[Marriage first, love later vs reunion after breaking up]
On the eve of Lu Heng's wedding, his friends planned to throw him a bachelor party.
Before the drinks were served, news came out that two hours ago, his fiancée Zhao Huaiyin had a fight with his future father-in-law in order to chase her young boyfriend who was about to go abroad. During the dispute, he rolled down the stairs.
"Damn, how many more jokes will Zhao Huaiyin make? She doesn't think it's embarrassing enough. She doesn't care about embarrassing herself, and it also involves Lu Heng."
"She won't be attending the wedding in a wheelchair tomorrow, will she?"
"Lu Heng, you really don't mind?"
Lu Heng sat in the middle, taking a sip of wine casually amidst the laughter of everyone, and only said four words, "We are talking about business."
After five years of marriage.
When Zhao Huaiyin opened the study door, Lu Heng immediately put his phone upside down on the table.
Zhao Huaiyin had just come back from get off work, wearing a white silk shirt tucked into a hip-hugging skirt. She was so elegant and intellectual that she could go directly to shoot a corporate video, but she laughed so stupidly that she came over and joked, "What are you looking at? You dare not let me see it?"
Lu Heng put his arms around her waist and asked her to sit on his lap. He buried his head in her neck and said in a low voice, "It's up to you... Where do you want to see?"
Zhao Huaiyin was tickled by his hair and couldn't stop laughing. In the blink of an eye, he forgot what happened.
Of course she wouldn't know that on the screen of her cell phone held upside down by her husband was a photo of her and her ex-boyfriend Pei Xiuliang.
Lu Heng didn't know when he contracted the quirk. Of course he was convinced that his wife loved him deeply, but in the dead of night, he couldn't help but read Zhao Huaiyin's Weibo when he was a student over and over again, watching her and Pei Xiuliang's love life like a bystander.
Then, he doubted and convinced himself over and over again that of course his wife loved him more, and there was no trace of his ex in her heart.
After countless days and nights of torture, Lu Heng finally decided that he wanted Pei Xiuliang to return to China, pull him out of his memories and turn him into a living person. Then he would change from Zhao Huaiyin's white moonlight into grains of rice, and his cinnabar moles into mosquito blood.
During the five years that Pei Xiuliang was abroad, he dreamed of the past countless times.
In the dream, the muscles in his cheeks twitched, tears flowed down unconsciously, and his handsome face became a little distorted, "If God insists on letting us separate, then I will break this day."
Zhao Huaiyin stretched out her hand to touch his tear-stained cheek, opened her mouth to say something and then swallowed it back. Unexpectedly, her face was filled with tears. She smiled softly, but her smile was full of bitterness and bitterness. In the end, she just shook her head slowly.
After waking up from the dream, Pei Xiuliang stood by the window smoking all night. What he dreamed about was the past, but not the past.
In reality, the person who refused to leave even though they were in trouble was Zhao Huaiyin, and he just shook his head cowardly.
On nights like that, Pei Xiuliang would regret over and over again. He should have agreed to Zhao Huaiyin's promise to elope with her, even if she would regret it later, even if they would become a pair of resentful couples, even if their love was mixed with hatred and regret, they should have been entangled like that for the rest of their lives.
When he was awake during the day, Pei Xiuliang continued to be patient and refused to see her.
Until he received an invitation to collaborate in China, it was like putting a glass of water in front of someone who was dying of thirst.
Pei Xiuliang couldn't refuse that kind of temptation. He wrote countless rejection emails, but finally agreed. He told himself that he would not destroy her marriage and happiness. He just wanted to see her again, just one look.
At least that's what he really thought back then.
At least at that time, he really thought that was what he thought.
2024.12.3 Screenshot taken
Intention: There is no beginning for failure, and there is an end for failure.
