After the wealthy divorced

This year, Wen Nanshu lived it by himself.Thousands of households outside were lit with warm lights, Wen Nanshu cleaned up the house very well, waited for the Spring Festival Gala in the living room, and made the last few dumplings.

On New Year's Eve, Han Jianian accompanied him to clean up the house in the afternoon. Knowing that he had no relatives, Han Jianian said he would stay here to accompany him for the New Year. He stayed there until after six o'clock in the afternoon before he had to be beaten by his family. The call back is called away, on New Year's Eve, to celebrate the harvest and joy at the end of the year, and to look forward to new expectations for the coming year. Who is not looking forward to a family reunion.

Wen Nanshu replied to Wei Siyan's text message. The dumplings he made were round and round. Judging from the appearance, they were longer than the quick-frozen dumplings in the supermarket. on the grate.It was no different from the ones he made in the past, but maybe because of the change of the lighting and environment, I always feel that the dumplings made tonight are more delicious.

I used to celebrate the New Year at Pei's house, and it was okay when the old man was there. Later, Grandpa Pei went abroad, and every year at Pei's house for the New Year, Fang Ling would boss around and give pointers. Another day when her group of little sisters came to the door, Fang Ling deliberately ordered him around in front of everyone like a servant, as if watching him embarrassed had become a New Year's entertainment.

Pei Yu never watched the Spring Festival Gala, and laughed at him for his poor taste. Afterwards, there were waves of people who wanted to curry favor with Pei Yu, or he followed Pei Yu to other dinner parties. Yu, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to get a glimpse of it in his whole life. He is cautious, for fear that he will embarrass Pei Yu if he makes a mistake, and walk on thin ice for a year.

As soon as the dumplings were cooked, the Spring Festival Gala began. The host’s smile was reflected by the gorgeous lights and stage, and several well-known stars set off the atmosphere as soon as they came on stage, presenting a chorus with a bright rhythm and a happy meaning.

The snow outside the window was getting lighter. Wen Nanshu saw that he was also eating dumplings in the sketch, and suddenly thought of Pei Yu. He wondered who made the dumplings he ate tonight, and whether it was to his liking. He always hated eating green dishes Dumplings stuffed with carrots will make you sick to your stomach in the middle of the night. For the New Year's Eve dinner, you must cook his favorite sweet and sour fish.

The spoon in his hand that was stirring the dumplings in the pot stopped in a daze, and the steam of water hit his face unsuspectingly, it was only when Wen Nanshu came to his senses that he gave a soft, bitter smile.

For so many years, he loves Pei Yu long ago to the deepest bone marrow and tends to instinct, just like the natural reflex condition of the human body, how can it be possible to quit the drug that has been in the blood for a long time, and stop loving it if you say you don't love it Woolen cloth.

It was the idea that Wei Siyan gave him that day that saved him. Let him tell Pei Yu first that he doesn't love him anymore. Don't think about anything. Saying the words is tantamount to subconsciously cutting himself off. It won't hurt as much as falling again and again.

The mobile phone on the coffee table rang suddenly, Wen Nanshu wiped his hands, and Grandpa Pei's note flashed on the screen.

Wen Nanshu still answered the phone, "Grandpa, happy new year, how are you doing over there?"

Mr. Pei had a low index in the previous period, and he didn't come back from Vancouver during the Chinese New Year. The old man was very happy to hear his voice. After all, it was the child he had set his eyes on.

"Or do you know that you care about me, an old man, and call that stinky boy Pei Yu, and I want to slap him for two sentences. What job is so important when you go to Europe for the New Year's Eve. You didn't go with him?"

It turned out that Pei Yu wasn't even in China. Judging from his tone, Pei Yu didn't tell Grandpa Pei that the two were getting divorced. Wen Nanshu thought about it and decided not to tell the old man.

"He is on a business trip in Europe, and his schedule should be very tight, so he doesn't have much time."

Mr. Pei asked a few more questions about how the family was doing, whether Fang Ling was angry with him, and Wen Nanshu reported everything was fine, saying that everything was fine.Mr. Pei was relieved, and remembered Pei Yu's downcast look on the phone just now. He hadn't scolded a few words about leaving his wife to go to Europe alone during the Chinese New Year, so he said first: " I want Wen Nanshu to come with me quickly, I don't care if I don't want this business, but he doesn't talk to me, grandpa, what's the use of scolding me. "

"Xiaoshu, did you quarrel with that brat? What nonsense did he do to make you angry again? Don't be as knowledgeable as him. Tell grandpa that after a while, grandpa will return to China, and then I will clean him up for you."

Wen Nanshu remembered that next month would be Grandma Pei's death day, but Grandpa Pei would definitely come back.

"No... Grandpa, Pei Yu is fine. He even said he missed you a few days ago."

Mr. Pei didn't believe it, so he asked a few more questions carefully, and didn't feel relieved until Wen Nanshu said that he was really fine. After all, he is an elder, so it's not good for him to meddle in the affairs of his grandchildren all the time. quarreling.

Wen Nanshu talked with Mr. Pei on the phone for a while. The only one in the Pei family who really loves him is Grandpa Pei. Even though his marriage with Pei Yu has come to an end, everyone who has loved him is very important to him. It is precious.

At the end, the tone unconsciously told Grandpa Pei to eat less sweets, as if he was telling a child. Grandpa Pei liked him from the bottom of his heart, and smiled as he listened, just like having an extra grandson.

Wen Nanshu hung up the phone, the cross talk show was already on the TV, the living room returned to silence, only the bursts of laughter from the TV were left.

Wen Nanshu arranged the bowls and chopsticks by himself, ate the dumplings, and put his mind and eyes on him for many years. This time, he was finally able to watch the Spring Festival Gala with the live broadcast.

Whenever Pei Yu is mentioned, whether it is Wei Siyan, or just pretending to be calm, saying that he is not in pain, and that his heart to continue loving without being shaken is false. Pei Yu was once in the dust, standing on tiptoe and looking up. The unreachable bright galaxy.

But every inch of Pei Yu's light was like an extremely sharp blade to him. That night he endured the bone-piercing pain and cramp before going down the mountain. Pei Yu's figure seemed to be connected to that night in his heart. As long as he closes his eyes, all the disappointment and despair he has accumulated over the years will hit his face like a slap in the face.

Wen Nanshu silently stuffed the dumplings into his mouth one by one. He was too thin, but the hardness and repression he endured for a long time were all defeated by the impregnable gold soup in the laughter of the family reunion at the end of the year, and collapsed little by little.

He is too despicable, he is most afraid of such a little concern, such a little fire, so is Pei Yu, as long as he is given a little light, he can chase after him, and the pain in his chest can't stop getting more and more painful, like being bitten by someone. The hole was torn open, obviously now he only needs to be alone and get used to it, just like when he was in the orphanage, as long as the lively fireworks can get a little bit from others, it is enough for him to embrace comfort .

At this moment, the door lock of the living room rang suddenly.

Wen Nanshu knocked over the chopsticks in a hurry, hastily suppressed his emotions and turned around,

It's Han Jianian.

There was snowflakes on his head that would not melt in the future, his eyes were bright, and he raised his hand and shook the takeaway bag in his hand: "Brother Wen, Happy New Year, I still can't forget it, I want to come and eat the dumplings made by you."