The actor wants to get a divorce

Lin Zhaozhi suddenly wanted to see his reaction, and bent his lips to give him an affirmative reply.

[Well, group post. 】

Ji An rested his chin on his knees, curled up his fingers, and took a breath of hot air around his mouth to warm up before continuing to type.

[It's too perfunctory, can you be a little more sincere?Can't you send me a separate one? 】

Lin Zhaozhi made a voice call to him.

Ji An almost jumped up from the ground.

"Fuck!"

He frantically connected and put it next to his ear, "Hello?"

"Happy New Year."

Ji An was stunned for a while; "You...why are you calling me..."

While talking to him, Lin Zhaozhi looked at him standing under the streetlight, bewildered, "Didn't you say that? If I want to be sincere, I'll call you in person. Is it sincere?"

Ji An scratched his hair: "Then am I the first one tonight?"

Lin Zhaozhi was silent for a while, "No."

"Oh." Ji An leaned against the lamppost.

Lin Zhaozhi: "What are you doing now?"

Ji An: "At home, where else can I go for the New Year's Eve, of course I will watch the Spring Festival Gala with my parents."

Lin Zhaozhi looked at Ji An with some amusement.

at home?

The dim streetlight fell on Ji An's body, covering his whole body with a hazy soft light. He grabbed his phone, shook his head, and played with drawing circles on his own shadow with his toes.

Lin Zhaozhi didn't understand what the meaning of his lying was.

He just felt that the thin Ji An was inexplicably pitiful on this day of family reunion.

"It's very quiet over there, it doesn't look like you are at home."

Ji An: "Uh... I'm in the house. I just drank some wine and got dizzy. I want to find a place to be quiet. Damn, I have a lot of children, and they all surround me, causing me a headache."

"is it?"

Ji An: "That's right. Let me tell you, what I hate the most is the Chinese New Year. Lin Zhaozhi: "Yeah. "

No wonder it ran out.

"Don't talk about me anymore, Director Lin, are you at home now?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "In Jiangcheng, at the house of my grandparents."

Ji An straightened his back suddenly: "Are you also in Jiangcheng?"

"Ah."

"Then when are you leaving?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "Let's finish the New Year."

Ji An: "Then come out to play when you are free?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "Let's talk about it, I have to leave relatives."

Ji An lowered his head again: "Oh."

For a while, no one spoke on the phone. After a long time, Lin Zhaozhi said, "I'm hanging up."

"Okay... then what, Director Lin, happy new year."

Lin Zhaozhi cut off the phone.

He let out a breath, glanced at Ji An again, then turned and went upstairs.

Back inside, he walked to the window and glanced downstairs.

Ji An is no longer there.

When Ji An returned to the apartment, he found someone squatting in front of his house.

"Who?"

That head lifted up all of a sudden, it was Ji Rulang.

"Fuck!" Ji An's face turned pale, and he turned to run.

"Get out of here!" Ji Rulang rushed forward, grabbed Ji An by the collar, and pushed him against the wall.

He grabbed Ji An's ear with his backhand.

Ji An grinned with painful canthus and almost knelt down for his brother.

Really nothing interesting.

"Brother, brother! Let go! Your ear is going to be pulled off! It hurts!"

Ji Rulang let go of his hand and slapped him on the head, "Where the hell have you been?"

Ji An rubbed his red ears and said in a low voice, "Just a few friends out for dinner."

"It's Chinese New Year, who doesn't go home for the New Year, can I accompany you out for dinner?"

Ji An smiled: "You don't understand that, I have a few friends who are away from home, and there is no holiday for the Chinese New Year, so I can't go back, so I ordered a New Year's Eve dinner outside, and they just left."

Ji Rulang sneered, "Don't fucking talk nonsense in front of me, can you believe one of your words?"

"Brother, I've always been a liar in your heart? Why don't you smell the hot pot smell on me?"

Ji An handed his arm in front of Ji Rulang.

Ji Rulang: "Get rolling!"

Ji An slipped out from under Ji Rulang's arms, "That's great, you little one, just get lost."

"Come back." Ji Rulang frowned, "Did you eat hot pot tonight?"

"correct."

"This is for Chinese New Year..." Ji Rulang frowned, and picked up a pile of things at his feet, "I just came from my grandparents, I brought you something, let's go into the house."

"Oh."

Ji An opened the door with a key, and invited Ji Rulang, the big Buddha, in respectfully.

He bought this house three years ago. It is not big, more than 70 square meters, enough for him to live alone.

Although it is his home, he rarely comes back to live there.

Looking at the deserted room, Ji Rulang looked at Ji Anman's living room looking for the remote control of the air conditioner, and couldn't help frowning, "How long has it been since you came back? The house smells musty."

Ji An pulled out the remote control of the air conditioner from the gap in the sofa.

