why did he finish asking this sentence, waiting for four or five seconds of silence, and then, he heard feng zheng take a breath backwards, and his voice was a little choked: "how do you want me to say it?" why was
it heart-wrenching that i couldn't speak for a moment.
yeah, how to say it.
"back then, i knew what kind of person song juhan was, and i didn't want you to be hurt, but you were so infatuated with him, i couldn't say it." i thought that even if i didn't say anything, you would soon separate, i really didn't expect that after more than six years i returned to china, you are still together, you still like him so much, i regret countless times that i should have told you back then, now..." feng zheng said in a trembling voice, "now i can't say it even more."
why don't you know whether to blame feng zheng, strange or not, what is the point, he took a deep breath and said in a dumb voice: "i know."
"why, i'm sorry, i'm really sorry, i didn't go a day without regrets, i should have told you back then, i thought about it, and made you more miserable." feng zheng's voice was full of guilt and sadness.
"no need to apologize, you're under no obligation to tell me."
"why... you're separated now, aren't you? you forget song juhan, forget him, start your life again.
why did he look at the front with empty eyes and said mechanically, "i used to think that song juhan wouldn't like anyone, so he didn't like me, and of course, now it seems that i was wrong at the beginning." he didn't even feel jealous of feng zheng, he knew that he had made himself like this, and he was all to blame.
"you're right, he doesn't like anyone, and he didn't like me." ffeng zheng said in a deep voice, "we were all very young, we had a hazy liking for each other, and at that age we were ashamed to express interest in the opposite sex, but we were curious about the same sex, so we held a fun mentality together." but the personalities of the two of us, you know, when friends are ok, talk about feelings, no one obeys anyone, no one lets anyone, and in the end it gives rise to resentment. "i
don't want to know that."
"no, you listen to me, and since you've already said it, let me finish it all at once... it also makes you completely dead hearted. why
did he close his eyes, clench his fists, and acquiesced.
feng zheng breathed a sigh of relief: "our two families are family friends, after separation, they still often meet, and they barely get by on the face, but the mentality has changed, who i am close to, he will deliberately destroy, what he has, i also want to compete, at that time, i was holding a momentum in my heart, trying to frustrate the other party's limelight." later he went abroad, and after returning home, we have all grown up... i thought he had grown up, but when i saw him look at you, i started to worry.
why showed a bitter smile.
"after i found out about you, i went to him and we had a fight." feng zheng gritted his teeth, "i asked him why he was such an asshole, he said he just wanted to see who people like me could look up to, he said you..." feng zheng was fierce, "he said that you are just like this." i
don't know how i can hold on to listening to this, probably because my hard work has been drained and there is nothing to lose.
from song juhan's point of view, he is indeed "but so". <
the eyes are full of admiration and longing at any time, because song juhan can blush with a smile and a word, reverie, and even without any effort, casually hook up with a few clicks to get started, at that time, he simply wrote on his face please me--- me. song juhan
watched him get hooked with how he despised and despised him, and how he laughed at feng zheng's taste and was proud of his charm in his heart, as long as he thought about it, he was cold all over his body.
he didn't take himself seriously, how could song juhan take it seriously.
the whole thing was so disgusting that even he looked down on himself.
ten years of crush, six years of companionship, gave such a teasing and contemptuous person. he was simply pathetic and ridiculous.
this is a good fight.
feng zheng sincerely advised, "why, song juhan is not a thing, you are still young, it is also a good thing to see him now, from now on to live your own life." somehow
trance "hmm" a sound.
feng zheng hesitated, "why, you... can you forgive me.
"you didn't do anything wrong, but i used to treat you like a friend, so, can't." he hung up the phone silently.
he was finally forced to peel off the embarrassing relationship between himself and song juhan, dry it under the sun, so that everyone could glimpse his bloody heart, and he could no longer find excuses for himself, find steps, cover up, whitewash, and find reasons to forgive himself for more than six years of infidelity. <
great, great.
maybe you have to put it to death to live later.
why did he go to the company the next day, and as soon as he entered the office, everyone looked at him in unison.
why did he say plainly: "what's wrong, my face is ugly?" the
administrative elder sister was silent for a moment: "it's quite ugly, mr. he, the body is the capital of the revolution."
"well, thanks, i'll pay attention."
"hey, mr. ho." the administrative sister wanted to stop talking.
chen shan desperately gave her eyes, she was as if she didn't see it, or couldn't stand the curiosity, "general manager he, recently song juhan was on the news because of the fight, we looked at that photo, there was a man's side face and you looked like ah." there was
no trace of a flaw in his face: "yes, how much like." the
eldest sister quickly took out the newspaper and glanced at it for some reason: "well, it's a bit like that." a colleague breathed
a sigh of relief: "sister chen, i just said that it can't be general manager he, how can general he know song juhan and zhuang jieyu?"
chen shan peeked at he gu, others did not know, but she had personally seen zhuang jieyu at he gu's house.
why did he say expressionlessly: "hurry back to work, next time i talk during office hours, i really want to punish you." everyone
shrank back.
