Slag Gong really smells good after the divorce

Shu Linqing and Yi Wulan stayed in the living room after dinner.

Without a special chat, Yi Wulan casually flipped through a book of Lin Yu's paintings, while Shu Linqing continued to watch unfinished documentaries.

At night, it began to rain outside.

Listening to the sound of rain, Yi Wulan went to close the window, got up, and said helplessly, "I have been like a god of rain for the past two years, and it rains wherever I go."

Shu Linqing was close to the window, so he quickly got up and walked over.

There are many and large windows in this villa. Shu Linqing closed it from the left, and hesitantly said after closing the second one: "Wu Lan, is that standing below... Sheng Ling?"

Yi Wulan closed the windows on the right, and walked to Shu Linqing's side, "According to common sense, it shouldn't be him."

Shu Linqing didn't think it was impossible: "Since Sheng Ling has thoughts about you, isn't it impossible to stand under the rain and watch you?"

It had been so many years, and with today's incident, Shu Linqing felt that he had let go of Sheng Ling.

Yi Wulan: "It was possible for Sheng Ling when he was a teenager, but it is impossible now. Sheng Ling does things with clear goals and tenacity. In other words, he has a purpose."

But standing under the rain and looking at their room, obviously Yi Wulan would not be moved and would find it boring, which did not conform to Sheng Ling's usual style of doing things.

Yi Wulan glanced at the silhouette standing in the rain, tilted his head and asked Shu Linqing: "Can I borrow your umbrella?"

If a person deviates from a habitual pattern of behavior, things are very different.

It was raining heavily at night, and when Yi Wulan passed by with an umbrella, Sheng Ling was trying to light a cigarette with his head down and his hands clasped.

The flickering flame danced.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Sheng Ling frowned and swept over.

He stood in the rain for more than half an hour and was completely soaked.

Seeing that it was Yi Wulan, his eyes flickered.

Yi Wulan held the handle of the umbrella, two steps away from Sheng Ling, and without any further intention, stretched out the other hand holding the umbrella: "It's raining heavily."

Sheng Ling took the umbrella silently: "Sorry, I'm standing here for a while, but I didn't expect... Wulan, I'm sorry."

Yi Wulan's eyelashes flicked, the rain wet Sheng Ling's hair, and a little white could be seen faintly.

Sheng Ling didn't have enough time at that time, so he dyed his hair carelessly and missed some.

Yi Wulan narrowed her eyes.

Many people asked him if he wanted to take revenge on Sheng Ling. Yi Wulan played with the handle of his umbrella and smiled. Compared with these, he wanted to live the life he wanted, and it is not a good thing to be entangled in the past.

There must be hatred, it's not the desire for revenge, maybe it's just a little unsatisfactory, but from today's point of view, without his revenge, Sheng Ling has already fallen into self-revenge.

Yi Wulan really wants to be a good person, but he is not a saint after all, not to mention his emotions have always been strong, and he can even be called kind to Sheng Ling.

It's not that he's not good at playing tricks on people's hearts, it's just that he doesn't care about it.

If you want to talk about your current perception of Sheng Ling, you are a stranger who knows each other very well, but owes nothing to each other.

Sheng Ling's voice came through the rain curtain: "Wu Lan, what do you want me to do most now?"

It was raining so hard that the sound could not be heard clearly.

Yi Wulan turned her head and smiled at Sheng Ling: "Don't appear in front of me again."

Sheng Ling's face became paler in the heavy rain, and he squeezed the umbrella in his hand tightly. The answer was the same as he expected, but it was still uncomfortable to hear it, as painful as a knife.

Especially after awakening.

There are many rainy days in Jiangcheng, and sometimes the two of them go out to buy potted flowers or go to a small shop for dinner, and they all support each other.

Some things, the more you think about them, the more stamina they will have, and not just for a moment, but every moment.

Tormented, tormented, tossed and turned.

There is a possibility of recovery from the pain in the body, and I opened my heart, don't think that I can retreat with the whole body intact.

Yi Wulan thought for a while, turned around and said, "Sheng Ling, I have actually thought about it more than once, what will happen if you understand my heart someday."

"But after the divorce, I don't care anymore. I didn't do what I did to hurt you later. The result now is not what I thought, but you have to ask me if I am satisfied?"

"Shengling, I'm very satisfied, and I've thought about it."

Yi Wulan was in a very happy mood. When he met Sheng Ling for the first time, Sheng Ling picked up a stack of books that had fallen on the ground for him. Now that the two of them had finished, he gave Sheng Ling an umbrella.

Very ceremonial.

This afternoon, he had contacted a well-known foreign school. This gilded prestigious school had always wanted to invite him over, but Yi Wulan was entangled in trivial matters, so he didn't let go.

It's different now, he has plenty of time, and someone will pick him up on the plane tomorrow morning.

Accommodation and other conditions are all ready.

Just waiting for him to pass, he can start the life he once longed for in a strange place.

Stay abroad for two years, and then return to China to spend two years at a top art school.

To make up for the hardships he spent day and night counting days in college.

