Fang Tang ended his business trip early and it was two o'clock in the morning when he got home.
The villa is very quiet. He went upstairs and opened the bedroom door without turning on the light.
Gu Lingyu was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the door, and a recording of a strange man reading poetry was playing on a loop on his phone.
The voice was low and gentle, like coaxing the most precious treasure in the world.
Fang Tang stood at the door, his hand still on the suitcase's lever. He came back early because he originally wanted to surprise Gu Lingyu.
Gu Lingyu noticed something. He turned around and the light on the screen went out in an instant.
Gu Lingyu's voice was unusually hesitant and cautious: "No... It's not what you think."
Fang Tang said nothing.
He was just thinking about the last time Gu Lingyu spoke to him in this tone.
It seems like it never happened.
Fang Tang used to like Gu Lingyu so much.
She liked him so much that she accepted intimate scenes of him and others, married him despite family objections, and even agreed to the ridiculous request of a hidden marriage. He spent three years trying his best to reach someone, thinking that as long as he gave enough, the other person would one day look back and see him.
But in three years, Gu Lingyu had never spoken to him with such gentle words.
He used to think it was okay. Gu Lingyu is such a person, proud, distant, and not nervous for anyone. He admitted it.
It turns out not to be.
It turned out that Gu Lingyu knew it. It's just that the person who makes him nervous is not himself.
Fang Tang looked at the extinguished cell phone screen and suddenly felt very tired.
That kind of tiredness wasn't anger or jealousy, it was something more thorough - as if the breath that had lasted for three years suddenly disappeared late at night.
Forget it, he thought.
Early the next morning, a signed divorce agreement was placed on the dining table.
Gu Lingyu didn't sign.
He didn't explain anything when he refused. He just pushed the agreement back and said, "I won't sign it."
Fang Tang didn't ask why. He was just wondering whether Gu Lingyu refused to leave because he loved him, because of his surname Fang, or because he simply felt that he would never really leave.
It doesn't matter. If you don't want to sign, don't sign.
The company started to have new people coming out frequently. The S+ project originally belonged to Gu Lingyu, but his name on the document was quietly crossed out and someone else's was filled in. Business endorsements were divided, variety show scenes were cut to only a back figure, and even the newcomers who used to fawn over him now dare to challenge him face to face through Fang Tang's support.
Gu Lingyu was filming as usual, silent as usual, pretending he didn't see it.
Fang Tang looked at the weekly newspaper handed over by his assistant, put it down without saying a word.
He knew Gu Lingyu very well. What this person is best at is not acting, but tolerance. He was waiting for Fang Tang to relent.
Until a certain private drinking party, Fang Tang, a young boy who had an old grudge against Gu Lingyu, raised his glass in public and said casually:
"Some people always think that the earth will stop spinning without them. They don't even think about it. When someone praises you, you are just a corner. When others don't praise you - you are not even qualified to stand at the door of this box."
He saluted Gu Lingyu, who was blocked by the waiter, and smiled decently and cruelly: "This glass is a toast to Tangtang, to my predecessor."
The whole table was silent.
Fang Tang sat at the head of the table, lowering his head and stroking his wine glass, as if he acquiesced.
"How pitiful..."
"You are like this, but has he ever looked at you even once?"
**Food Guide**
1. Chasing the crematorium
2. Main attack
Intention: Don't miss the opportunity before it comes again
