The Actor Wants to Divorce

The cause of Fu Ran's death was heart failure.

No one knows why he suddenly suffered from heart failure. Before the accident, there was no abnormality in his body at all.

Jiang Yichen was silent for a long time when he learned that Fu Ran had passed away.

Gu Qing let him know that he felt uncomfortable, and gave him a soft hug.

"Jiang Yigou, cry if you want."

Jiang Yichen hugged Gu Qingrang tightly, as if to feel his hot temperature, his voice was low and hoarse.

"I'm not that uncomfortable, I guessed it a long time ago."

From the day of Fu Xiangxi's coming-of-age ceremony, he vaguely noticed that Fu Ran was leaving.

That night, Fu Ran suddenly asked him out for dinner and talked a lot about their childhood.

When he was leaving, he suddenly embraced himself solemnly.

The last sentence to him was: "Xiang Xi is still young, I will ask you more in the future."

He is not a fool, he can hear the farewell meaning in Fu Ran's words.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded, and also solemnly promised him: "Okay, don't worry."

That was the last side between him and Fu Ran.

Then, he, who had known him since he was six, waved at him and stepped into the crowd of people returning home in the evening without looking back.

Gradually disappeared.

Jiang Yichen's throat was sour, "Do you know? I received the notice that when he was gone, my first reaction was not sadness, but relief."

Gu Qing let sit down in front of him and listen to him quietly.

"Thirteen years, Fu Ran hasn't let go for a day. To live is a torture for him. If this is his own choice, I am happy for him." Jiang Yichen's eyes flushed, "I'm just too sorry. Yes, he and Lin Yang"

They shouldn't have ended this way.

Gu Qing let Jiang Yichen's hand be held tightly, "They must meet now."

Jiang Yichen smiled sarcastically, "I can't be together when I'm alive, and nothing is left after death, it's just self-comfort. Besides, Lin Yang has been dead for 13 years."

Gu Qing asked to twist his eyebrows and said stubbornly: "No, they will definitely meet. Yang brother likes Fu Ran so much, he will wait for Fu Ran for many years."

Hope this time, Fu Ran can hold onto Brother Yang's hand.

Fu Xiangxi was still young, and Fu Ran's funeral was organized with the help of his uncles.

Since Fu Ran passed away, Fu Xiangxi's mood has always been low.

Lin Yan asked him to move where he was to live with Feng Jin, so he could quickly get out of the sadness of Fu Ran's death.

About Fu Ran's funeral, Lin Yan took the initiative to bring it up.

Anyway, Fu Ran's parents have passed away, so just keep things simple and be cremated quickly, and send the ashes to Lin Yang for a joint burial.

Before Fu Ran was alive, he almost antagonized him everywhere, never giving Fu Ran a good face. After Fu Ran died, it was all Fu Ran's last wish.

Let him and Lin Yang live and die together.

Feng Jin sighed: "Then thank you for Mr. Fu, he must be very happy."

Lin Yan curled his lips coldly, "It's not because of my brother's face."

Lin Yan led people to re-carve the tombstone.

It is rare for people who carve tombstones to meet two men buried together, and they don't know how to write it for a while.

Lin Yan was silent for a long time and sighed, "Just write about husband and wife."

On the day of Fu Ran's burial, the tombstone was replaced with a photo.

The photo was carefully selected by Lin Yan and Feng Jin.

It was chosen from the pile of old photos of Fu Ran that he and Lin Yang hadn't seen until his death.

They are about twenty years old, standing side by side under a cherry blossom tree, looking at the camera, one smile is bright and the other is gentle.

The cherry blossoms scattered all over the sky, like a heavy snow in the splendid spring day.

At the end of the funeral, Fu Xiangxi gave a speech with red eyes.

After reading just two pages, the newly grown-up child couldn't cry.

Feng Jin hugged him quickly and went to rest.

When Fu Xiangxi was packing up Fu Ran's belongings, he found a suicide note that he left to himself.

There was only a short line of words written by Fu Ran, Long Feifengwu.

[Xiang Xi, Xiao Yang has waited for me for many years, I am going to find him, take care of myself, my father is very selfish, I'm sorry. 】

Fu Xiangxi held the piece of paper and cried bitterly while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Dad, sorry, sorry"

He is the one who should apologize.

It was he who accounted for Fu Ran for a full 13 years.

Let him endure the pain and loneliness of his lover's departure.

Thirteen years.

"Dad, how did you get through it"

Wen Yingfeng heard the movement in the living room and ran in quickly and hugged Fu Xiangxi.

Fu Xiangxi burst into tears, "In the wind, my dad is in pain. He has been in pain all these years. I was so stupid that he really let him go because he lived for me for 13 years."

So as soon as he became an adult, Fu Ran couldn't wait to leave.

Thinking of that day, in the steaming hot pot steam, Fu Ran spoke to him triumphantly.

"How can you compare to my Xiaoyang."

Fu Xiangxi's tears couldn't help but roll down.

Yes, it's not comparable, it's far worse.

So he went to find his Xiaoyang.

Wen Yingfeng hurriedly wiped his tears, "Xiang Xi, don't be sad. Your dad will be sad to see it."

