divorce?Think beautifully!

Early in the morning, Chu Heng stood under the corridor, looking outside in a daze.

Ai Ci's sky seems to be always foggy and rainy, as if covered with a veil, making it difficult to see clearly.

There was a smell of earth in the air, with moist water vapor, soaking in his nose. He had not stood for a long time, and his brows and temples were stained with dew.

He received the news from Zhuang Zihao, and after tossing and turning for most of the night, he woke up very early, with mixed emotions in his heart.

In this world, everyone has their own knots, and everyone has their own last resort, just like a party banquet, the death of their parents is a knot that cannot be let go for more than ten years.

Another example is Zhuang Zihao, the elder is not kind, and he has tried every means for many years to get revenge.

What about him?What is his knot?

Chu Heng suddenly felt tired.

Maybe I have never felt the same, but the past, isn't it already in the past?No matter how deep you get into it, everything will never come back.

He always felt that living the present moment should be the most correct choice.

He didn't want to lose Fang Yan.

This man made him feel bad.

But after returning to China for several months, being forced to be involved in their love and hatred, Chu Heng felt that he hadn't been happy for a long time.

When will these days end?

And how long can he stay with Fang Yan?

"Xiao Heng, it's time for breakfast."

The man's voice came from behind.

Chu Heng turned his head and saw the man sitting in a wheelchair not far away, and waved to him with a smile on his face.

Because of his heart, it was still difficult for this person to stand up, so he could only rely on a wheelchair to travel, but his spirit improved a lot, and he improved day after day.

"I'm coming."

Chu Heng turned around, quickened his pace and hurried over, and laughed: "Why did you come out? When did you get up?"

The man raised his head slightly, his eyes were light, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, he was gentle and elegant: "I just got up, I saw that you were not here, so I came out to take a look."

Chu Heng shook his head, pushed the wheelchair and turned in without saying anything, and quickened his pace, "It's cold outside, why don't you put on an extra layer of clothes, be careful of catching cold."

Fortunately, the room was very close, so he pushed the wheelchair in and closed the door behind him.

"Where's Li Min?"

There was a simple breakfast on the dining table outside. Chu Heng felt a little hungry, but he still took care of Fang Yan first, pushed him to the table, fetched him a blanket and coat, and leaned over to take care of him carefully.

"No."

The man's eyes deepened, and he fixedly looked at the young man in front of him. Seeing that he was about to get up after tucking in the corner of the blanket, he couldn't help but raise his hand and pull him over.

"Xiaoheng."

Chu Heng was caught off guard, tilted his body, and immediately fell into the man's arms.

"Eh?"

He froze for a moment, raised his head, blinked, and looked a little dazed: "Why... what's wrong?"

From this angle, the man looked a bit unhappy.

"Xiaoheng."

Fang Yan pinched his wrist, pursed his bloodless lips, paused for a moment, and then said softly, "You have been avoiding me for the past few days."

Even the eyes have lost the eagerness and cheerfulness of the past, the mechanical version is doing all the personal care, is it... bored?

"No."

Chu Heng vetoed quickly, with a calm face.

The man looked over deeply, his pupils were dark, with a little emotion he couldn't understand, it seemed to be disappointed, but also sad.

Chu Heng bit his lip, and shook his head sincerely, "Really not."

Fang Yan's Adam's apple twitched, and his eyelashes trembled, "Is...what's the matter? You... recently, the mood is not right, Xiao Heng, you can tell me, if there is anything that needs help, I..."

"No."

Chu Heng still shook his head, his eyes were clear, as if there was really nothing.

Fang Yan's breath was stagnant.

Even the hand pinching Chu Heng's wrist couldn't stop shaking.

"Don't worry," Chu Heng smiled, stood up, and brushed his hands away, "Let's have breakfast!"

The man raised his hand to his heart, frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the young man avoiding his eyes, and buried his head in eating.

My heart suddenly became cold.

He lowered his eyes, took the spoon, slowly scooped up the porridge, and took a sip. His pale and slender fingers were clasped so tightly that his knuckles turned white, but he slowly recalled what went wrong in his mind.

Since when?It seems to be... when the strange mother-in-law told the truth.

It was also when he lost control of his emotions. I remember that at the end of that day, the child was forced to cry.

Fang Yan frowned tightly, his face became paler and paler, his heart palpitations in the morning, and he was worried and thoughtful, and his stomach soon began to churn, and he threw the porridge aside after taking a few sips. Mou forbearance.

At this moment, Chu Heng suddenly said something.

"Ayan, I...I want to go back to China."

He didn't look up, and avoided Fang Yan's eyes from the beginning to the end, so he missed the panic and pain in Fang Yan's eyes, "If you...don't want to go back, then I'll go back by myself first, and then go back when you want to go back that is."

Fang Yan suddenly lost his strength, and the porcelain spoon fell into the bowl with a crisp sound.

Chu Heng raised his head, hesitantly, "A Yan, you..."

If he can't bear it, then the rest of the choice is up to him.

"If..." the man said in a low voice, his voice was gloomy: "What if I don't allow it?"

The air seemed to freeze.

Chu Heng bit his lips, and his tone was very firm: "Fang Yan, the Chinese New Year is coming soon in China. I want to go back before the Chinese New Year. My parents, brothers and sisters are all waiting for me to go home."

The man pressed his heart, and his breath suddenly became disordered.

What... what does this mean?What's the point?Going home...he's going home for the New Year, that's...does he want to leave?

Fang Yan, who was always cold, couldn't help but panic at this moment.

"No...Xiao Heng, what happened? Or...I did something that made you feel uncomfortable, you can tell it, I..."

Ever since he got to know Chu Heng, he has never felt that Chu Heng is so far away from him as he is now.

"fine."

Chu Heng had almost finished his meal. Seeing that this man was speaking incoherently, he couldn't help being a little surprised. He walked around the dining table, walked to Fang Yan, dragged a small stool to sit down, held his hand, and said seriously, " It's really...it's nothing, it's nothing, it's just that I...haven't celebrated the New Year in China for many years, and I haven't been with my parents and family. I suddenly want to go back this year, um...if you want to go back together, that's fine too! But I think... your affairs here are not over yet, or... wait until everything is over before going back!"

The back of the man's white hands were a little bruised and covered with adhesive tape, but cold sweat was oozing out from the palms layer by layer.

At first, she didn't want him to come, and when she came, she wanted him to go back, but now that he really wanted to go back, Fang Yan only felt panic.

Suddenly, something seemed to be different.