After divorcing the slag dog, he joined a wealthy family

"Lu Yixuan, this is from Mr. Lin."

The man shrunk in the corner froze, and turned his head to look at the prison door after a while. His eyes were a bit vicissitudes. In just a few days, the bags under his eyes became deeper, and the redness in the pupils also increased a lot. flushed.

He leaned against the wall and stood up unsteadily, and glanced behind the prison guard, there was no one he was looking for.

Lu Yixuan squirmed his lips for a long time, and asked with difficulty: "What about him? Where is he?"

The prison guard replied: "Mr. Lin left after delivering the delivery."

"Didn't he agree to come to see me? Didn't he agree?" Lu Yixuan murmured to himself and kept repeating this sentence. Maybe even he himself didn't expect that Lin Luo would break his promise.

He lowered his head, and the prison guard couldn't see his expression, but he could feel the deep sadness in his body, which couldn't go away.

He raised the things in his hands: "Take the things away, I still have to do things."

Lu Yixuan obviously hadn't recovered from the shock, and kept his head down.

The prison guard said impatiently: "If you don't want it, just throw it away."

This sentence finally brought him back to his senses. He walked over and his eyes fell on the bag in the hands of the prison guard. There should be a lot of things in that heavy bag.

Lu Yixuan took the bag and looked at it, his eyes were sore at that time, what caught his eyes was a box of fish soup, and then two bottles of medicine for repairing the heart.

Did Lin Luo not want him to die?But how does he live like this now?

Lu Yixuan took out the contents of the bag one by one, and he saw An An's photo, which was taken when An An was three years old, and he accompanied him to the playground, wearing a red padded jacket, handsome and cute.

He wanted to check if there was a photo of Lin Luo in it, but there was no, Lin Luo refused to give him even a thought.

When he turned to the last interlayer, he touched a piece of paper. He gently touched it out and looked, tears flowed out immediately.

This is a picture drawn by An An, with six characters written crookedly on it.

— Two dads and me.

The heart really hurts, that kind of pain, it's so painful that I don't want to live.

The love-hate entanglement between him and Lin Luo for 12 years, not only love but also endless pain engraved on the bones.

The prison guard watched him kneeling on the ground looking at the contents of the bag, shook his head and left.

Lu Yixuan seemed to have been greatly shocked, his eyes that were originally dark jade color were now pitch black and empty, he couldn't see any light, and his whole heart was numb.

He kept staring at the painting in front of him, thinking about the picture of the three of them together when Lin Luo came back in those few days, that picture was just like this painting.

He deeply suppressed the pain in his heart, his body trembled, the fish soup was going to be cold, Lu Yixuan picked it up and scooped it into his mouth with a spoon.

The cold fish soup had a fishy smell, Lu Yixuan would never drink it before, but now this slightly fishy fish soup makes him feel that it is the most delicious food in the world.

The pot full of fish soup couldn't be finished at all, his stomach was full, and Lu Yixuan kept pouring it into his mouth, forcing it to finish.

Tears rolled down from the eyelashes, mixed with fish soup and drank into the mouth, the heart hurt more and more, from continuous slight pain to suffocating pain that could drive people crazy.

Lu Yixuan put down the fish soup in his hand, took the medicine with trembling hands, opened the medicine bottle and poured four pills into his mouth.

He had no water, so he could only swallow the four pills like this. The white pills gave off a bitter taste in his mouth, and finally swallowed into the esophagus, but his stomach twitched because of the smell of medicine.

The pills became even more bitter when they returned to his mouth. Lu Yixuan was so uncomfortable that he sweated coldly. He tightly covered his mouth, closed his eyes and let out a muffled grunt, swallowing the four pills that had turned into liquid.

Lu Yixuan hugged the bag and put it on the bed, and curled up into a ball. He put An An's photo in his chest pocket, and put An An's painting under his pillow.

Lu Yixuan actually understood why Lin Luo lied to him, maybe he wanted to let himself feel cheated.

At the beginning, he lied to him too much. He clearly said that he would get a divorce, but he lied to him, locked him at home, and lied to him that he would treat him well, but he never believed him, and even lost his child.

And what he said to the priest at the wedding.

What would take care of him for the rest of his life and never leave him? How did he say those lies back then?

When Lin Luo questioned him that he was not a person who broke his promise, he told him proudly that he was the one who lied to the priest.

Now the cycle of karma, Lin Luo also lied to him.

Lu Yixuan hugged that bag for an unknown amount of time, until the sky darkened, the prison guards came in and turned off the lights, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

The darker it was, the more lonely people felt, Lu Yixuan cried out without warning, there was no sound when he cried, but the tears kept falling down like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, and wet the pillow.

At night, she fell asleep drowsily and had a dream, dreaming that An An held the hand of a strange man and called him Daddy.

He rushed over, trying to stop the child and tell him that he was his daddy.