Yi Wulan turned and left, but did not see Sheng Ling's bloodless face and distorted expression of pain.

Before leaving the next day, Shu Linqing sent him to the airport with a gentle tone: "I didn't expect you to make a decision so quickly, Wulan, my teacher is from country A, I will fly there from time to time, and we will meet again when I have time."

Yi Wulan smiled: "Okay."

All communication accounts have been replaced, even Alipay has changed accounts, and social circles have been added back, but those who do not want to be contacted will always be excluded from the circle.

Five years later.

When Yi Wulan returned to China, he didn't tell anyone. He only told five or six of his very close friends, and he didn't let anyone pick him up.

He is very popular in China now, Yi Wulan doesn't want to be blocked at the airport.

In the designer competition five years ago, Yi Wulan gave up his qualifications, and Shu Linqing stopped in the top ten. The new cutting-edge designer who emerged that year was a gothic foreign boy with blond hair and blue eyes and good looks.

But domestic netizens were very disappointed. This time, due to various gossip and involvement in major cases, this year's high-profile international designer competition, domestic designers did not enter the top three, and domestic netizens were upset.

Many people say that Yi Wulan was afraid and did not dare to participate in the competition, and then he was hammered to the ground by various bigwigs from fandoms and gossip forums.

After all, a beautiful and tough designer can never collapse.

More people think that Yi Wulan has experienced too much pain and is not in good condition.

As a result, Yi Wulan won the gold award five years later, becoming the No.1 winner in China.

This trophy means not only honor, but also the favor of major brands that are partners with the competition.

This means that in the next five years, Yi Wulan can monopolize the direction of the wind in the circle.

As I thought at the beginning, the withered rose made of broken diamonds is indeed famous all over the world.

From luxury to fast-moving, Yi Wulan's creative elements can be seen everywhere.

It seems to have really integrated into life.

There will be little girls and boys who will dream of this sign when they pass by the window.

As soon as he got off the plane, Shu Linqing called: "The car is parked in the most hidden place behind the passage, come here."

Yi Wulan had no choice but to cover her face with a hat and walked out quickly.

After closing the car door, Shu Linqing stepped on the accelerator, and the car flew out quickly.

Shu Linqing said, "How does it feel to win the award?"

Yi Wulan held his forehead: "Stop talking, I've been a little nervous when I hear these two words recently."

Shu Linqing couldn't help laughing.

The two still made an appointment at a private barbecue restaurant to celebrate, and called a few other friends.

They are all in the same circle, sourness is definitely sour, but being friends must be frank.

Yi Wulan's friend Li Fugui squeezed lemon juice on the barbecue: "See? These are my tears! Sour!"

Then he changed his face in a blink of an eye, and flattered to pick up the barbecue meat with tongs and put it on Yi Wulan's plate: "Give filial piety to Yi's father."

The rest: "Go away!"

During the dinner, someone stared at Yi Wulan and touched his chin: "No, Wulan, there is no trace of time on your face... Tsk."

"Isn't it very nourishing to sleep with a foreign little brother and little brother? It makes me want to try it too."

"Get out," Li Fugui rolled his eyes: "Wu Lan and sleeping with others nourish the spirit, and sleeping with others will only get you sucked dry."

The man said instantly, "Fuck, Li Fugui, you have such a dog mouth."

Yi Wulan buried her head in eating the meat, and stuffed it into her mouth when it was roasted until it was oily and translucent. It was so delicious.

You can't really taste such delicious food abroad.

Shu Linqing whispered beside him, "Really?"

Yi Wulan: "What?"

Shu Linqing: "Just sleep with someone, cough."

Yi Wulan rang the bell and added a few more plates of meat: "Half-truth, half-false, there are indeed extraordinary people, two."

It's a pity that they all broke up because of personality conflicts.

Really happy when talking.

Shu Linqing's eyes darkened, and he smiled gently: "It's pretty good."

The two have seen each other frequently in recent years, but Yi Wulan rarely mentions her private life.

A group of people wanted to sing after eating, Yi Wulan just wanted to go home and sleep, Shu Linqing didn't drink, so he said he would send Yi Wulan home.

Yi Wulan stood on the side of the road and waved to them.

Li Fugui was very excited: "Lan'er, come out for a drink in a few days!"

Yi Wulan waved his hand and said, "Okay."

Sheng Ling was dragged over for dinner by a few acquaintances at the same level: "Let me tell you, this barbecue is really unique. The pork belly is so thin..."

Sheng Ling listened and lit a cigarette. Out of the corner of his eye, a familiar figure passed by.

"what happened?"

Sheng Ling put out the cigarette: "It's okay, I must have read it wrong."

It may be that he wants to see that person so much, even if he takes a look at it from a distance, his heart trembles when he thinks about it, and misreading is often the case.

The author has something to say: Chirp!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Duan Ming, I am the king (-ι_-), one with a bright smile; (吹)

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Wangjiqin; 5 bottles of Crescent, Qingmeng Pressing Star o; 4 bottles of Quiet Whirling; 1 bottle of Pipi, Doraemon, and I am the King (-ι_-);

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!