Difficult to return

The last rays of the sun disappeared on the edge of the city, leaving only a smear of red on the horizon. The hour hand was almost at seven o'clock, and my husband hadn't come home yet.

Lu Mingchen took out the note left by her husband and put it on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa since the afternoon, staring at the piece of paper, almost staring at it to make a hole.

The husband said he would come back in the evening, but it was almost dark and there was no one there.Or did he leave a note on purpose to buy himself time to run away?

Running away from home or running away, no matter from logic and emotional analysis, it is impossible for Song Shuhua to happen.But for some reason, Lu Mingchen couldn't dispel this worry.It seemed that everything was beyond his control, and along with the sense of control, he lost his sense of security.

Called again, still off.I checked Queen's show list for tonight again, and there is no husband, and tomorrow's show is also released, and there is no one.

Living in this worry, until the last light of the sky faded, the city was completely shrouded in night, and there were noises outside the house.

Lu Mingchen stood up "squeaking" and walked quickly towards the door. Before the lock was unlocked from the outside, he pulled the door open.The husband outside the door was obviously frightened, and he stared at a pair of round eyes.

Lu Mingchen's throat rolled up and down, and suddenly he was so dry that it was difficult to make a sound: "Ah Hua...you, you are back..."

Song Shuhua lowered his eyelids, let out a "hmm", and didn't want to say more, walked sideways from Lu Mingchen into the room.He put the key on the shoe cabinet in the entrance, and went straight to the kitchen with the vegetables in his hand.

Lu Mingchen followed from behind and also entered the kitchen.

Song Shuhua unpacked the vegetable bag, took out the same ones that were going to be made tonight, and put the rest in the refrigerator.

Lu Mingchen wanted to help, but he didn't know how to do it.Seeing her husband take out a bag of potatoes, he hurried to get them: "Do you want to eat tonight? I'll peel them."

The husband silently put the potatoes on the table without saying no or any other words.

Lu Mingchen's throat was choked, and he paused for a moment with his hand reaching for Tudou, and then grasped the back of her husband's hand: "Ah Hua, I'm sorry about what happened last night... I drank too much, I couldn't control myself, I won't do it in the future ……sorry……"

"It's okay." The husband whispered, and withdrew his hand.

It was only then that the man noticed that something was wrong with his husband. His face was flushed, his speech was weak, and the back of his hand was abnormally hot... Without saying a word, Lu Mingchen put his palm on his husband's forehead.

"Why is it so hot, do you have a fever?"

Because of his sudden touch, Song Shuhua dodged subconsciously.He hid too hastily, swayed his body, and supported the cooking table to stand firm, but he said: "It's okay..."

"If it's burned like this, why are you all right? I'll take you to the hospital." Lu Mingchen said and went to help him.

The husband put his hand away: "I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital... I'll be fine after a night of sleep..." He said, took off his apron, moved to the guest room, and went to bed.

There were only common cold medicines at home, and there were no fever-reducing medicines, so Lu Mingchen hurried downstairs to buy a large pack of various anti-fever medicines and anti-fever plasters.

After taking the medicine, I reheated the leftover porridge at noon and took it into the room.

"Drink some porridge, take medicine and go to sleep."

The husband opened a pair of eyes glistening with tears from a high fever, and he didn't know where he had gone all day to make himself like this.

Song Shuhua struggled to stand up, without saying anything, and weakly squeezed the spoon to scoop the porridge into his mouth.It can be seen that he has no appetite, but in order to take the medicine, he forced himself to swallow it.

Lu Mingchen looked distressed, and unconsciously stretched his hand to the side of his husband's ear, as if he wanted to help him pin the hanging lock of hair behind his ear.But it was unsuccessful. As soon as his hand touched his husband, he turned his head and pulled his hair up by himself.

The man curled his fingers and retracted his hand, feeling embarrassed and a little sad.In the past, husbands resisted married life, but they were not afraid of his touch.But after last night, he obviously left a shadow in her husband's heart, and even began to resist his touch.

After Song Shuhua finished his porridge and took another handful of medicine, he raised his head and said "thank you" to Lu Mingchen.

"There is nothing to thank. I have a stomachache and you often take care of me like this."

"Hmm...cough cough..."

"Stop talking, just lie down."

Lu Mingchen tucked the quilt up for him, and took out the anti-fever stickers and tried to stick them on his husband's head, but the husband took them and said, "I'll do it myself."

After eating and taking medicine, he put on anti-fever stickers. Seeing that her husband was still sitting by the bed, Song Shuhua took the initiative to say, "I'll sleep in the guest room for a few days, so as not to infect you with the cold...cough cough ..."

"En." Lu Mingchen naturally knew that this was the meaning of her husband's refusal to share the bed with him, and he felt very uncomfortable. He thought it was his own fault, so he didn't say much, "Go to sleep, I'll leave when I fall asleep."

Song Shuhua closed his eyes, and after a while, he turned on his side and fell asleep with his back to the man.