But An'an raised her head, looked at him in disgust, and said to him, you are a reform-through-labour prisoner.

Lu Yixuan was startled awake, his body covered in cold sweat.

He opened his mouth like a fish thrown ashore, breathing in pain, his heart throbbing.

The more people are afraid of something, the easier it is to have dreams.

After Lu Yixuan woke up, he kept reassuring himself that it was a nightmare, but only he knew that the dream might come true.

What Lin Luo said before leaving that day was imprinted on his ears like a branding iron.

He will find a man to marry, and let An An call someone else's daddy.

Lu Yixuan hugged his head tightly and buried it in the pillow, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The whole night was too long and too lonely.

Lu Yixuan lived like a walking corpse in the prison, taking medicine when he had a heart attack, and whenever he had other physical problems, the prison guards would quickly find a doctor to help him, just like a servant at home.

At first he didn't understand, but later he heard the prison guard say to the doctor: "The man inside must be taken care of so that he doesn't get sick. It's best to prescribe him some nutritional supplements and some resistance medicine."

The doctor nodded, and asked while prescribing the medicine: "Is the treatment in prison so good now? Life imprisonment and such good care."

"It's not that the treatment is good, it's that there are people outside who are covering him, specifically asking me to take good care of the good man and let him live longer."

The doctor was a little surprised when he heard the prison guard's words: "Live longer, don't you suffer in prison?"

The prison guard shrugged helplessly: "I don't know."

The task was issued from above, and he, a small prison guard, could only follow through.

Lu Yixuan heard it in his ears, and he didn't need to think about it, only Lin Luo would do such a thing.

He clearly remembered every word Lin Luo had said.

——I don't want you to die, I want you to live well, to live in humiliation, I want you to live in prison for the rest of your life, not to die, I want your personality and body to rot slowly inside, let You too have a taste of lowliness!

mean?

Lu Yixuan became more and more silent when he was locked in the prison. He could hardly speak during the day. When he was silent, he would hug his body, imitating Lin Luo's previous appearance, huddling in a corner, hugging his knees and burying his face in it .

When a person is silent, it is easy to think about many things. In the past, he was thinking about the future, but now he is constantly thinking about the past.

Memories of the past are like old photos that keep replaying in his mind.

There are pains and joys, all in all, they are the most precious in his life, and he will never forget them.

He thought that if he had a next life, he would take these memories with him.

Winter is coming gradually.

The bed in the prison was also covered with a thick quilt, but no matter how thick it was, Lu Yixuan was still very cold.

He fell ill and had a fever of 40 degrees that night. He struggled to breathe, and no one noticed him during the difficult winter night.

He curled up on the bed, arms wrapped around his shoulders.

The voice was hoarse and said: "Luo Luo, don't go, I know you despise me, think that I am cold-hearted, think that I don't mean anything, think that I am indifferent, think that I am not romantic, and now there is one more thing that thinks that I am ugly. It's not as good as before, my body is broken, my hair is gray, and my legs are weak..."

Lu Yixuan, who was burning in a daze, didn't know what he was talking about, he just felt uncomfortable all over, the outside was scalding like a small stove, but inside was like an ice cellar, his internal organs ached from the cold.

When he spoke again, his voice was weak and weak, "I used to force you... Now I can't keep you... You definitely don't want to follow me, but I still can't give up, obviously I should be dying Man, but I still want to wait for you..."

"I'm stupid, I don't know how to make you forgive me, but as long as you are willing to come back to me...I will take you to eat delicious food and play fun...I will accompany you to watch movies, accompany you to the playground, open your eyes It's you when you open your eyes, and it's you when you close your eyes..."

"Don't look at me like this, but I can cook. I don't need you to cook in the future, and I won't let you wait for me. We are together every day... okay?"

The next morning, when the prison guard found out that Lu Yixuan was sick, he had passed out, so he hurriedly called the doctor.

The doctor began to take Lu Yixuan's temperature, and his temperature had reached 44 degrees, which is considered super high fever.

And I don't know how long this temperature has lasted.

The prison guard saw the doctor's expression was a little uncomfortable, and asked anxiously, "How is it?"

"We'll talk about it when the fever subsides." I'm afraid that if the fever subsides, something will go wrong with my brain.

Having survived this illness, Lu Yixuan has lost weight, he really looks old, he was only in his 30s, but now he looks like a 50-year-old.

He no longer has the maturity and stability he once had, but only a gloomy and lifeless spirit.

He often stares at a photo or a painting for a long time, and the prison guards call him many times before he recovers and asks him to do things, and he also needs to react for a long time.

The prison guards knew that this was the sequelae of the last fever, which burned the man's brain.

Lu Yixuan lived like a walking corpse in prison. He didn't know how long he would live, but he knew he couldn't die because someone told him.

Keep him alive and he will come to see him.