Difficult to return

The community is an old community for some years, and the residential building is also a six-story staircase.Song Shuhua went up to the third floor, took out the key from his pocket, opened the door in the middle, stepped in quickly, and closed the door.

The overhead light in the living room was turned on, and the champagne-colored light poured down, first falling on the rows of glass display cabinets, and in each grid of the display cabinet was a pair of high-heeled shoes.Single heels, wedge heels, round toes, pointed toes, sky-high heights of more than ten centimeters, daily casual shoes of four or five centimeters...all sparkle under the lights.I don't know how many pairs there are, but they just fill up the empty living room of twenty or thirty square meters, and there is only room between the two cabinets for passing sideways.

Song Shuhua's gaze didn't stay on these cabinets too much, and went straight to the master bedroom.

The master bedroom is exactly the same glass cabinet, but these cabinets are filled with all kinds of skirts.He put the paper bag in his hand on the edge of the cabinet, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and completely removed the traces of makeup on his face.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, he began to pack the things in the paper bag.

From the first paper bag he pulls out the costumes for tonight's show.He doesn't use QUEEN's costume, it's a lace white dress made by himself.Holding the skirt in his hands, he buried his face in the gorgeous fabric and took a deep breath, the scent of powder stained on it hadn't dissipated.

The man in the mirror had flushed cheeks, holding a white dress like holding his cherished lover.He stuck it in front of his body, admired it quietly for a while, then found a hanger and a dust bag, carefully packed them and hung them in the cabinet.

The second is an OL-style plaid skirt. I bought it on the way to pick up the costume in the afternoon.He couldn't really try it on in the fitting room, so now he's wearing it with a white chiffon shirt with ruffled sleeves.Looking left and right, there was still something missing, so he took small steps to the living room to pick out a pair of bright leather shoes.

Stepping on the leather shoes and standing in front of the mirror again, he let down his hair, and some wet hair was piled docilely on his shoulders. He turned around lightly in front of the mirror, and kept stroking his buttocks and thighs wrapped in the hip skirt with both hands.The skirt was smoothed and flattened, completely outlining the curve of his waist.

He was about to be overwhelmed with happiness, when he saw that the chiffon shirt was a bit see through, and he felt ashamed.But he didn't take it off right away, but endured it, and took out the third dress—a champagne-colored pure silk suspender pajamas.

He had seen this pajamas in the window several days ago, and he was afraid at the time.But after a few days, I was still thinking about it all the time, so I went to that store on purpose today.I didn't dare to try it on when I entered the store, I asked for the L size directly, and ran away after paying the money.Just holding it now, the tension that constricts the heart fills the chest again, but the joy spirals up and goes straight to the brain.

The size of the pajamas is suitable, except that there is a little space in the chest, and the length is a little short.The skirt on the model's body reached to the thigh, but only reached the heel of his leg.The skirt fell very well, and the silky material wrapped around his skin snugly.

It was the depth of winter, and the heating in the old residential area was not too hot, but Song Shuhua's body was as hot as if it was on fire, and it looked crimson.The feeling of taboo made his eyes flush with heat, but he just stared at himself in the mirror obsessively, reluctant to take it off.

If the husband's cheating is the same as he feels at this time, it is not difficult to understand that he will look for a new lover again and again.

The phone rang suddenly, startling him and waking him up from the dream he was drowning in alone.He quickly took off his pajamas like a thief, quickly put on his shirt and trousers, and then answered the phone.

My husband called.

"Where is it, why haven't you come home yet?"

Lu Mingchen on the other end of the phone was a little out of breath, with a hint of alcohol in his voice.Song Shuhua was startled when her husband came back.He subconsciously guessed that he had a conflict with his lover, so he was upset and went home early?

Although he was a little worried, Song Shuhua's tone was as usual and he explained flatly: "A student finished his piano lessons, his parents invited me to dinner, and he was walking back. Is your business trip over so soon?"

There was a long silence on the phone.

Song Shuhua called out again: "Ming Chen?"

The other party just said "you come back soon" and hung up the phone.

Song Shuhua quickly put away his skirt, hurriedly found his car in the community, and drove towards home.

He glanced at the time, it was just after ten o'clock, which was not too late for normal social time.He knew that her husband was losing his temper right now, but he didn't need to worry too much.

Lu Mingchen was only dissatisfied with his late return, he was confident that he could get away with it, just like usual.

In the car, he called QUEEN's boss.

"TT? Are you home? What can I do for you?"

"Mr. Zhou, please cancel my performance tomorrow... I'm causing you trouble." Song Shuhua was very embarrassed.

Some time ago, Lu Mingchen seemed to have broken up with his lover, and he went home almost every day for two or three months, so it was inconvenient for him to come out.Recently, it seemed that he had found a new target. Hearing that he was going on a business trip for a few days, Song Shuhua quickly replied to QUEEN, saying that he could perform on stage.Unexpectedly, her husband came back after having conflicts with the new couple so soon.