"chen shan, you come in." ssomehow i went straight into the office.
chen shan then followed, closed the door, and said in a low voice, "mr. he, are you all right?" "much
better." why while turning on the computer, he rubbed his temples and said, "my brain has not been very good lately, you will report to me again on the main points of the project and the progress in the past few days, be careful." "no
, mr. he, i mean..." chen shan said cautiously, "you... it's all right, right?
mr. he paused and looked at chen shan: "yes, it was i who fought with song juhan that day, thank you for keeping secrets for me, you are a reliable colleague and friend."
chen shan nodded vigorously: "he zong, you can rest assured, i absolutely keep secrets for you, although i don't know how you met, because of what conflicts, but i believe that with he zong's character, it must be song juhan's problem, not that i am biased, people in the entertainment industry, there are definitely few good things, he has been gossiping a lot, fortunately your relationship with zhuang jieyu has not been affected." why
didn't he bother to explain: "well, this matter has nothing to do with my work, and you should not have happened in the future." "yes
, definitely."
chen shan reported what had happened these days when he was away, why did he listen and remember, he knew for the first time that the original bad mood would affect iq, and he didn't know when this muddy state would be better.
chen shan went out after the report, why did she read the information carefully, but she was always distracted. <
suddenly, his mobile phone rang, and he picked it up and looked at it, it was gu qingpei.
he expected that gu qingpei must have also watched the news, although the photo was blurry, but people who were familiar with him would have doubts, not to mention that gu qingpei knew his relationship with song juhan, he wanted to avoid it, but finally answered the phone: "hey, gu zong." "why
, are you okay?"
"i'm okay." in order to avoid unnecessary nonsense, he said bluntly, "song juhan and i have been separated."
gu qingpei let out a long sigh, "is it because of zhuang jieyu?" "
"...... well. "what about
feng zheng?"
why did he shudder: "how do you know feng zheng?"
"hara told me."
"original?"
"cough, he's my assistant and driver now."
"oh." why did i suddenly remember that when i was videotaping gu qingpei that day, the "driver" who suddenly broke in was not the voice of the original jiao, what happened to these two people? that day, it seems, but the relationship between water and fire is now reconciled?
gu qingpei didn't want to say anything when he saw it, nor did he ask questions, but just said, "why, if you need to talk to someone, i'll be there at any time." "after
a while, i think now... hhurry up and finish the work at hand, and then take a long vacation.
"well, you do need a long vacation, and if you need any help, just let me know." gu qing pei paused, "why, i know you are very uncomfortable, but you believe me, one day you look back and you will find that this is a good thing, leaving a wrong person and correcting a wrong path, it is never too late." why
sighed, "thank you." he
hung up the phone, why slow down for half a day, before he put his energy back on work, he needed work so that he no longer thought about song juhan all the time.
when he returned home in the evening, he found zhuang jieyu and xiao song waiting in front of his house, and the atmosphere between the two was not quite right, and some swords were raging.
why frowned, "what are you here for?" "of course it's
to take care of you." zhuang jieyu said reasonably.
komatsu said, "brother ho, i'll come to see you, i'm afraid..."
why did he interrupt him, "i know what you're here for, but i don't want to hear it, so go back."
"brother, no..." komatsu cried with a sad face.
"i really don't want to hear it, whatever you want to say."
zhuang jieyu stared at him: "no, he doesn't want to hear it, he's not in good health now, can you please stop bothering him?"
komatsu said indignantly, "why is the matter between brother and brother han, what are you mixing?" <
"yo, what are you mixing with?"
xiao song was so angry that his face turned red, and he said to he gu anxiously: "brother he gu, you may not believe it, but i really did not come to persuade you to reconcile, i am really worried about you, i want to come and see how you are... brother han's state is also particularly poor these days. it was all my bad idea, and i was very uncomfortable for you to meet that day..."
"it has nothing to do with you." why did he open the door and didn't look at him, "you go back." "he said he was going to close the door.
komatsu shouted anxiously, "brother! you believe my words, brother han cares about you, brother han cares about you, but even if you don't get along with brother han, you are also my brother, and you hurry up and get better! why did his
heart twitch, he didn't speak, he just wanted to quickly isolate everything related to song juhan outside the door, out of sight.
"oops." zhuang jieyu pressed his foot against the door, forced himself into it, and then gave komatsu a demonstrative eye knife and slammed the door in front of him.
why put down the briefcase and looked at zhuang jieyu: "are you going to stay in my house all the time?" you don't have anything else to do. "isn't
it good, i'm so cute and humorous, how good it is to make you happy." zhuang jieyu smiled and said that he hoped to infect his emotions with his own emotions, and why the walking dead look was really heart-wrenching to watch.
"didn't your agency embarrass you?" why say while taking off your coat. <
zhuang jieyu was shy, his eyes were a little dim, "love it, i don't bother to take care of it, anyway, because of this matter, i am a red hand, if the song family father and son do not pursue it, the company will take the opportunity to praise me, if it is pursued, it will be hidden." he shrugged, "i want to drive too, and i won't starve to death, so let's take one step at a time."
"well, you have time to learn more, you can't eat by your face for a lifetime."
"i hate learning, my brain is not good, nutrition is growing on the face." zhuang jieyu shook he's arm and said, "uncle he, you taught me to study." he
said, "go to college."
zhuang jieyu looked like a ghost: "i won't go." "
then you can do something."
"i... i'll open a taobao shop anyway. he shook
his head.
"i'll cook for you!" zhuang jieyu rolled up his sleeves, "you can rest and let you see how virtuous i am."
why did i change my clothes and sit on the sofa to rest, in fact, my body is not tired, but my brain is groggy, and i don't have any energy.
he picked up the remote control, turned on the tv, wanted to see the news, did not expect the tv to stay in the last entertainment channel, a little open is song juhan in the hotel suspected of fighting because of the wind and jealousy of the news, it seems that this time things spread too fast, song he also has limited hands and feet, can not be controlled in every way.
he stared numbly at the photo of song juhan on the tv for half a moment, and then silently changed the current political station.
it is almost impossible to erase the traces of that man from life, for he is everywhere.
he hated not being able to take away his memories.