Some things, even if they are not mentioned for a long time, are still scars.
Jiang Zhi didn't know what meaning Shen Luyan said now. It had been so long. Even if he now knew the truth of what happened, what would happen.
Will the things that happened in the past disappear?
What he said now forced her to recall the scene over and over again, including his humiliation.
"I…"
Shen Luyan looked directly at her resistance, his voice was a little hoarse, and he opened his mouth to be interrupted coldly.
"Stop talking about meaningless things." She held back, so her voice sounded a little shaky, "I don't want to hear it anymore."
At that time, Shen Luyan was unwilling to listen to her explanation.
She didn't want to hear his explanation now.
all the same.
The spring breeze blows and the weather changes in an instant.
The sun set quietly, facing the gray sky with heavy fog, as if it was going to rain soon.
A few thunders struck overhead, the sound of thunder before the spring rain fell.
The rain is getting heavier, and the rising mist falls on the skin, making it feel ice-cold.
Jiang Zhi looked at Shen Luyan's pale face. She couldn't tell his emotions, but his body seemed tense and his expression was forbearing that was visible to the naked eye.
So many times, each time it ended on bad terms.
Shen Luyan's entanglement was originally meaningless.
Jiang Zhi didn't have the energy to say anything else, so she pushed him away, opened the door, and walked slowly back to the living room.
Bang.
The courtyard door was closed tightly, as if it was very urgent to keep people out.
The rain kept falling, and soon it became a downpour. The big raindrops hit the eaves, crackling like pearls falling apart.
The shirt on Shen Luyan's body was soaked, and the swift spring rain brought warm and cold air.
The blowing made me feel cold all over.
The man's hair had been trimmed some time ago and was a bit shorter, which gave his originally smooth and delicate facial features a colder temperament. His dark eyes seemed to be cold no matter what time he looked at them.
He is like a shattered mirror, with pieces everywhere.
The whole person has been torn apart.
There is no peace of mind.
But he had to act calm, he couldn't lose control, even if his emotions had reached the threshold and were about to burst through his chest. He remembered the time when he helped his family deal with his cousin's affairs. At that time, he watched his cousin fight for a man, There is no dignity or bottom line, and it is extremely humble. It seems that you really can't live without that person.
He didn't understand it, he just looked down upon it.
Now he has almost become the kind of gambler who clings to the last glimmer of hope.
Like a madman.
Ugly and embarrassing.
Shen Luyan didn't have an umbrella, so he walked in the rain, and soon his clothes got wet. When he got back to the car, he was almost soaked through.
He looked at the embarrassed man in the rearview mirror, stared into his own eyes, and slowly frowned. How could he be like this? It turns out that everyone is the same when they are in love.
Humble and embarrassed.
He only said half of that matter, not even all of it.
He could no longer bear Jiang Zhi's hatred.
It's not that he has never seen eyes filled with hatred for him, so intense that he wanted to peel off his skin and convulse, but he didn't feel it at all.
The only thing he didn't want to face was the faint hatred in her eyes that showed inadvertently.
The face in the mirror looked haggard and pale, lifeless.
*
Jiang Zhi was at home alone, sitting blankly on the sofa, listening to the sound of rain outside.
She sat quietly for a long time, looking at the rain outside the glass window, her eyes a little empty, not knowing what she was thinking.
The phone rang several times before she heard it.
It was my uncle who called.
Jiang Zhi answered the phone. It seemed a little noisy over there, but it was incredibly quiet after a few seconds. She tried her best to make her voice sound as normal as possible, "Uncle."
"There are heavy rainstorms in Nancheng these two days. Remember to close the doors and windows and don't go out."
"good."
"Let the nanny live at home for a while. Gradually you are getting older. I can't feel at ease if you are alone."
Jiang Zhi does not object to outsiders living in her home. Sometimes she feels lonely when she is alone at home. She will turn on the TV silently. Even if she is not watching, she will feel at ease even if she listens to the sound on the TV.
"That's okay." She paused and then said, "Uncle, you go ahead and do your work. I want to sleep for a while."
Jiang Zhi lied. She was not sleepy and didn't want to sleep at the moment.
She just didn't want to talk and wanted to be alone.
It's so hard to be happy.
But it is easy to be sad alone.
She didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she couldn't help but raise her hand and touch her face. The mark had long since disappeared, and even the bright red fingerprints could dissipate quickly, even without the need for medication.
No trace left.
But it still hurts when I think about it.
It's still the same burning tingling pain I felt back then.
She no longer cared about Shen Luyan's apology, nor did she care about his regret.
As he said himself, regret is the most useless thing.
Pregnant women are emotionally sensitive, and Jiang Zhi had tears on her face unknowingly. She didn't know when the tears fell, and she didn't notice them.
It seems to be just a subconscious emotional reaction.
The screen of the mobile phone at hand lit up, with several missed calls and several unread text messages.
Jiang Zhi glanced at the name and deleted the message without clicking on it.
She really didn't want to see what Shen Luyan said at all.
