The actor wants to get a divorce

Fu Ran silently took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"If it were you, would you let it go?"

Jiang Yichen paused for a long time, then filled Fu Ran's glass again: "Just make up your own mind, and come to my place often when you have time."

Fu Ran seemed to be drunk, and finally lay down on the table talking in his sleep.

Gu Qing asked to carry him to the guest room.

Fu Ran murmured in a daze: "Xiaoyang Xiaoyang, I'm sorry, I'm out of wine, I'm going to take a bath right away, don't be angry

Gu Qing was taken aback.

Five years after Lin Yang left, he still remembered Lin Yang's habit of loathing the smell of tobacco and alcohol.

Lu Qingrang looked at the very drunk man on the bed, sighed softly, and immediately closed the door for him.

Go to sleep, Fu Ran.

There must be the Xiaoyang you most want to see in your dream.

The tenth year since Lin Yang's death.

Fu Xiangxi is 15 years old.

Already has the appearance of a small adult.

The figure of the young man is like a willow tree in spring, growing vigorously, and tall and straight like a green pine, handsome and fierce.

Obviously he was more like him when he was a child, but no matter how Fu Ran looked at it, he felt that he was more and more like Lin Yang.

Fu Ran was very pleased with the youthful innocence and the stability of an adult.

After graduating from junior high school, Fu Xiangxi chose to continue her studies at Mingcheng High School.

For Fu Xiangxi, the school that gave birth to the love of his two fathers has a status that no other school can match.

No matter how busy she is with her studies, Fu Xiangxi will always go home on Friday to accompany Fu Ran.

His father was too lonely.

During the years when he was growing up, his father always gave him the impression of a gentle and warm smile, he tolerated everything about himself, and even when he made a mistake, he never said a serious word.

The only time Fu Ran hit him was when he was ten years old. He was arguing and going out to play, but he forgot that it was supposed to be the second father's memorial day.

Fu Ran used the feather duster at home and slapped his palms twice.

Not heavy, far less than the level of the lesson.

Later, he woke up in a daze from his sleep, and saw Fu Ran sitting by his bed, carefully applying the swelling ointment to his hands.

Fu Xiangxi still remembers that expression of self-blame and discomfort to this day.

From then on, he never made Fu Ran angry again.

He studied hard, was friendly, and while the other kids were having fun, he was already learning about business.

He wanted to be the one to share the pressure and responsibility for Fu Ran as soon as possible.

Today, in the third year of senior high school entrance examination, Fu Xiangxi, a sophomore in high school, rarely had an early holiday, so he went to the supermarket to buy some beef and vegetables, planning to go back and eat hot pot with Fu Ran.

Fu Ran opened the door, took the big and small bags of vegetables from his son, and walked to the kitchen while saying, "Next week is your uncle's birthday, have you prepared any presents?"

"It's all ready, don't worry."

Fu Xiangxi picked up the apron and tied it on her body, and arranged the ingredients with Fu Ran.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but Fu Ran's birthday is on the same day as Lin Yan's.

Fu Ran felt ashamed of being with the Lin family, so for ten years, Fu Xiangxi went to celebrate Lin Yan's birthday.

Fu Xiangxi washed a potato in the water: "Dad, let me celebrate your birthday with you this year. Anyway, uncle is accompanied by Uncle Feng Jin."

Fu Ran: "As long as you have the heart, don't make it hard for me to be a man in front of your uncle."

Fu Xiangxi couldn't help frowning: "Dad, don't you feel lonely?"

Fu Ran was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head and cut off a piece of potato, his voice hoarse: "I'm used to it."

The older Fu Xiangxi grows up, the less time he can spend with Fu Ran.

The son has his own life, his own friends, his own hobbies.

Fu Ran also didn't want to tie him by his side.

Especially after Fu Xiangxi went to high school, he only came back one or two days a week.

A lot of days were suddenly emptied, which made Fu Ran a little uncomfortable.

It's been ten years.

He seldom thinks of Lin Yang on his own initiative, and he doesn't even dream of him in his dreams anymore.

I also started to go out with my friends, and like many years, I lived a sensual life.

This year, Fu Ran met a man who looked a lot like Lin Yang.

When he saw him for the first time, his whole heart was about to explode. Like crazy, he silently followed behind that man, watching him for a whole day.

Until the man disappeared into the crowd.

When my friends heard about it later, they were all gearing up to help Fu Ran find him, but Fu Ran stopped them all.

"I don't want others to be Xiaoyang's substitute. To Xiaoyang, it's too insulting. He is unique."

This year, Fu Ran also met a very suitable person.

He is a good family man.

He was very kind to Fu Ran, and he was also very kind to Fu Xiangxi. He cooked soup every day and sent it to Fu Ran's company and Fu Xiangxi's school.

Friends let Fu Ran take good care of it. At 43 years old, it's time to find someone to stabilize.

Even Fu Xiangxi agreed: "Dad, I think Uncle Ding is pretty good. Anyway, I'm getting older. It's time for you to think about your own personal problems. You can't be a bachelor all your life."

Uncle Ding is gentle and considerate, and even went to school to give him an umbrella when it rained. It's hard to find such a good man with a lantern.

Fu Ran: "It's because your Uncle Ding is a good person that I can't delay him."

Fu Xiangxi knew it was over when he heard this, and sighed: "Dad, you might as well become a monk."

Fu Ran smiled, "If you want to blame, blame your second dad, who made him so domineering, occupying your dad and my heart for 20 years and refused to move his seat."

