It was almost early in the morning when Shen Luyan returned home. Unexpectedly, his mother was still awake and seemed to be waiting for him in the living room.
Mrs. Shen has long noticed that her son has been very busy in recent months. She doesn't know what he is busy with. It seems more like he is unwilling to let himself become leisurely.
I have random thoughts when I have time.
Being busy will make people stop thinking about problems that are difficult to figure out but are not important.
"Why are you back now? The company is working overtime again? Or are you the only one working overtime?"
Shen Luyan did go back to the company. He came back early and couldn't sleep, so he might as well go back to the company and work overtime.
"The company has been a little busy recently."
"Really busy or pretending to be busy?"
“Really busy.”
Mrs. Shen stared at him and believed him since she saw no trace of lying. "No matter how busy you are, you should pay attention to your health."
She was actually very sleepy, but she kept holding on waiting for him to come back, and almost forgot what she originally wanted to say.
Mrs. Shen handed him the photo album on the table, "This is the photo album the maid found when she was cleaning the guest room today. There are two photos of A Zhi in it. She must have forgotten to take them away. You will be free another day. Just give it back to her."
Mrs. Shen paused and then said, "You can keep it yourself if you want."
She had seen the photo, it was an old photo of Ah Zhi many years ago.
It is a pity that the two children were separated like this.
After all, it's still fate.
If we had known each other earlier, we would never have ended up like this.
Her son now refuses to admit that he is abnormal, so these two old photos should be kept as a souvenir for him.
Shen Luyan took the photo album with a dull expression and said, "I will return it to her."
Mrs. Shen glanced at him and really didn't know what to say. She really didn't believe that Shen Luyan was willing to give it back to her.
"Mom, please go to bed early."
"I'm going to bed now, and you should go to bed early too."
Shen Luyan is not sleeping well now, suffering from insomnia and frequent dreams.
After washing, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, already late at night, and he was still not sleepy.
When I open my eyes and close them, I see Jiang Zhi's face, a well-behaved and quiet profile. When she is silent tonight, there is a magic power that can make people calm down. It seems that I have seen her. Those who have nowhere to put them. Yes, the indescribable irritability was soothed.
With her shiny cheeks and reddish complexion, her whole person looked like a ripe peach.
There is a light fragrance from the inside out.
Shen Luyan sat up from the bed and turned on the desk lamp in the bedroom. This lamp was brought by him from the villa. After the divorce, she did not take away anything that was not purchased by herself.
Including this small desk lamp that she likes very much.
The maid knew that he bought the small desk lamp. After the divorce, she asked someone to clear out her belongings in the bedroom, and she was able to escape the disaster.
Shen Luyan didn't know why she wanted to bring this lamp back. In fact, there were many nights when she couldn't sleep, and he was still awake. She looked at the afterglow of the lamp and said this, childishly using her hands. Even though he tried to catch this ray of light, he saw it in his eyes and thought it was funny and cute at the same time.
But he never told her.
The way she clumsily tries to catch the light is very cute.
Shen Luyan opened the photo album, and the two photos of her missing in it were her high school graduation photos.
One picture shows a banyan tree standing outside the teaching building with several classmates, showing hands with scissors. She is wearing a blue and white school uniform. She can be seen at a glance when standing in the crowd. She is cute and soft, with a light smile.
There is also a photo taken of her alone.
The photo paper is already somewhat yellowed.
The person in the photo still has a bright and sweet smile, but there seems to be an inexplicable regret in his eyes.
Like a reluctant farewell to the past, and reluctance to let go.
Shen Luyan looked at the school name printed on the back of the photo, and her name and class were printed underneath.
His fingertips involuntarily touched her name gently.
So close, yet so far apart.
He closed the photo album and turned off the light. In the darkness, he looked at the ceiling. His heart was empty, like the walls that echoed when he knocked on them. They were empty.
The photo has always been left in Shen Luyan's photo album, and he seems to habitually forget about returning the photo to her every day.
Half a month later, my mother casually asked him if he had returned it.
Shen Luyan lied without changing his expression: "I paid it back."
In fact, the photo was in the drawer of his bedside table. He didn't tell her, and it seemed that he didn't plan to return it to her anytime soon.
Shen Luyan deliberately kept himself busy. He often flew abroad for some meetings that were not very important, and would rather waste this time and energy.
Busy work and business interviews in financial news gradually made people forget about the tidbits of Shen Luyan's past, including his personal private life, and few news came out anymore.
No one will ask about his last marriage in front of him.
Business partners will not.
Neither can the interviewing media.
He himself seemed to be deliberately trying to forget her, trying his best to control himself not to be manipulated by out-of-control emotions, and then do things like go looking for her in the ice and snow in the middle of the night.
After persisting for nearly a month, Shen Luyan felt that he was almost successful.
He deceived the people around him, deceived his mother, and also deceived himself.
On the day of Mrs. Shen's birthday, she held a low-key banquet with some relatives and friends.
In the afternoon, the maids at home had prepared desserts and cakes early. Shen Luyan just woke up and went downstairs. He saw the durian meat placed on top of the cake on the coffee table. He frowned and said, "Take these away, Madam. allergy."
The words fell to the ground.
The sounds around him became silent.
Even Shen Luyan himself fell silent, and he didn't know what was going on when he blurted out his words.
Maybe I just woke up and am still not quite awake in my dream.
He rubbed his brain and said, "Remove it, I can't smell the durian."
