Maybe it's because I'm too excited, maybe it's because I've been depressed for too long, or maybe it's the evaporation of alcohol.
Tears are shed at this moment.
The Mu Shiqin in front of him went from clear to blurry and then to clear.
Tears rolled down several times, and his resolute face finally softened.
He held my hand, gently took me into his arms, stroked my messy long hair, and comforted me, "I'm sorry, Ruoxi, I shouldn't question you. You have suffered so much for me and this child, I
I still doubt you. I'm sorry..."
A soft place in my heart ached again, not like the tragic heart-breaking pain, but the long sourness of a stream.
That kind of helplessness can no longer be explained in words.
Mu Shiqin kissed the top of my hair and said firmly and coldly, "I will divorce Ye Ruoyi."
"What?"
"I don't want you and the child to be sneaking around anymore. I will let Xiaoye, surnamed Tian! You are my woman, and I don't want to wrong you."
I finally cried aggrievedly. How long have I been waiting for this sentence?
But at this moment, when I heard these words, I felt no unnecessary emotion, no angry passion, and no excessive grievance. It was just a kind of satisfaction and relief from the bottom of my heart.
Like a child who is praised for doing good deeds. He laughs and sheds tears.
Tears fell into my mouth, with a sour and bitter taste. Just like this life with constant twists and turns.
Suddenly, there was an anxious phone ringing.
Mu Shiqin stroked my back and turned to answer the phone.
I looked straight at his back, holding the empty wine glass on the table tightly with my fingers.
Suddenly, I realized that time flies by. We have already missed each other’s best moments.
Everyone will grow old.
Time is the most beautiful and cruel gift God has given us.
You never know at what moment it will define the things you care about as "once"
Then we have no choice but to label it as "missing".
This is the truth.
However.
This is all my sorrow.
Another glass of whiskey arrived, shaking the golden liquid in the glass.
Suddenly I remembered a sentence I saw in a magazine a long time ago. I didn't think anything of it when I read it, but now I feel it is endlessly memorable.
Remember what it said.
I don’t know how long the time in a glass of wine is. Is it worth savoring? I don’t know how long the time of a shooting star is. Is it worth pursuing? I don’t know how brilliant a season of flowers can be.
How long is it worth waiting for? I don’t know how long I can hold on in this battle of love and tranquility. I will stop in the world of mortals for you and guard your warmth silently.
I didn't understand the meaning of "Zizhong" at first, but now that I think about it, I still feel confused.
Mu Shiqin hung up the phone and looked at me straightly. Then he said, "Do you want to go see Liancheng one last time..."
...
Everyone has his destiny. Meeting, occasionally liking each other, communicating, and rubbing shoulders again are the beginning of another story. No one will always look for the only spiritual comfort in the same corner; too many people in reality
Frustration, too much fear, too much helplessness, diluted, covered up, understood, leaving only the emotion of looking back and the longing without regrets...
Mu Shiqin still couldn't tolerate Liancheng.
Even as a loser, he is not allowed to appear.
I had expected this ending. But I didn’t expect it would actually happen.