The actor wants to get a divorce

Fu Ran's cause of death was heart failure.

No one knew why he suddenly suffered from heart failure. Before the accident, his body was normal at all.

Jiang Yichen was silent for a long time when he learned of Fu Ran's death.

Knowing that he was not feeling well, Lu Qingrang gently gave him a hug.

"Jiang Yigou, you can cry if you want to."

Jiang Yichen hugged Gu Qingrang tightly, as if wanting to feel his hot temperature, his voice was low and hoarse.

"I'm not that uncomfortable, I guessed it a long time ago."

From the day of Fu Xiangxi's coming-of-age ceremony, he had been vaguely aware that Fu Ran was leaving.

That night, Fu Ran suddenly asked him out for dinner and talked a lot about their childhood.

When parting, he suddenly hugged himself solemnly.

The last words she said to him were: "Xiang Xi is still young, so I will count on you guys in the future."

He is not a fool, he can hear the meaning of farewell in Fu Ran's words.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded, and also solemnly promised him: "Okay, don't worry."

That was the last time he and Fu Ran saw each other.

And then, Fa Xiao, whom he had known since he was six years old, waved at him and stepped into the crowd returning home in the evening without looking back.

Gradually disappeared.

Jiang Yichen's throat was astringent, "You know what? When I was notified that he was gone, my first reaction was not sadness, but relief."

Lu Qingrang sat down in front of him and listened to him quietly.

"It's been 13 years. Fu Ran hasn't let go of it for a single day. Living is a kind of torture for him. If this is his own choice, I'm happy for him." Jiang Yichen's eyes were flushed, "I'm just so sorry , he and Lin Yang"

They shouldn't have ended up like this.

Lu Qingrang held Jiang Yichen's hand tightly, "They must have met now."

Jiang Yichen smiled sarcastically, "We can't be together when we are alive, and we have nothing left when we die. It's just self-consolation. Besides, Lin Yang has been dead for 13 years."

Lu Qingrang frowned, and said stubbornly: "No, they will definitely meet. Brother Yang likes Fu Ran so much, he will wait for Fu Ran for many years."

I hope this time, Fu Ran can hold Brother Yang's hand tightly.

Fu Xiangxi was still young, and his uncles helped organize Fu Ran's funeral.

Since Fu Ran's death, Fu Xiangxi's mood has been very low.

Lin Yan asked him to move to his place and live with Feng Jin, so that he could quickly get over the grief of Fu Ran's death.

Regarding Fu Ran's funeral, it was Lin Yan who brought it up on his own initiative.

Anyway, Fu Ran's parents have passed away, so let's keep everything simple, cremate him quickly, and send the ashes to be buried with Lin Yang.

During Fu Ran's lifetime, he was against him almost everywhere, and he never gave Fu Ran any good looks. After Fu Ran's death, Fu Ran's last wish was finally fulfilled.

Let him and Lin Yang live and die together.

Feng Jin said with emotion: "Then I have to thank you for Mr. Fu, he must be very happy."

Lin Yan curled his lips coldly, "It's because of my brother's face."

Lin Yan sent someone to re-carve the tombstone.

Those who carved tombstones rarely encountered two men buried together, and they didn't know how to write it for a while.

Lin Yan was silent for a long time, then sighed, "Just write about husband and wife."

On the day of Fu Ran's burial, the photo was replaced on the tombstone.

The photo was carefully selected by Lin Yan and Feng Jin.

It was selected from the stack of old photos of Fu Ran and Lin Yang when they were teenagers that Fu Ran hadn't seen until his death.

They were about 20 years old, standing side by side under a cherry blossom tree, facing the camera, with a bright smile and a gentle smile.

The cherry blossoms scattered all over the sky are like a heavy snow in a bright spring day.

At the end of the funeral, Fu Xiangxi delivered a speech with red eyes.

After reading just two pages, the child who had just grown up broke down in tears.

Feng Jin quickly hugged him in his arms and went to rest.

When Fu Xiangxi was sorting out Fu Ran's belongings, he found something called a suicide note that he left for himself.

There is only a short line of Fu Ran's flamboyant and phoenix dance on it.

[Xiang Xi, Xiaoyang has been waiting for me for many years, I'm going to find him, take care of yourself, dad is very selfish, I'm sorry. 】

Fu Xiangxi held the piece of paper and sat beside the bed crying bitterly.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

He should be the one to apologize.

He was the one who occupied Fu Ran for 13 years.

Let him endure the pain and loneliness of his lover leaving.

13 years.

"Dad, how did you survive?"

Wen Yingfeng heard the movement in the house in the living room, ran in quickly, and hugged Fu Xiangxi.

Fu Xiangxi burst into tears, "Yingfeng, my dad is in pain. He has been in pain all these years. I was so stupid to think that he really let go of him and lived for me for these 13 years."

So as soon as he became an adult, Fu Ran couldn't wait to leave.

Thinking of that day, in the steaming hot pot, Fu Ran proudly said to him,

"How can you compare to my Xiaoyang?"

Fu Xiangxi's tears couldn't help rolling down.

Yes, not as good, far worse.

So he went to find his Xiaoyang.

