Flash marriage does not end well

After nine years, Wen Zhihan called Dr. Chu again. Fortunately, the other party has not changed his contact information for so many years.He pushed the trolley and walked between the shelves of the imported supermarket, while Lin Qian's eyes lingered on the packages of goods on the surface, but in fact all his attention was on the phone in his hand.

During the ten or so seconds of waiting for the call to be connected, Wen Zhihan had a subtle premonition in his heart, his temples were throbbing all the time, and his pulse seemed to break through his skin at any moment.

No one has ever told Lin Qian about the story about falling down the stairs.

At that time, Lin Qian ran away from Wen's house, and Han Jing went to visit him from time to time, but when he came back, he always said with a sad face that Lin Qian's mood fluctuated a lot now, and he didn't want to see him again no matter what.He had no choice but to wait for Lin Qian to give birth and then go to see him. Dr. Chu was the doctor who took care of Lin Qian at that time and would notify him in time of any situation.

Although there were not many people in the supermarket, it was still not very quiet. Lin Qian held his breath and paid attention with all his attention, but still could only hear a few words.

After a while, Wen Zhihan put down the phone, stared at the long corridor for a few seconds, and then grabbed the handrail of the trolley.

"Dr. Chu said, when you fell down the stairs, because you needed emergency treatment, he called me twice but couldn't get through. He had to go to the operation first. When I contacted me after the operation, my mother answered the call. She Don't let him tell me about it."

Lin Qian was stunned for a moment, his mind was in a mess for a moment.

"Mr. Han, why?"

"I do not know."

Wen Zhihan shook his head, walked forward slowly, the small black wheels rolled over the cracks in the floor tiles one after another, and turned back to look at Lin Qian after a few seconds, "But from the result, she might I don’t want us to get involved any more.”

The two walked without saying a word, only the sound of footsteps one after another lingered in their ears.

"Lin Qian—"

Wen Zhihan stopped suddenly, hesitated for a few seconds, and asked, "Have you and that person named Xu Huan ever been together?"

"Xu Huan?" Lin Qian couldn't help frowning, and after thinking for a while, he picked out the name from the corner of his memory, "Of course not."

"He was just my neighbor at the time and would take care of him occasionally."

"Who told you I was with him?"

……

Wen Zhihan was inexplicably distracted, and a calm face appeared in front of him after a long time.

He vaguely remembered that when he finally pried Lin Qian's residence out of Han Jing's mouth at first, he immediately found time to go there, but saw another alpha coming in and out of that house familiarly and naturally, even together with Lin Qian and Han Jing Talking and laughing, he once thought that alpha was the illegitimate child of Han Jing and Xu Guangchuan.

The three of them walked side by side, walking under the shade of the trees at dusk, and it seemed that only I, who was following in the car like a thief, was an outsider.

He sat in the car, feeling cold all over, disappointed and powerless, wishing he had never been here.

And just a few days before Wen Yang was born, that is, the same day Lin Qian fell down the stairs, Han Jing quietly planned to meet Xu Guangchuan again, but was trapped for almost an hour because of a faulty bathroom door lock at home, waiting for the babysitter When I came back to find someone to open the lock and rushed over, Xu Guangchuan had died of a sudden illness while waiting. Han Jing had been in a bad state of mind and was hospitalized that night. He rushed over to accompany the bed and missed Dr. Chu again. Han Jing received the phone call by coincidence.

Until today, he seemed to finally understand what Han Jing meant when he was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling and saying in a low voice, "I don't want her tragedy to continue".

"Then my mother gave me back the ring that I proposed to you back then, and said that you don't want it anymore, so I don't need to see you again." Wen Zhihan lowered his head, his tone changed, "Say you have already talked to Xu You are still together, and you showed me a picture of the two of you."

Lin Qian was in a daze at this moment, as if he had been washed away by the tides of the sea and lost his judgment. He couldn't connect what Wen Zhihan described with his own memory. I accidentally lost it at that time, and as for the photo, Xu and I should only have a photo together with Teacher Han there."

He took a deep breath, and his tone became more serious, "But you never came to see Wen Yang when he was born."

"I went," Wen Zhihan looked up at him, and continued while recalling, "When you went, you were sleeping, and Xu was still sitting by the bed and holding your hand."

"At that time, my mother had already fallen ill because of the news of Xu Guangchuan's death, and I mistakenly thought that you were with Xu Guangchuan's son. I just thought everything was absurd and ridiculous, and even thought that you and my mother were together—" Wen Zhihan paused , the pupils were pitch black, and the thin lips touched up and down lightly, "—betrayed me."