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

Song Shuhua gritted his teeth and had no other choice: "Cancel it too."

"Wait for me to make a call." Song Shuhua vaguely heard that Zhou Yao had contacted the business, and quickly replied, "It's a bit difficult. The pre-sale tickets for the next two days have been sold out. You really have nothing to do?"

"...I'm really sorry, Mr. Zhou, it's really inconvenient for me..."

"Forget it, I'll figure out a way."

"Let me prepare a dance. You tell the guests that it's my problem, and I will make up for everyone next time."

"Really? Then how are you going to make up for me?"

"……I……"

"Okay, don't think about it, go home and rest early, hang up."

When Song Shuhua returned home, Lu Mingchen sat on the sofa in the living room and stared at his every move.

As usual, he hung his coat and bag on the hanger in an orderly manner, changed his shoes, tied his hair behind his ears, and met his husband's angry eyes that made him a little puzzled, intending to stay the same. Change.

"Why did you come back in one day?" Song Shuhua also sat down beside him, only to see the wine glass on the table and smell the alcohol on the man's body, "Is it because work is not going well?"

Seeing Song Shu Huayun calmly perform in front of him and nothing happened, Lu Mingchen seemed to have a prickly pear in his throat, stabbing his throat.

Apart from this matter, how many things does the husband hide from him?Did he get involved with another man?There were so many men of unknown origin in the bar, all staring at his unbearable appearance. Just thinking about these possibilities, Lu Mingchen felt that his internal organs were about to be torn apart.

Almost gnashing his teeth, he asked, "Where did you go today?"

"I just said it on the phone. Today, Friday, I will give the student the last piano lesson. After the end, his parents thanked me and invited me to have a meal."

"..."

Seeing the man's brows furrowed tightly, Song Shuhua drooped the corners of his brows and eyes, as if he had done something wrong: "Mingchen, do you not like me going to class, I quit this job after the Chinese New Year."

As he said that, he stretched out his fingers, as if he wanted to spread the man's frown, but the man grabbed his wrist and threw it away.

Lu Mingchen took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer under the coffee table, ignored Song Shuhua, went to the balcony, closed the balcony door with a "bang", stood in front of the railing and lit a cigarette.

Song Shuhua looked at Lu Mingchen's figure, feeling a little apprehensive.

The husband is not a person who gets angry at will, coupled with his tolerance, the husband seldom really gets angry with him.After many years of marriage, this is the first time that she has clearly lost her temper with him so much, but he doesn't know why.

Did he really quarrel with his lover and blame him in a bad mood, or on the contrary, the new lover was so in love with him that he finally made up his mind to divorce him, so he deliberately found fault?

Song Shuhua looked at the gray smoke rising from the balcony outside, once again trapped in the shackles of marriage, unable to advance or retreat.

The smell of tobacco filled the lungs, and then exhaled heavily, leaving only bitterness in the bottom of my heart.

Not only did Lu Mingchen see his husband's calm and composure when he was full of lies, but in this situation, his husband was as gentle and obedient to him as before.So what was all that tenderness and obedience all these past years?What did he think he kept by his side and grasped in his hands?

He tolerated a life without enthusiasm and almost sexless. If even these tenderness and obedience are just a fig leaf for lies... then what is he in Song Shuhua's heart?

Lu Mingchen pressed the corners of his eyes with his fingers, biting the cigarette butt with his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He wished he could press Song Shuhua on the sofa, strangle him by the neck, and ask him what good things he did behind his back.Why do you want to fall like that?What kind of men have you been with?When sleeping with other men, do you resist as much as you do with yourself?

But he knew he couldn't do it.

These accusations are too serious for the husband who is already in a disadvantaged position. He has no way to find a reason to justify it. He can only break the can. After knowing that he is wrong and speechless, the only way left for them is divorce. Walk.

If speaking out meant a clean break after a brisk vent, would he still say it?

He stood on the balcony for a long time, until the cold winter wind poured through him, extinguished the anger above his head, and froze his heart into a solid piece of ice, Lu Mingchen finally calmed down a bit.

There was a sudden weight on his shoulders, and the thick home clothes were draped over his back, followed by her husband's gentle advice as always: "Don't blow the cold wind here, be careful of catching a cold."

Lu Mingchen didn't speak.

"Are you looking for something?" He was referring to the wardrobe drawer that Lu Mingchen had rummaged through.

Lu Mingchen moved his lips: "The dark blue coat of Hermès was not found."

"I sent it to the dry cleaner and forgot to take it back." Song Shuhua felt very guilty, "I'll go get it back tomorrow.

"Go in, it's getting late, go to bed early."