Fu Xiangxi wiped away tears fiercely, grabbed Wen Yingfeng's hand, gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Will he be sad?"

"He won't be sad!"

If he is really sad, how could he leave him impatiently in the second week of his adulthood. The son who has raised him for thirteen years says he doesn’t want to, and he has to throw away all the shares of such a large company. He, at all, didn't want to think that he was only eighteen years old, still in school, could he manage a good company, and could he be busy!

"He can't decide how happy he is with the second dad now, how can I control my life and death."

Fu Xiangxi gritted his teeth: "This old thing! I won't visit him anymore."

Wen Yingfeng smiled softly, "If he really sees the person he wants to see most, shouldn't we be happy for Uncle?"

Fu Xiangxi was silent, he sniffed the hand facing the wind, and after a long time, he gave a soft "um".

On the first seven days, Fu Xiangxi went to sweep the graves of Fu Ran and Lin Yang.

He took all the photos he had put in Lin Yan, and burned them to Fu Ran one by one.

"Dad, I have given you all the photos. Take your time to look at them."

Fu Xiangxi stared at the smiling faces of the two on the tombstone and smiled lightly.

"Don't worry, I and Yingfeng will be fine. I will let myself grow up and become more responsible. When I marry Yingfeng back, I will give him a kowtow to you and my second dad."

Fu Xiangxi's voice was deep: "This time, you must not lose your second dad again."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, and then smiled cleverly at Lin Yang.

"Second father, Xiang Xi now has someone he wants to protect."

"Your own person, you want to protect yourself."

"In the past thirteen years, he has missed you very much. When you see him, you must give him a hug."

When I left the cemetery, it was also an evening of sunset clouds.

The red clouds in the sky looked like a pair of lovers kissing.

Fu Xiangxi tilted his head, muted in the gentle soft light for a long time, then lifted his foot and ran towards Wen Yingfeng who was waiting on the side of the road with a smile.

He took Wen Yingfeng's hand and returned home with him.

I don't know if many years ago, his two fathers, like him and Yingfeng, held hands and walked towards their vigorous and unforgettable future.

The evening breeze is warm and intoxicating, and the years are quiet.

"Brother? Brother Ran?"

Fu Ran was awakened in a drowsy sleepiness.

He opened his eyes subconsciously, recognized the person in front of him, and subconsciously said: "Jian?"

Ji An frowned, "Brother, can I go back? I have classes tomorrow?"

Fu Ran stared at Ji An's face for a long time, then, as if reacting, suddenly sat up from the bed.

He looked around and recognized that this was his apartment in Wenchang Garden.

He doesn’t spend the night here often, the only time is

Fu Ran's pupils suddenly enlarged.

Isn't this what happened thirteen years ago?

Ji An was startled by the expression on Fu Ran's face.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Fu Ran's throat hoarse: "I'm fine."

As soon as the voice fell, he raised his hand and slapped himself severely.

Ji An: ""What's this special is also called okay?

The burning pain spread from the skin, Fu Ran's fingertips pressed against the hot and numb cheeks, his eyes flushed.

"The pain is not a dream, not a dream."

Ji An was about to talk, but Fu Ran was already crazy, and pushed him aside, panicking around looking for his mobile phone.

He flipped through the picture frame on the bedside table, then grabbed the phone and glanced at the time on it.

Then suddenly laughed.

Really 13 years ago

He actually went back thirteen years ago.

Ji An panicked completely: "Brother, what's the matter with you?"

Fu Ran turned his head and glanced at him, "Jian, you can go back tonight first."

"Hey? Don't you need to ask me to act for Lin Yang?"

"Fart!"

Xiao Yang is still alive, he has not received a certificate from Jinmocheng, he has not had the advanced stage of gastric cancer, he has no subsequent pains, and he has not been alone for thirteen years.

Everything is too late.

Fu Ran grabbed his jacket and ran out like crazy.

He remembered this day thirteen years ago.

Xiao Yang came to apologize in a low voice. He deliberately asked Xiao Yang to wait at the door of an apartment where no one lived all night, and then waited for him to kneel before throwing him out of the house.

It was not long after that, Xiao Yang obtained the certificate with Jin Mocheng at the most vulnerable point, and then he imprisoned Xiao Yang because of anger and jealousy, until Xiao Yang vomited blood in the apartment.

Fu Ran ran out of the apartment with soft feet. He didn't want to hang up in a car accident as soon as he was reborn, so he stopped a taxi on the side of the road.

"Master, please send me to Jinjiang Garden, hurry!"

Xiaoyang, sorry.

This time, I don’t want your apology, don’t keep your breath down, I will stop the nightmare in the future, I will hold your hand tightly.

After half an hour, the taxi stopped at the gate of Jinjiang Garden.

Fu Ran drew out two banknotes and stuffed them to the driver: "No need to find them."

Then he ran upstairs in one breath.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw a person sitting at the door of the apartment.

The thin body was hugged tightly, his head buried in his arms, like a stray puppy.

In thirteen years, seeing this figure again, Fu Ran's eyes turned red in an instant.

"Xiaoyang?"

When the name was called, the man's shoulders trembled, and then he lifted his head gently one by one.