here?"

Fu Ran smiled: "I just want to come and have a look."

Fu Xiangxi was puzzled: "Doesn't that uncle accompany you on your birthday?"

Fu Ran: "He has something to do. He will pick me up later."

Fu Xiangxi took Fu Ran to the cafe in the school.

Seeing that his son's face was not so good, he asked: "Why haven't you been a little heard with me lately?"

Fu Xiangxi was bored: "We quarreled."

Fu Ran was stunned for a moment, and said, "It's not a big deal, so hurry up and coax people."

Fu Xiangxi snorted coldly: "I'm not going, it's not me who is wrong."

Fu Ran seemed to see himself in an instant.

For the sake of one who was right and who was wrong, it was only when Xiao Yang died that he regretted it.

Fu Ran pushed the little dessert in front of him to Fu Xiangxi: "There are also right and wrong words in the emotional matter. What kind of feeling is that? Xiaowen is a good boy. Don't give others a chance to come in."

Fu Xiangxi's face paled when she heard this.

Thinking of someone chasing Wen Yingfeng's confession this morning, he stood up in a panic.

"Dad, I'm leaving now."

Fu Ran: "Xiang Xi."

Fu Xiangxi turned his head.

Fu Ran stared at him for a long time, then curled his lips: "Goodbye."

Fu Xiangxi looked at Fu Ran strangely.

After leaving the school, Fu Ran drove the car to the cemetery.

The afterglow of the dusk dyed half of the sky red, and Fu Ran walked into the cemetery with ease, holding a bunch of roses, leading a thermos box and a box of cakes.

He put the rose aside, cleaned Lin Yang's tomb first, and then slowly sat down cross-legged.

"Xiaoyang, I forgot to tell you, our son has grown up."

"Time is really interesting. Thirteen years ago, that little guy came to me. I really didn't think about how he grew up."

At that time, a man in his thirties became a dad for the first time, and he was in a hurry.

I don’t know what size the child wears, or what the child’s stomach can eat.

When Fu Xiangxi was seven years old, he suffered from acute gastroenteritis, vomiting and diarrhea. He didn't close his eyes for days and nights in anxious days.

He gave Lin Yang all his patience for the first thirty years, and he gave Fu Xiangxi his gentleness for the last ten years.

When Fu Xiangxi was in the second grade of elementary school, Fu Ran sat under the lamp and covered him with a book cover for the whole night.

The stumbling and stumbling, in the end, raised this child.

Fu Ran smiled softly: "He is a lot like you. Although he is still a little childish, he is much more mature than I was back then. He also has someone he likes. That kid is called Wen Yingfeng, he is a good kid, and you too I will like it."

"I can't be regarded as a good father, but Xiao Yang" Fu Ran said in a deep voice, "I didn't disappoint you. I fulfilled your last wish and raised him.

Adult. "

The cemetery was quiet, and Fu Ran lived in the gentle sunset, as if someone was hugging him gently.

Fu Ran took out his birthday cake and lit candles.

His voice choked: "I want to celebrate my birthday with you."

Thirteen years.

He almost forgot the appearance of Lin Yang, the feeling of his body in his arms.

"I have guarded you for thirteen years. You tell me a happy birthday, okay?"

There was no voice around, and a light breeze blew through, blowing out the beating candles on the cake.

Fu Ran scratched his hair and smiled comfortingly: "Well, don't tell me, don't be angry, Xiao Yang."

He cut off the best piece of the cake and pushed it to Lin Yang, then he also cut a piece himself and ate it bite by bite.

The cake was sweet and refreshing, but Fu Ran always felt that some bitterness could not be dispelled.

"Xiaoyang, I sometimes feel that you are really cruel. For thirteen years, you said that if you are an ordinary person, who will guard you? You have been married and had children a long time ago."

Fu Ran shrugged: "It's just me. Actually, I met someone who looks like you. I was so happy at that time. I wonder if I am old.

Seeing that I was thinking about you every day, I finally opened my eyes and gave you back to me. "

Fu Ran's eyes dimmed suddenly: "But I understand that if I really do this, you will definitely ignore me if I go to you in the future."

"Forget it, just one person, it's good. After so many years, haven't you also come here?" Fu Ran babbled and said non-stop: "Xiaoyang, you have no conscience, I'm only thirty. You didn’t want me at the age of three, and you lost a child to me. I am a big man. I dare not drink alcohol, smoke, or hook up outside."

Thirty-three years old.

At the most energetic age of a man, he wanted Lin Yang to go crazy.

He often couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he didn't know what he had lost, looking for something.

Missing is like an old poison, densely seeping into his bones, everywhere.

He shut himself into the bathroom, panting and calling Lin Yang's name for self-consolation, he had to think of the young Fu Xiangxi, and did not dare to make too much noise.

"You are really cruel, really cruel"

Fu Ran stretched out his hand and stroked the photo of Lin Yang on the tombstone with red eyes.

"It's okay to grow old together, why can't I see how old you are."

He gently pressed his forehead against the tombstone, his voice hoarse, mixed with deep grievances: "I have worked so hard, Xiao Yang, I won't wait for you, okay?"

The sunset glow above Fu Ran's head was like an open umbrella, gently enveloping him, with a light breeze blowing, with a faint fragrance of roses.

The whole cemetery fell asleep as always.

Fu Xiangxi wanted to call Fu Ran and say happy birthday to him.

It was discovered that no one answered his father's phone.

When I went back to the apartment to find someone, Fu Ran was not there either.

Fu Xiangxi suddenly remembered that in the afternoon, Fu Ran smiled gently and said "goodbye" to herself, and she was startled in a cold sweat.

He drove to the cemetery in a panic.

For some reason, his instinct told himself that Fu Ran must be there.

Fu Ran is indeed there.

At that time, the sky was full of clouds, and in the red afterglow of the sky, Fu Ran quietly seemed to be a child who had been lost for too long, and finally returned home lying on his side in front of Lin Yang's tomb.

The rose fell beside him, and the petals fell to the ground.

He held the two identical diamond rings with his and Lin Yang names inscribed, with a three-point smile on his lips, and he had already swallowed his breath.

Fu Xiangxi's eyes were red, and he cautiously knelt down beside Fu Ran, as if not daring to disturb him, and burst into tears for a moment.

"Dad, did you find your Xiaoyang?"