Difficult to return

Lu Mingchen went home very early that day.

Song Shuhua had just woken up from a nap, and was sitting on the sofa in a daze, when he saw her husband come in through the door, hurriedly took off his shoes, stepped forward in two steps, and hugged him.

After a while, he came back to his senses: "Mingchen, what's wrong?"

The husband didn't speak, just wrapped his arms tightly, making his bones creak.Song Shuhua raised his arm and pushed it hard: "It hurts..."

Only then did Lu Mingchen relax a little bit, and looked at him with lowered eyes, an expression Song Shuhua didn't quite understand.He asked again: "It's so early today, what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just came back when I missed you." Lu Mingchen said, pretending to casually pick up her husband's hand, and pushed aside the sleeves of his silk pajamas.It was confirmed again that the inner sides of the two wrists were white and moist, without scars, not even light marks.

When I arrived at the company in the morning, I chatted with my husband on the mobile phone. Today, I accidentally talked a lot and had a deep conversation. My husband finally opened up to him.And the pain and despair deep in his heart that Lu Mingchen had never touched, not only made his heart ache beyond measure, but also frightened his mind to go blank.

He and her husband have been married for eight years now, and before marriage, they have known each other for almost ten years.For such a person who faced him day and night, he didn't understand the painful past at all.

Lu Mingchen didn't know where the problem was, he always felt that all the previous days were wasted.He couldn't figure out whether his husband loved him or not, he doubted at a loss, and even indulged himself in order to release the pain in his heart.But it all seemed like he and her husband were going around in their own circles, and their worlds had never intersected before.

There was no work all morning, and after her husband went offline at noon, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.That kind of worry could not be eliminated, forcing him to run home halfway to have a look.

Seeing Lu Mingchen's urgency, and hearing him say such words, Song Shuhua felt a little embarrassed, and his ears turned red.

He turned his eyes away: "work is important, I'm always at home, and I won't go anywhere."

"Work is not as important as you, and nothing is as important as you, you know?"

"Mingchen...you, what's the matter?"

Lu Mingchen hugged her husband into his arms again, kissed his hair lightly, and followed his nose sourly: "Ah Hua, nothing is important, nothing matters, you are the most important."

"I love you. I will love you no matter what you are."

No matter wearing women's clothing or performing in cross-dressing, in the face of life and death, in front of the belief of living well, they all seem so insignificant.

The tone of the husband's words on the mobile phone is so ordinary, and a person can tell this matter so clearly and calmly, it must be after careful consideration.Before he knew it, her husband had thought about this matter again and again.Just thinking about it made him break out in cold sweat, and fear was like a hand grabbing his heart directly.

"..."

The sudden fiery confession made Song Shuhua very nervous and embarrassed, and the guilt that was suppressed in his heart suddenly resurfaced, beating his conscience tightly.

I don't know what kind of medicine my husband suddenly took by mistake, and I suddenly ran home to tell him these things on the way to work, which has never happened before.He pushed her husband away again.

"Don't say that."

Seeing her husband's flushed face, which seemed sullen, Lu Mingchen was a little dazed.

"Why can't I say, I can't say I love you?"

Song Shuhua lowered his eyelids, pinched his nails, and stammered, "It's a bit...embarrassing to hear such words suddenly."

Lu Mingchen gritted his teeth, and his cheeks hardened accordingly.Husband, does this mean that he is not even allowed to express his feelings?

Seeing her husband staring at him deeply, Song Shuhua tentatively changed the subject: "Would you like some fruit tea? The passion fruit grapefruit tea I made recently is quite delicious."

"Go and cook."

Seeing her husband busy in the kitchen, Lu Mingchen let out a long breath.Forget it, he compromised, if the drag show was really so important to her husband, it was his last sliver of courage and a straw to face the world, how could he take it away again.

How could he have the heart to treat him like Father Song treated his husband back then.

He used someone else's identity to pry open the layers of protective shells, so what should he do next?What should he do to repair their marriage and make her husband try to love her?

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Song Shuhua was removing makeup in the background, the phone screen lit up, and a new message——

【Is your show over today? 】

He freed his hand to reply——

【ended. 】

[Still in the background? 】

【Well, I'm removing makeup. 】

Follow that person and share with him an address, a mutton restaurant near QUEEN.

[It's the beginning of winter today, eat something warm before going home.After a while you go to table No. 3 in this restaurant. 】

The mouthful of mutton hadn't reached his stomach yet, but he already felt warm and full in his stomach, with a sense of fullness and comfort.No matter what kind of psychology the other party has, it is always a good feeling to be cared about and cared about.

From summer to winter, the messages between Song Shuhua and that person were intermittent, not particularly enthusiastic, but there was no interruption, just such a superficial contact.

Song Shuhua knew that the other party had a lover, and the conflict with that lover had been deadlocked and unresolved.The other party regards him as the only "friend" who can talk about these things, maybe with a little emotional sustenance.

