Difficult to return

"Don't do this, let me do it."

The house got a little dirty because of preparing for the birthday surprise the day before.Lu Mingchen said it was called housekeeping, but her husband said no.Lu Mingchen helped, but was also driven away.Seeing my husband wipe the floor little by little, I said to give him a back push with essential oils to relax, just like the one I did in Phuket.

He went to put down the blackout curtains in the bedroom. The room was dimly lit and he couldn't see anything clearly. He said that if he was still worried, he would also cover his eyes.

The husband just looked at him silently for a moment, then looked away, and whispered: "Mingchen, you don't have to be so nice to me...I feel pressured."

……

In the past few days, Lu Mingchen repeatedly chewed on this sentence.It's a very simple sentence that everyone can understand, but when it comes out of the husband's mouth, he doesn't understand what it means at all.

What do you mean don't treat him well?Why is he stressed?Isn't it natural for a husband and wife to love and care for each other? What did he do wrong?

Lu Mingchen didn't understand, he just felt as if there was a hand pressing down on the top of his head until he was completely submerged in the icy water.The cold water squeezed the air out of the lungs, and a suffocating pain spread in the chest.He can't think about it, but he can't think about it.

It seems that my husband has said similar things before, and he has forgotten when and what he said.It's just this familiar stuffiness and sadness, he still remembers it.

The car slipped into the night like a fish swimming.

It was approaching midnight, the streets were empty, and sometimes a car with a wrong body would drag out a lonely tail sound.He told the driver in charge to drive slower.

In the carriage is still the singing of Eason Chan—a dream that cannot be woken up in a dream, the red that is under house arrest in the red thread...

I don't know if he was drunk, but Lu Mingchen was top-heavy, and felt that he was also having a dream that he couldn't wake up from.He found a cigarette from the car, pressed the window, and the city wind rushed in.

Spring has come so quickly, and the wind at night is no longer bitingly cold.But the cool evening breeze didn't make him feel any better.

He suddenly felt bored.

It's no fun being the general manager of Zihua, it's no fun sleeping with a good-looking man with good skills, and it's no fun getting someone's fanatical love and admiration.It's like returning to the most tiring high school stage. It's boring to take the first place in the exam, and it's also boring to receive an award. Sitting in the classroom, I have no interest in the world outside the window.

He is not someone who can escape, no matter whether it is based on responsibility or desire, he will choose to face it, but now he alone does not know how to face his husband.He would rather eat with his assistant and spend time aimlessly in this huge city than go home.

Because he doesn't know how to "be nice to him" just enough to not cause stress, and he doesn't know how to deal with those desires to be close to her husband.Holding his sincerity, he was at a loss and at a loss in front of his husband. He didn't know what went wrong, or he was simply oversensitive.

Sensitivity is a kind of weakness, Lu Mingchen doesn't think he should have such a quality.

The car was parked in the basement, and the driver in charge of the car checked out and left, the cigarette between his fingers was burned to the end, the home was right above his head, Lu Mingchen was still in the darkness, it was difficult to move.

The phone rang at this moment, and he knew it wasn't her husband, who would never call him because he was late.

He said "Hello" with little interest. The voice on the other side was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Brother Lu, is it convenient to talk?"

Lu Mingchen threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, touched another cigarette and lit it: "It's convenient, who are you?"

"..."

"..."

"Brother, you're really good, and you don't remember me anymore. I'm Su Han."

"Su Han... I remember." That tall, beautiful boy with red hair, a few months ago, they almost developed into a lover relationship.

Lu Mingchen lay on his back on the seat back, blowing gray-white smoke to the roof of the car.I don't know why Su Han called him after so long, did he want to make an appointment?

For making love, he has already tried it, but it didn't work.Pleasure will make people forget for a while, but desire is hard to fill. Desire is an endless abyss. If you step into the air, you will fall infinitely, and there will be endless emptiness and loneliness.

"looking for me?"

"It's nothing, let's chat casually....By the way, did you go to Tita's last performance?"

Lu Mingchen sat up straight from the chair: "What did you say? The last performance, which time?"

"Just the last time, on the [-]rd. After such a long time, I thought I would never see him again. I kept asking the staff but there was no news. The stage was also very sudden that day, and I didn't get any news from other places. Wait for me When I came back, the day lily was cold.

"Hey, I'm so angry. I heard that he danced that day. Temite is beautiful. Unfortunately, QUEEN doesn't allow photos. I didn't even see the shadow. Fuck, I'm so mad, you didn't go in city A look……"

Su Han babbled a lot, full of regret and disappointment and couldn't express it, thinking of this friend who was obsessed with Tita at first sight, complaining to him, he must understand himself.