When Lin Yang passed away, Fu Xiangxi was still very young. One of the few memories he had of Lin Yang was that vague figure squatting in front of him in the warm afternoon that day, saying gently one by one

"You have to protect Dad for him."

Fu Xiangxi frowned, trying desperately to recall that face: "What kind of person is Second Dad?"

Fu Ran's brows were tinged with softness and complacency: "He is the best man in the world."

Fu Xiangxi curled his lips: "It's too partial. If the second father is still there, I probably won't have a place in this family."

Fu Ran shamelessly admitted: "That's natural, how can you compare to my Xiaoyang."

Fu Xiangxi rolled a big white eye.

This year Fu Xiangxi came back from Lin Yan's birthday banquet and gave Fu Ran a surprise.

"Dad, uncle said, I agree with you to pay homage to Second Dad."

Fu Ran was washing dishes in the kitchen. When he heard the news, his hands shook, and the dishes fell to the ground, smashing with a "bang one by one".

He turned his head, his eyes were bloodshot, "Really?"

Fu Xiangxi smiled: "What did I lie to you for? If you don't believe me, you can call and ask yourself."

For ten years, Fu Ran has not had a single newcomer around him.

From the age of 33 to 43, he waited obsessively for a person who would never come back, and Lin Yan's hatred for him had long since dissipated.

Fu Ran froze in place for a long time, his breathing accelerated suddenly, his expression flustered, and he was at a loss.

It took him a long time to react, washed his hands, turned around and went to the bedroom to find clothes in the closet.

Fu Xiangxi looked at him changing clothes one after another, helplessly; "Dad, you are not going on a blind date."

Fu Ran's palms were full of sweat, he picked out a fairly formal black suit and put it on, and asked Fu Xiangxi; "Does this suit look good?"

Fu Xiangxi gave a thumbs up: "My dad is the most handsome in the world."

After Fu Ran changed his clothes, he went to the bathroom to shave in front of the mirror, tidying himself up neatly.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he frowned slightly.

I don't know if Xiaoyang will dislike him for being old.

In fact, he has no wrinkles at all. No one would doubt that he is 30 years old.

Fu Ran fiddled back and forth for more than an hour before going out.

When passing by the flower shop, Fu Xiangxi said, "Dad, why don't you buy a bunch of flowers?"

Fu Ran nodded, and went to the flower shop to have someone wrap a bouquet of 99 roses.

Fu Xiangxi snickered, his father was really killing people when he became romantic.

He could even imagine how sweet it must have been when his dad and second dad fell in love.

"Everyone brings chrysanthemums when visiting graves, but you should bring roses."

Fu Ran smiled softly, and flicked his fingers twice on the bright petals.

"I promised him that I would send him roses every day."

Fu Ran's nose couldn't help but feel sour.

In the cemetery in the evening, the sky is full of sunset.

The man he loves the most has been buried here for ten years.

It's been ten years.

It's been ten years.

Standing in front of Lin Yang's tombstone, Fu Ran was in a daze for a moment.

Fu Xiangxi knew that he must have a lot of whispers to tell Lin Yang, so he only bowed to Lin Yang and left first.

Fu Ran stared at the photo of Lin Yang on the tombstone for a long time before he squatted down slowly and gently put the rose on the ground.

"Xiaoyang, I'm sorry I came to see you so late."

When he spoke, his voice became hoarse.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm pretty good, and Xiang Xi is also pretty good. In a year or two, he'll be almost as tall as me."

"I miss you so much, Xiaoyang."

He sat in front of Lin Yang's tomb, chattering for a long time, until the night fell and the whole sky became silent and dimmed, then he got up, and gently kissed the cold tombstone.

"See you tomorrow, Xiaoyang."

Back in the car, Fu Xiangxi asked, "What did you say to Second Dad?"

Fu Ran: "Secret."

Fu Xiangxi: "Did you say I love you?"

Fu Ran: "He knows."

From that day on, Fu Ran would take a bouquet of roses to sit in front of Lin Yang's tomb every day.

Sometimes I don't speak, just stare at the tombstone for a while, and then leave.

At the end of the year, Fu Ran went to help Fu Xiangxi hold a parent meeting.

After many years, he returned to Mingcheng High School again.

Only this time, Lin Yang was missing by his side.

After the parent meeting, Fu Ran suddenly wanted to go to the playground.

Many students are playing basketball on the basketball court.

Fu Ran stared at the lively students, his throat trembling.

Fu Xiangxi couldn't hear Fu Ran's voice for a long time, and subconsciously turned to look at it

I saw Fu Ran staring at the direction of the basketball court from afar, two lines of tears rolling down from his eyes.

Fu Xiangxi's heart tightened suddenly.

This was the first and last time he saw his father's tears since he was young.Fu Ran's Adam's apple rolled twice, and his voice was hoarse: "Xiang Xi, do you know? That's where Dad fell in love with him.

Fu Xiangxi gently held Fu Ran's hand, "He knows, doesn't he?"

The No.13 year of Lin Yang's death.

Fu Xiangxi is about to come of age.

For the child's coming-of-age ceremony, Lin Yan took the initiative to let go of the barrier and invited Fu Ran to join him at that time.

After the college entrance examination in June, Fu Xiangxi went crazy and disappeared.

As soon as he got home, he hid in the room with his mobile phone in his arms, and Fu Ran was slow to ask him to eat.

Fu Ran looked at the smirk on his son's face and knew it in his heart.

At dinner, he couldn't help asking: "Which family's child? Boy or girl?"