Wen Yingfeng wiped his tears in a hurry, "Xiang Xi, don't be sad. Your father will be sad when he sees it."

Fu Xiangxi wiped away tears fiercely, grabbed Wen Yingfeng's hand, gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Will he be sad?"

"He won't be sad!"

If he was really sad, why would he leave him behind in the second week of his adulthood? The son he has raised for 13 years said no, and he would throw such a big company and so many shares to him , I don't think about him at all, he is still in school, can he manage a good company, and can he come here busy!

"He's not sure how happy he is with his second father now, he can't control my life or death."

Fu Xiangxi gritted his teeth: "This old bastard! I won't go to see him in the future."

Wen Yingfeng smiled softly, "If he really meets the person he most wants to see, shouldn't we be happy for Uncle?"

Fu Xiangxi was silent, he clenched Wen Yingfeng's hand tightly, and after a long time, he gave a soft "hmm".

On the first seven days, Fu Xiangxi went to visit the graves of Fu Ran and Lin Yang.

He took all the photos from Lin Yan's place and burned them to Fu Ran one by one.

"Dad, I gave you all the photos, you can take a look at them yourself."

Fu Xiangxi stared at the smiling faces of the two on the tombstone, and smiled softly.

"Don't worry, Yingfeng and I will be fine. I will let myself grow up and become more responsible. When I marry Yingfeng back, I will bring him to kowtow to you and Second Dad."

Fu Xiangxi said in a deep voice, "This time, you must not lose Second Dad again."

After he finished speaking, he was silent for a moment, and smiled obediently at Lin Yang.

"Second Dad, Xiang Xi now has someone she wants to protect."

"Your own people, you have to protect yourself."

"In the past 13 years, he missed you very much. When you see him, you must give him a hug."

When I left the cemetery, it was also an evening when the sunset was flying.

There are clusters of red clouds in the sky, looking from a distance, it looks like a pair of lovers who are kissing.

Fu Xiangxi raised her head and basked in the gentle light for a long time, then raised her feet and ran towards Wen Yingfeng who was waiting by the road with a smile.

He held Wen Yingfeng's hand and went home with him.

I don't know if many years ago, his two fathers, like him and Yingfeng, held hands and walked towards their vigorous and unforgettable future.

The evening breeze is warm and intoxicating, and the years are quiet.

"Brother? Brother Ran?"

Fu Ran was woken up in a drowsy drowsiness.

He subconsciously opened his eyes, recognized the person in front of him, and subconsciously said, "Ji An?"

Ji An frowned, "Brother, can I go back? I still have class tomorrow?"

Fu Ran stared at Ji An's face for a long time, then sat up suddenly from the bed as if he had realized it.

He looked around and recognized that this was his apartment in Wenchang Garden.

He doesn't spend the night here very often, the only time

Fu Ran's pupils suddenly dilated.

Isn't this what happened 13 years ago?

Ji An was startled by the expression on Fu Ran's face.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Fu Ran's throat was hoarse: "I'm fine."

As soon as the words fell, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

Ji An: "" Is this all right?

Burning pain spread from the skin, Fu Ran's fingertips pressed the hot and numb cheeks, and his eyes were red.

"It hurts, it's not a dream, it's not a dream."

Ji An was about to speak, but Fu Ran was already crazy, pushing him aside, looking for his phone in a panic.

He flipped through the photo frame on the bedside table, then grabbed his phone and glanced at the time on it.

Then suddenly laughed.

really 13 years ago

He actually went back to 13 years ago.

Ji An was completely panicked: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Ran turned to look at him, "Ji An, you should go back tonight."

"Hey? You don't need to ask me to act for Lin Yang?"

"Play a fart!"

Xiaoyang is still alive, has not yet obtained a certificate with Jinmocheng, has not had advanced gastric cancer, has not suffered from subsequent illnesses, and has not had the 13 years when he was alone.

Everything is still in time.

Fu Ran grabbed his coat and ran out the door like crazy.

He remembers this day 13 years ago.

Xiao Yang came to apologize to him in a low voice, he intentionally made Xiao Yang wait at the door of the apartment where no one lived all night, and then threw him out of the house after he knelt down

That is, not long after, Xiaoyang obtained a certificate with Jinmocheng at the most vulnerable moment, and then he imprisoned Xiaoyang because of anger and jealousy, until Xiaoyang vomited blood in the apartment.

Fu Ran ran out of the apartment with weak feet. He didn't want to die in a car accident just after he was reborn, so he stopped a taxi by the side of the road.

"Master, please take me to Jinjiang Garden, hurry up!"

Xiaoyang, I'm sorry.

This time, I don't want your apology, I don't want you to be humble, I will stop future nightmares, and I will hold your hand tightly.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the gate of Jinjiang Garden.

Fu Ran took out two banknotes and handed them to the driver: "You don't need to look for it."

Then he ran upstairs in one breath.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw a person sitting at the door of the apartment.

The thin body was hugged tightly, with his head buried in his arms, like a stray puppy.

In 13 years, seeing this figure again, Fu Ran's eyes turned red instantly.

"Xiaoyang?"

When his name was called, the man's shoulders trembled, and then he raised his head slightly—