Lu Mingchen sat for a while, and when he heard her husband's breathing protracted, he turned off the light and went out, closing the door behind him.

I know that my husband is deeply resistant to him now, but no matter what, he came back anyway.Thinking about it, there were times like this in the past, when he did something that her husband didn't like, but the husband didn't say anything, and felt awkward for a while, and then he was fine.But this time I'm afraid it will be difficult to be as simple as before.

Lu Mingchen wandered around the room, thinking about how to restore the current stalemate situation - he couldn't directly show his cards, whether it was to let him accept her husband to continue dancing on the stage, or to stop her husband from continuing.A showdown means that their marriage must be divorced.And now, there are more gaps between her and her husband.

Impulse can only make the problem more difficult to solve, Lu Mingchen turned into the study, sat on the swivel chair in the study, frowning and racking his brains.

His eyes wandered randomly, and he glanced at the corners of the rows of decorative hardcover books on the bookshelf, squeezed a few paperback books, and walked over to take out one of them - "Norwegian Forest" Haruki Murakami.

He flipped through it casually, and it was different from the brand new hardcover tomes on the shelf. This book was neither new nor old, and the title page was creased, so it was often read.On one of the pages, he saw her husband Juanxiu's notes.Next to the original text of "Where is someone who likes to be lonely, but they don't like to be disappointed", the husband used a pencil to annotate the sentence "It may also be because of fear of getting hurt".

Only then did Lu Mingchen remember that he had heard her husband talk about this writer's works a long time ago, such as Qingdou and Killer, and asked him if he was interested in reading them.They were just married at that time, and besides being immersed in the joy of the newlyweds, he was also under the doubled work pressure after becoming the vice president of the company. He had no interest or energy to learn about the relationship between Douzi and the killer.

Lu Mingchen took down several books in the corner and looked at them. Apart from the other works by this author, there are also "Disqualification in the World", "Setting Sun", "Love Letter", "Evil Son", "East Palace and West Palace"... Her husband seems to prefer Japan writer a little.

Does the husband read these books on weekdays?He never knew.

Holding the stack of books, Lu Mingchen seemed to have discovered some new world, and continued to walk back and forth in the room.

He found a gramophone in a corner of the living room.

He always thought that this retro machine only existed as a room decoration, but when he got closer, he saw a vinyl record on it.He tried to press the switch, but there was a sound.He quickly closed it, and then opened the lower storage drawer, which turned out to be full of records.After a general look, the oldest cover is a Beatles record and a Chopin piano piece.

The lilies on the balcony are gradually withering, but the roses are blooming vigorously, and there are several kinds of beautiful tropical fish in the ecological fish tank on the other side.Lu Mingchen counted, there are at least five kinds.The fragrance in the living room and the master bedroom bathroom is a kind of smell, and together with the soothing smell of the body wash, it constitutes a good smell for the husband.The linen and log-colored bedding in the bedroom does not match the overall cold artistic style of the room...

These things are like a thread, you don't notice it when you don't notice it, and once you grab it, you will pull more and more.

At the beginning, he hired a designer to design and decorate the house. Her husband did not raise any opinions throughout the whole process, and everything was according to his requirements.And he has lived in this house for so many years, and he has never noticed these——

The life of the husband is hidden in the corners of the design patterns and furniture decorations.

They are all in the corners, so small and imperceptible, but equally rich.They all show a living, flesh-and-blood and thinking person.

Lu Mingchen suddenly realized that after living with his husband for so many years, he had never really tried to understand him, had never experienced his world, or explored his thoughts.And the self-righteous unchanging life has been constantly changed in the same subtle and imperceptible places.

That night, Lu Mingchen leaned against the head of the bed and opened the thin book "Norwegian Forest".

But it didn't take long to look at them, and they yawned one after another until their eyelids were so heavy that they couldn't support them, and they fell asleep on the bed.

Before he fell asleep, he was still thinking that it might not be because the book was too boring, but because he was too sleepy after being hungover last night and waiting for her husband all afternoon.

Going to work on Monday, Lu Mingchen didn't drive, but called a commercial vehicle.

On Sunday, her husband was sick all day. He imitated how her husband was at home on weekdays, cleaned up and cooked porridge.Busy day, no time to watch.But as soon as he arrived at the company, everything flocked to him, and he had neither the time nor the desire to read this youth pain novel.

Only during this time on the road, he can watch quietly for a while.However, after turning a few pages, the eyelids began to get heavy again. After repeated several times, even the driver who was driving for him couldn't stand it anymore. He was really sleepy, so he slept in the car for a while, and called him when he got there.

Really sleepy when I got up early.Lu Mingchen pinched his thigh, shook his head, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, why did his husband like to read such boring novels with no plot.

When he arrived at the company, the first thing Lu Mingchen did was to call Tang Chi.

"Xiao Tang, please contact Zhe Bo and ask for Lawyer Huang's phone number for me."

"Lawyer Huang?"

"Lawyer Huang Geping, you can contact Lawyer Cao directly, he must have a phone number."