"I'm staying with my friends these days."

Ji Rulang: "Is the kitchen still usable?"

Ji An: "...It should work, it worked fine last time."

"When was the last time?"

Ji An thought for a while: "Two months ago."

Ji Rulang: "...Forget it, is there a microwave?"

"Have."

Ji Rulang took the fish soup out of the insulated box.

Then he took the other dishes brought over from the kitchen and heated them in the microwave.

"Come and eat."

Ji An frantically ran to the table, grabbed the chopsticks, and pulled the rice into his mouth.

Ji Rulang looked at his slender neck and frowned, "It's New Year's Eve, it's fine if you don't go back to celebrate the New Year, why don't you call your grandparents, the old man is getting old, I don't see you tonight, I feel uncomfortable. "

Ji An gulped down the steaming fish soup, vaguely said, "I'll fight tomorrow."

Ji Rulang took out a thick red envelope from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Grandma gave you a red envelope."

Ji An: "I'm already 23."

"Grandma has loved you the most since she was a child, don't you know?"

Ji An squeezed his chopsticks tightly, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Brother, are grandparents okay?"

"If you're worried, why don't you call back and ask?"

Ji An froze for a moment, lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of rice.

Ji Rulang frowned and looked at Ji An, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable.

On the New Year's Day of the second year after the accident, Ji An once went home, and the family was in a state of turmoil. Since then, Ji An has never returned home, and it has been five years since then.

At the beginning, Ji An would make a few phone calls back, but after Ji An's parents, that is, his uncle and aunt, found out, Ji An didn't even call.

There are dozens of people in this huge Ji's family, as if Ji'an died, only grandparents and him are still thinking about it.

Tonight, he went to his grandparents' house to celebrate the new year, and his grandma pulled him along and urged him to come and see Ji An.

No matter what, Ji An had to have a warm New Year's Eve dinner.

In fact, if his grandma didn't say anything, Ji Rulang would come over to have a look.

Over the years, if he and Ji An hadn't been in constant contact, Ji An would really have died outside one day, and no one would help him collect his body.

Ji Rulang leaned against the wall, watched Ji An lower his head while eating in silence, and frowned, "You're not too young, it's not a problem to spend time wandering outside."

Ji An: "You are over 30."

"Compare you to me?" Ji Rulang sneered, "I have a stable job and I'm going to get married this year."

Ji An looked up: "Is the matter between you and sister-in-law settled?"

Ji Rulang: "It's almost there, it's just a matter of these few months."

Ji An threw away his chopsticks, took two pieces of paper from the table, wiped his mouth, "I won't go to your wedding, and I'll give you a big red envelope when the time comes."

"Do you want to come or not?" Ji Rulang frowned, "I just want to ask, what is your plan? The relationship with your family is like this, and you don't want to find a job, but just work outside as a man for others." Friend? When you get older, you're old, I don't think anyone will hire you?"

"Tsk." Ji An frowned unhappily, "Ji Rulang, are you still my brother? You can't expect me to order well. I'm taking the route of the creamy niche now. When I get older, I'll be a big brother." Can't you take the mature uncle route?"

"Don't talk to me." Ji Rulang scolded: "I'm talking about business with you. You say you like men or women, and you can find someone to settle down and live in peace, wouldn't you?"

Ji An stood up from the chair and stretched; "OK, OK, I'll find one on the road tomorrow."

Ji Rulang sighed helplessly in his heart when he saw that he looked reticent.

"Brother, do you have any plans tonight?"

"Well, I have to go back to grandma after a while."

"Okay, then go back quickly," Ji An yawned: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Ji Rulang: "The dumplings made by grandma, remember to cook and eat them yourself tomorrow, and you will be safe every year."

"Understood, why are you so wordy."

Ji An pushed him towards the door.

After changing his shoes, Ji Rulang took out a red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it to Ji An.

"Hey, take the lucky money I gave you and save some flowers."

Ji An took it with a smile.

Looking for JO

Ji An: "Brother, slow down on your way...Thank you for still thinking of visiting me at this time."

Ji Rulang's nose was sore. When the accident happened, everyone thought Ji An was wrong, but that year Ji An was not good, he was ignorant and didn't understand anything.

He was more frightened, helpless, and at a loss than anyone else.

So much so that he has not dared to go home even once for five full years.

He felt sorry for his cousin, but Ji Rulang himself had no right to speak in front of the other elders of the Ji family. The only thing he could do was to help and take good care of Ji An.

After Ji Rulang left, Ji An sat on the chair in the living room and didn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then threw himself on the bed.

"Hey... find a movie and watch it."

At around twelve o'clock in the evening, Lin Zhaozhi, who was about to go to bed, suddenly received a WeChat message from Ji An.

【Are you asleep? 】

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Come and hug this poor little Ji An.