Absurd marriage

The second floor.

Gu Yun was still immersed in the sound of playing the zither, when a hand suddenly clamped his wrist and dragged him out of the chair without any explanation, Sheng Jisong's voice fell over his head and face: "Who allowed you to touch this zither?! "

Gu Yun didn't want to make trouble today, but being pulled over by this made her feel rebellious: "I touch it if I want to, and I still need you to nod?"

"This is my gift to Jiang Zheng." Sheng Jisong said every word: "You're dirty."

Gu Yun thought this person was ridiculously hypocritical: "Let me remind you, this piano is indeed dirty, but I didn't touch it. It was already dirty when it was bought from your hands."

Sheng Jisong didn't realize until a year later that for a long time after marriage, the stinging words uttered by Gu Yun were precisely Jiang Zheng's truest thoughts. Still quite confident.

"You are not qualified to point fingers at what I gave Jiang Zheng! Get out!"

Gu Yun approached Sheng Jisong, put on a pure and innocent expression like a rabbit, but said in a fox's tone: "Do you dare to say 'scroll' to me?"

Someone can only change his words: "...please, you, go, go."

"Well, this is the attitude you should have towards your benefactor."

Gu Yun broke away from Sheng Jisong's hand. He took a tour around the piano room, and found that many of the furnishings were bought by him back then. In the silver hollowed-out vase, there were still vigorous red roses. His eyes finally fell. On that battered sheet music.

This piano score was compiled by him in those years.

He lived in a harsh living environment since he was a child, and he witnessed violence and blood almost every day. This kind of childhood shadow was branded in his bones, and he couldn't really get out even if he was immersed in the "honey jar".

Jiang Zheng wanted to learn the piano, not because he wanted to be arty, nor because he wanted to fit into an upper-class family like the Sheng family. He just wanted to let his baby get in touch with the beauty of this world earlier through music, and hoped that his child's life would be as soft and bright as music. That's all.

The repertoire of prenatal education is mixed, each piece was collected by Jiang Zheng and bound together, this is how this sheet music, the cover of the sheet music, and a red heart drawn by a fool who was immersed in love back then.

When Jiang Zheng drew this love heart full of hope and expectation for the future, he never thought that he was only one step away from death, and he never thought that the baby in his womb would not even have a chance to be born. On the future.

This piano was originally chosen for the child, now that the child is gone, what is Sheng Jisong pretending to be here? !He didn't know what kind of feelings Jiang Zheng really placed on this piano.

He injected cheap and belated love into the baby's relic, which really made Jiang Zheng queasy!

Gu Yun felt uncomfortable, so he wanted to vent. He almost viciously exposed Sheng Jisong Luozhi's illusion: "You claimed that Jiang Zheng was your first wife, but in fact, your marriage relationship is not legally recognized, because you When registering the marriage, Jiang Zheng had already fallen into the sea, right?"

Sheng Jisong's face was ugly: "What do you want to say?"

"I just remind you that the so-called marriage between you and Jiang Zheng has become a thing of the past. I, Gu Yun, and your marriage contract are protected by the alliance law. After marriage, our property is shared. This house , is yours and mine, now, I ask you to clean up everything related to Jiang Zheng."

He didn't want to face the traces of his past foolishness.

This request obviously stepped on Sheng Jisong's tail: "It's absolutely impossible! Don't push yourself!"

"You don't agree?" Gu Yun casually picked up the sheet music and flipped through it. Sheng Jisong immediately raised his hand to snatch it, obviously unwilling to let him touch it. In an instant, the 60-page score was completely torn, and the paper was scattered in the air, falling to the ground in embarrassment like the feathers of a bird when it fled.

Sheng Jisong showed a distraught look, as if he was annoyed by his recklessness just now, he stretched out his hand and clumsily picked up the music scores, even forgetting his anger.

Gu Yun stood and looked down at this tall man. He squatted in a piece of white paper, his body shrank by half, and the shadow on the wall was like a wounded beast. His sadness was silent.