Lin Qian flinched unconsciously, but fortunately Wen Zhihan's tone quickly returned to normal.

"For a long time after that, I was extremely resistant to seeing you. To be more frank, I had a desire for revenge, so when my dad tried to delay our divorce, I acquiesced in him doing that. I didn't want Xu Huan to do that. The person who took me away easily. I actually went to you two or three years later. You were still working in Shuhe District. Occasionally, I would drive behind you when you got off work, but it seemed that I was discovered within a few days. Soon you quit your job without warning and moved further afield."

Lin Qian frowned and thought for a moment, then remembered something, and couldn't help showing a look in his eyes that couldn't be explained.

"It turns out that the pervert a few years ago was you. I said, shit."

Wen Zhihan raised his eyebrows, and smiled softly: "Well, I thought you were avoiding me on purpose, you know I'm not the kind of person who likes to make fun of myself, at that time I had slowly thought about it, turned around Looking at it again, I think maybe my mother is right, I won't show up anymore, at least, no one will lie to you anymore."

"Afterwards, my father's health gradually became unwell. The company urgently needed someone who would lead the way. I was sent out for a few years, and I was a little more stable the year before last. It wasn't until my father passed away that I went to find you again and saw you drunk alone. I came out of the bar quickly. To be honest, I was very irritable at the time, and I said a lot of harsh words to you because of it. I immediately asked a lawyer to draw up a divorce agreement that night, intending to compensate you as much as possible. The wrong relationship came to an end, but when the agreement was actually passed on, I realized that I have been letting my dad delay this matter, not because I wanted revenge, but because I was reluctant."

Lin Qian's footsteps stopped abruptly, and she looked sideways at Wen Zhihan for a while, feeling her chest constricted, as if thousands of thick dark clouds were blocking her.He wanted to say a lot at once, questioning, confiding, grievance, including venting, but in the end, he stopped at the jaw, and all the turbulent emotions ran down to the tightly clenched fingertips.

"Wen Zhihan, do you know what your name is?"

His expression calmed down, and he paused every word, "I don't cry when I don't see the coffin."

After hearing this, Wen Zhihan let out a sigh of relief, pulled away from the long memories, and then pretended to be relaxed and joked: "It's New Year's Eve, it's unlucky to say these words."

"You can talk?"

Lin Qian glanced at him.

"You can talk and you drove me away that night? I lost my job that day and learned of your father's death. I couldn't even drink alcohol? You can talk and you were caught cheating me into getting married nine years ago and you were so angry that you left me. Run away from home? You don't think I can forgive you right away by pushing Teacher Han out as an excuse?"

Lin Qian's voice was louder than his voice, causing the few customers around him to cast curious glances. He had no choice but to stabilize the surging blood, and suddenly felt a faint throbbing pain in the left side of his lower abdomen, and subconsciously moved his hands Covering it, he leaned against the shelf and hissed twice.

Then Wen Zhihan's figure came over, holding his arm with one hand, stroking his back with the other, breathing for him one after another, and slowly said:

"...It was my fault that I lied to you to get married back then, Lin Qian, I apologize to you. I have said so much, but I didn't mean to clear up the responsibility, nor did I want to kidnap you and forgive me morally."

"But please also believe that the starting point of some people's marriage is not love, but for me, the starting point of love is this marriage."

Lin Qian's brain suddenly ached, like a wild animal relying on instinct to foresee some danger, he raised his head and stared at Wen Zhihan for a while, then pushed his hand away involuntarily.

"I don't want to hear it, and I don't understand it."

After saying this, he staggered to his feet, left Wen Zhihan behind, and hurried towards the exit.

The scattered goods on both sides gradually became blurred at the edge of the field of vision, and the voices of various people talking around, the sound of the wheels of the trolley, the sound of the supermarket's radio, everything became very far away.

It wasn't until he got on a bus in a daze that his consciousness seemed to be recalled again.

The bus started slowly after a loud closing sound, and Lin Qian, who was sitting in the last row, was jolted, rubbed his temples, and took a deep breath.

The phone vibrated suddenly after a few seconds.

Wen Zhihan sent him a WeChat message.

[Lin Qian, if you don’t want to hear it, then I’ll tell you in words, if you don’t understand, then I’ll tell you in a simpler way. ]

[I love you. ]