Under the double prohibition of having a lover and a husband, Song Shuhua also sticks to his duty as a "friend", and only occasionally chats about trivial matters and boring troubles around each other on the Internet. The most profound intersection is what he bestows. Tickets for the other party's performance, and every time the other party treats him to eat after his performance.

He didn't know why this man was so obsessed with asking him for something. When the weather was warm, he ordered a good meal and delivered it to the back door.The temperature has dropped sharply recently, that time Song Shuhua told him not to order food, because it was cold when it was delivered, these few times he found a good restaurant nearby, and asked Song Shuhua to eat directly after the performance.

In fact, it was a bit troublesome, but Song Shuhua didn't want to waste the other party's kindness, so he went.

[Why do you have to invite me to dinner every time the performance is over? 】

Song Shuhua was helpless.I don't know what the other party's psychology is, as if he thinks that he can't have a full meal on his own.Although it is well intentioned, this kind of stubbornness is also a bit strange and funny.

[Too thin, you haven't seen yourself on the screen?The ribs can be counted clearly, and it hurts to watch. 】

The smile on Song Shuhua's face stopped, and the hanging fingers moved twice but did not type any words, followed by a little heat on his face.

The other party quickly said——

[I mean that you need physical strength to dance pole dancing. If you are thin, your physical strength is very limited. If you gain weight, you may dance better. 】

[Do you think a fat man can look good dancing? 】

[You can gain weight to verify it yourself. 】

After being in contact for so long, Song Shuhua has changed his view of this person in many aspects, except for the annoying tone of his words that he can't adapt to.No wonder this person has to be a boss. If he is a subordinate, if he often talks like this, he may not be able to find a job that can support him.

The other party immediately said——

[I think you will look good even if you are fatter, so there is no need to go on a diet for dancing, and your health is the number one priority. 】

[Who told you I was on a diet? 】

I didn't go on a diet deliberately, but I only have such a big appetite, and I have enough exercise on weekdays, so I don't get fat easily.But under this person's persistent feeding, he has gained several kilograms.

[It’s fine if you don’t go on a diet. Hurry up and eat. There are very few people at the moment.Go home quickly after eating, and tell me when you get home. 】

Discussing his figure with others made Song Shuhua blush.He put his hands on his waist, and unconsciously pinched a small piece of soft flesh, remembering the embarrassment when he almost failed to button the narrowest button of the waist when he was wearing a tight skirt in the old house.

【I'm not going. 】

【why? 】

【How do I know if you are hiding in that shop and spying on me. 】

The other party sent a picture, which is the map point of his car navigation, showing that he has passed the Yangjiang Bridge.

[I will leave after your performance.Besides, peeping you can see more than blatantly watching the show offstage? 】

Song Shuhua frowned deeply, as if he had never said anything about this person except for the time he really poked at the other person's heartache.His witty remarks seem to have failed as his impression of this person got better. At this moment, the person can only curse angrily but shriveled——

【You are an asshole. 】

[I was still a rascal before, did I become a jerk so quickly? 】【Count me as an asshole, go and eat quickly.It's not convenient for me to chat while driving. We'll talk again when you get home after eating. 】

Song Shuhua finished removing her makeup, but the thin rouge-like blush on her cheekbones could not be removed.

My body is a little hot, my heart is beating a little fast, and my mind is a mess.

The other party does this occasionally, and the words reveal a familiar intimacy.This sudden shortening of the distance always made Song Shuhua blush and heartbeat, not knowing what to do.But if you have to say what the other party expressed, there is nothing more than caring.

But why does he care about himself so much?Concerned about whether he is fat or thin, whether he is healthy or not... By the way, he is just projecting his unfulfilled feelings for another period onto himself.He understood this from the very beginning.

But it's clear to understand that things like blushing and rapid heartbeat are beyond his control.

When he was about to leave, he happened to bump into Xiaofeng who had just stepped off the stage, and heavy makeup couldn't hide the disappointment on his face.As soon as he came back, he tore off the headdress and threw it on the dressing table.

"What happened?"

Xiaofeng turned his head, glanced at Song Shuhua, muttered: "Nothing." Then he cursed, "The guests are all idiots."

"Don't blame others for calling you. It's your own fault. You're not a newcomer anymore, and you still make this kind of mistake."

"That's right, it made our tips shrink."

In the scene just now, Xiaofeng was the lead singer, he sang a note and failed to make it up, and then chopped all the way, making it impossible for the dancers behind him to jump down, and was finally slammed off the stage by the guests.After following the business manager, Xiaofeng's problem was obviously that he didn't speak well. This kind of basic problem, even a newcomer would not make it.

For the first time when someone scolded him, Xiaofeng didn't reply.

Song Shuhua didn't know how to comfort him, so he just said: "I'm going to eat mutton soup later, you can come with me."

"Thank you, I'm not going."

"Go, it's just a mistake, eat something delicious and forget about it."