Gu Yun heard her own voice say, "Very good, this is the cleaning method I want."

"Including those photos in the living room, you cleaned them up as soon as possible. Don't put them under my nose to be annoying."

He originally thought that Sheng Jisong would burst into anger, but the man didn't make a sound until he walked out of the room.

Until the evening, the dinner was served, but there was no sign of the man. Qibo ordered the soup while explaining: "Mr. has something to go out."

"Where did you go?"

"...he didn't say..."

Gu Yun scooped up a spoonful of warm chicken soup and put it into his mouth, and asked unhurriedly, "Are you coming back tonight?"

"...It should be back." Beads of sweat had already appeared on the butler's forehead.

"You call and tell him that we want to have dinner together, and I will wait for him to come back before using chopsticks."

That being said, Gu Yun drank the soup very diligently.

Looking at the fact that this contradicted his speech, Qi Bo held his mobile phone and was in a dilemma for a while.

Young master Gu asked the servant to slice a piece of roast duck, tasted it and praised it was good, after the compliment, he realized that Qibo was still in trouble, and said: "Tell him, if I don't come back, I will go on a hunger strike, that's all!"

As he spoke, he burped.

Butler Qi couldn't stand this weird Young Master Gu, so he had to call Sheng Jisong and repeat the sentence, Sheng Jisong hung up the phone without expressing his opinion.

Gu Yun knew that he wished to starve to death by himself, but how could this be possible?

He drank bird's nest porridge and was in a good mood.

It is impossible to go on a hunger strike, and it is impossible to go on a hunger strike in this life, but you still have to be firm in your mouth.

Gu Yun didn't call to urge him again, he was betting that Sheng Jisong wouldn't dare not come back.

The royal family allowed him seven days of marriage leave, and during these seven days, he should be with his new wife.

More importantly, the Gu family was also watching.

Sheng Jisong always had to worry about the possible consequences of Gu Yun's hunger strike. Within seven days of getting married, Yu Xiao had already made two trips to Gu's house, and the incident was only three. If Gu Yun fell ill again, even the doctor might not be able to bear it.

After eating and drinking, Young Master Gu went upstairs to take a comfortable bath, and then lay down on the bed to read.

He always kept an eye on the time, before 12 o'clock, Sheng Jisong still had a chance to come to him to regret his absence from dinner.

As night fell, the hour hand finally slid to the number 12, Sheng Jisong did not seize this opportunity.

Gu Yun wrapped himself in a knitted coat and went downstairs. In the middle of the night, the servants and the housekeeper had rested. He walked lightly and made little movement when the lights were turned on.

As long as there are lights, the living room of the Sheng Mansion will be as bright as a palace, contrasting sharply with the miserable wind and rain outside, a world and a hell.

Gu Yun put together the six photo frames in the living room, and then took out the photos one by one.

These photos are all Jiang Zheng, the former Jiang Zheng.

Jiang Zheng in Sheng Jisong's arms, Jiang Zheng reading on the bed, Jiang Zheng practicing guns on the shooting range, Jiang Zheng knocking crabs on the dining table, and a photo of him in uniform standing outside the secretariat with his head held high.

If photos can speak, then the eyes of the characters are the "mouths" that confide. Gu Yun sees childishness, innocence, and more stupidity.

A fool, but he was forced by fate to do a life-saving deed, and that's all, why should he be soft-handed?Why be emotional?

So it deserved what happened.

Gu Yun picked up a photo and lit the flame of the lighter on the corner of the photo. The blue and yellow flames slowly rose up, and the ashes spread to his face in the frozen frame.

Jiang Zheng destroyed all the traces of the past, feeling a sense of refreshment, as if he had really transformed into another soul, grabbing the self who was deceived by love three years ago, burning a photo, that is, slapping, burning The more he was beaten, the harder he beat him, the happier he was until the burn was exhausted, then he let go of his stupid self, asking him to change his mind and become a more selfish person in this life.

When he burned the sixth photo, there was a noise at the door, indicating that Sheng Jisong had returned.