The following chatter turned into meaningless buzzing in Lu Mingchen's ears, and he only heard the word "No. [-]" because it was her husband's birthday today.How could it be possible for her husband to perform on their birthday together?And since that time last year, they've been together every day.

"You mean number three? Impossible, he can't perform that day."

"Why is it impossible, I can still lie to you?"

"Impossible...impossible..."

"...Brother Lu, are you alright?" Su Han asked cautiously, he felt something was wrong on the other side.

"I'm fine, are you sure he performed on number three?" Lu Mingchen calmed down.

"Sure, wait a minute, I'll look through their schedule... You can also add their official account, the show and performance time will be released in advance, so you won't miss it..."

Trembling fingers shook the soot everywhere, and the white light from the phone screen hit Lu Mingchen's face, casting a bleak shadow.

Schedule for April [-]rd

17:10-17:30 opening dance Tita

I finally knew why he went home every day, and my husband was still able to go to that place, and I finally knew why my husband came back so late that day.

Time turned upside down in his mind, and there was a moment of blankness, and then all the details of the day of the third came flooding in.

He got up very early in the morning, because he had to go to the company to get everything done as soon as possible, so that he could make time to prepare for his husband's birthday.He left the company at noon, didn't have time to eat, and went to the cake shop.

Thinking of the few hours in the cake shop was a disaster, and even the master who taught him couldn't stand it anymore.But Lu Mingchen insisted that what he wanted to do must be done.Just before three o'clock, I made a slightly decent finished product, no matter what, the most important thing is the mind.

With his own mind, he went to the restaurant to pick up meals, went to the flower shop to buy flowers, and went to the shop to pick up gifts.Go home before four o'clock and arrange everything, and then wait for my husband to come back.

It was Friday, and my husband had classes and would usually go home around six in the afternoon.

He has been nervous since five o'clock. He hasn't been so nervous for a long time. Sometimes he moves the candles, and sometimes he tries the effect of the starlight. He keeps guessing about her husband's reaction and feels that his behavior is childish.

It was already past six o'clock, and I waited from afternoon to night, and I was full of anger when I came out.He checked the time dozens of times, and wanted to call several times to ask her husband what he was doing and why he didn't come home.But after preparing for so long, he had no choice but to suppress the fire in his heart just for this moment of surprise, and continued to wait patiently and anxiously.In order not to miss the moment when her husband came home, she even looked anxious to go to the bathroom.

Song Shuhua didn't come back until almost eight o'clock. When he heard the door lock ring, Lu Mingchen jumped up from the sofa, turned off the lights as quickly as possible, and lit candles for the cake.

He still remembered the joy and excitement he felt when he heard the door lock ring.He even self-righteously speculated whether it was the same for his husband who was waiting for him at home every day, and would feel a little joy the moment he opened the door.

But looking at it now, all of this has become a big joke.He couldn't help but smile.

The sudden laughter made Su Han startled: "Brother...what are you laughing at?"

"...what dance did he dance?"

"Pole dancing..."

Lu Mingchen's eyes went dark, and the top of his head was covered with dark clouds.

"...It's on the program list, you can scroll down to see the detailed information of each program..."

Stomach jerked violently, Lu Mingchen opened the car door, stumbled and ran a few steps, leaned on the corner of the wall and began to vomit.

This frightened the person on the other end of the phone, who kept asking him what was wrong.

He was out of breath, his nose was covered with snot, and he had no time to answer while pinching his phone.It wasn't until my stomach was empty and my mouth was bitter that I finally stopped.

He panted and replied, "It's okay, I drank."

"Damn, no wonder you're acting weird today, you must be drunk. Go home early, I'll hang up first."

"T...Tita..."

"I'm still thinking about it. I didn't say the time of the next performance, but I heard from Queen's staff that he should be on stage soon, and we won't keep everyone waiting for so long. I will call you next time he is on stage, no Will miss it."

……

There were cigarette butts scattered outside the car window, and when he touched the cigarette case again, it was already empty.The man also grabbed the cigarette case, crumpled it up, and threw it out of the car window.

Tobacco can't cover the sour and bitter taste in the mouth, let alone dispel the bitterness accumulated in the heart.However, after such intense emotional turmoil, vomiting not only vomited out the contents of the stomach, but even the anger was completely withdrawn.He just felt sad and tired, and more puzzled.

But at least one thing is confirmed, women's clothing, singing pornographic songs, and dancing pornographic dances are not accidental, they are what the husband deliberately wants to do.He couldn't figure out why her husband had become like this, a person he didn't know at all.

He has been in this basement for two hours, has vomited and smoked, and has finished smoking. He rubbed his face and always wants to go home.