I'm down after reuniting with my ex

A person has to wring his fingers to calculate how long it takes to get out of his head, and you can imagine how torturous it is for him every day.

Wen Yan, who was promoted to the first year of high school in which year, finally had more expectations for the future on the day of the New Year. With an ignorant youthful heart, he was at the same table with Ji Changan for half a semester, getting along day and night, and his heart was moved. .

The Spring Festival Gala was still playing in the living room, and the couple seemed to be lovingly sitting on the sofa watching the show, talking occasionally, but they didn't feel warm at all.

Wen Xin would always stab the silent man with words from time to time.

Wen Yan rolled his sleeves to wash the dishes, he thought, at twelve o'clock, he would be the first to say Happy New Year to Ji Changan.

He silently planned everything in the future, even though he was trapped in the swamp of misery, he still felt that the future would be bright.

Just as the corner of his mouth was raised, a blow of fan came out of nowhere, and he couldn't react. Wen Yan was slapped and turned his head away, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground unexpectedly and shattered.

No matter how much Wen Yan could bear it, no matter how severe the pain hit, and when he was dizzy, his eyes still burst into tears because of the stimulation of the pain.

He looked at Li Zhixuan, he didn't understand, on New Year's Eve, he was cleaning, shopping, cooking, and cleaning all day long, and he didn't say a word, how did he mess with him?

"On New Year's Eve, it's unlucky to throw a bowl." Wen Xin didn't go into the kitchen, but just said something in the living room.

Wen Yan took a breath.

"Your aunt said, are you looking for your father?" Li Zhixuan looked at Wen Yan and asked.

His cheeks swelled rapidly, and his mouth tasted like blood.

Wen Yan supported the kitchen cabinet with his hands, Weng Ming was in his head, he had to avoid it next time, he thought, or he would be beaten deaf.

"Yes." His mother left him a set of jewelry, which contained a blue diamond ring. His grandmother told him before she died. His mother said that the ring was left by his father during the chaotic night.

After his freshman year in high school, he gradually realized that the ring was expensive, so he tried to use the ring to find his father.

Hearing this, Li Zhixuan was completely angry, his thick black eyebrows stood upright, he grabbed Wen Yan's thin arm, dragged him into the bathroom, picked up the mop pole and beat him.

"The jewelry will be handed over to your aunt for safekeeping."

"You want to find someone who raped your mother, not because of that man, your mother would not have you, and would not die because of poor health after giving birth to you." Li Zhixuan rarely talked too much, he curled up repeatedly A group of teenagers, and then said ruthlessly, "The one you should blame the most is yourself. Your coming is the biggest mistake."

The sound of water dripping from the sink.

This unilateral violence will soon end, Li Zhixuan will not beat Wen Yan into trouble, he has complicated feelings towards Wen Yan, he will occasionally feel sorry for Wen Yan's mother, but in the end he also hates it.

On New Year's Eve, it was snowing and the weather was very cold.

There was no one on the road, Wanjia was brightly lit, and the fireworks at night, as early as the moment the bell struck 12 o'clock, exploded one cage after another.

Wen Yan limped and walked in the snow, the snow fell on his red and swollen face, and it was cold, which somewhat relieved the pain.

He moved slowly, one footprint after another fell in the long night behind him, he walked to the telephone booth, dropped a few coins with his slender fingers, first he called his deceased grandparents, In a beeping sound.

He smiled and said, "Grandpa and grandma, happy new year, I'm fine."

Then, he dialed Ji Changan's phone number, and it didn't take long before he answered it.

The moment the sound rang in his ears, a nosebleed gushed out of Wen Yan's nose, he wiped it calmly, and then his face was covered with blood.

"Ji Changan, Happy New Year."

Ji Changan over there looked down at the parents downstairs who were at war with swords, then turned and closed the door of the room,

"Happy New Year, Wen Yan."

The blood was soaked into pale pink by tears, Wen Yan said bluntly, "You can actually hear my voice."

There was no sound.

"Do you... have any New Year's resolutions?"

"No."

"How can people have no wishes?"

The other side was quiet again, Wen Yan smiled when he was impatient, "My wish is to have someone who loves me, and we can be together well."

"May your wishes come true."

...

Did the wish come true?When she saw the blood on Wen Xin's face and remembered that big Wen Yan, she kicked a corner for Li Zhixuan with a smile.

Li Zhixuan was getting old, and after accidents happened one after another at home, he would always think of Wen Yan, who would stare at him with distinct black and white eyes when he was still a small group of Wen Yan who called him Uncle.

He finally tasted the taste of guilt.

He was still supporting his crazy wife, who was kicked to the ground by this kick, and the severe pain in his stomach made his eyes go black. In those years, he didn't know how many times he was kicked like this by a young man.

"Zhixuan!" Wen Xin was terrified of being beaten, she didn't dare to provoke Wen Yan, she was afraid of being sent to the lunatic asylum, just like they sent Wen Yan to Jiewang School back then.

She flinched and ran over, squatting beside Li Zhixuan helplessly.

"The day after tomorrow, the deadline." Wen Yan coldly issued an ultimatum, then turned and left.

He saw a tall and straight man at the intersection, waiting for him standing under the streetlight.

He thought, after so many years of suffering and despairing so many times, his New Year's wish has come true.