Tags: Robbery (fake) / Crazy criticism of the male protagonist / Pathological attachment / Current stories / HE
He Yanqiao × Ruan You
He Yanqiao, 29 years old, drives a 6.8 Meter Dongfeng truck in the building materials market.
He talks little, works carefully, and has old scars from the tiger's mouth. In the eyes of his colleagues, he is a kind and honest person.
His wife, Ruan You, disliked him for being rustic, for being poor, and for the smell of cement that never left his body. She only married him to pay off her debts. She planned to marry him for two years and divorce her when she made enough money.
Until one early morning, he heard the laughter of his wife and "cousin" downstairs: "He is just a tool. I will leave when I get the money."
He Yanqiao didn't smash the door or get angry. He just felt that a string in his mind that had been stretched for twenty-six years was broken.
From that day on, he started keeping a memo.
Don't remember your thoughts, remember Ruan You. Remember what time she woke up, how many hours she drew, how much water she drank, how many times she frowned, and how many times she turned over in the early morning.
He still bought her loquats, still stayed home late to cook, and still slept on the other side of the bed.
It's just that his eyes have changed - from looking up at a alms giver to looking at a lost and found collection.
Ruan You thought at first that he was just an honest man who had enlightened.
Until she found out that Pei Ye was in trouble, all her best friends "happened" to be estranged, her credit card limit was inexplicably reduced, and even the opportunity to stay in Shanghai turned into a high-speed rail ticket back to Beijing——
She realized belatedly that the air in this city had been filtered by him for some time.
She tried to escape. My ID card expired and I couldn't get out of the turnstile. I suffered from insomnia and withdrawal for eleven days in Shanghai, and finally I dragged my suitcase back.
When he came in, he was stewing pork ribs without even raising his head: "I bought Loquat from Nanhui. Don't keep it for too long."
He Yanbing (the detective's younger sister) flipped through the 30,000-word "Portrait of Grapefruit" and asked her in a broken voice, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
Ruan You looked at the man with greasy hands in the kitchen and said softly: "I can't leave. Neither can he."
It's not that he won't let her go. It's him and her, two symptoms of the same addiction. Whoever leaves you will die.
Concept: Loving to the extreme is both a pathology and an anchor.