The right way to break up with a lawyer

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Seeing Zhao Ling staring at the phone in a daze, Jian Shaojun leaned over and saw the comment naturally, smiled and shook his head: "The car overturned."

He originally thought that Zhao Ling would blush, but who knew that Zhao Ling put the phone upside down on the table, and the smile in his eyes before was completely gone, very calm, but Jian Shaojun couldn't help frowning .

It was the calm before the storm.

Jian Shaojun stretched out his hands to cover Zhao Ling's eyes, and he felt the brushing of his palms when his eyelashes blinked.

For a moment, he couldn't tell if he was thinking about comforting Zhao Ling, or Zhao Ling was warming himself.

"I'm fine." Zhao Ling laughed, "Is it obvious? It seems that I haven't made much progress in all these years."

Jian Shaojun shook his head lightly: "It's not obvious to others."

The corners of Zhao Ling's lips that were trying to rise suddenly twitched uncontrollably, but he quickly restrained it.Even so, Jian Shaojun still felt his palms become wet.

Jian Shaojun raised his left hand, slowly placed it on Zhao Ling's head, and stroked Zhao Ling's skull with unfamiliar movements.

Zhao Ling's shoulders trembled slightly, and he murmured in a steamy voice, "Isn't it embarrassing?"

"Don't be ashamed." Jian Shaojun stroked the back of his head and straightened his back, again and again, and the two of them completed a movement that was almost hugging.

Zhao Ling's tears didn't fall completely after all, they fell into Jian Shaojun's palm, and the wet eyes were finally dried by the warm palm.

Jian Shaojun didn't pursue the question, but asked when he got up the next morning: "Do you need me to pick it up with you?"

Zhao Ling, who was still sleepy, woke up in an instant, and shook his head frantically: "No, no, no."

"Is that why I'm so shameless?" Jian Shaojun raised his eyebrows.

"If possible, I don't even want to go." Zhao Ling sighed, and lay down heavily on the bed.

"Who is that person?" Jian Shaojun saw Zhao Ling's resistance for the first time. Thinking of Zhao Ling's gaffe last night, he could only reasonably guess, "The former teacher? Or the leader?"

"Neither..." Zhao Ling stared at the ceiling for a long time, then sat up suddenly, pursed his lower lip, "Are you free today?"

Jian Shaojun glanced at the half-written document at hand, pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Yes."

"I'm serious..." Zhao Ling saw that Jian Shaojun probably still had work to do, and began to regret making this request, "It might not be a good experience today, I also had a sudden thought in my head, if you……"

"I'm free." Jian Shaojun looked at Zhao Ling, "Zhao Ling, I'm free."

No more time, he was also free when he heard the phrase "it won't be a good experience".

This morning, Zhao Ling was very silent, including silently staring blankly in front of the closet.Hands hesitated for a long time among the sports hoodies and suits, and seemed to be unable to make up their minds about what to wear.

"Don't know what to wear?"

"Hmm... It feels too casual to wear sportswear. I don't know if wearing a suit will give you a sense of distance."

"Who is it?"

Zhao Ling was silent again, before saying after a while: "A person I haven't seen for a long, long time."

Jian Shaojun reached into the closet and took off the sports hoodie to make a decision for Zhao Ling: "Wear this."

Since it's been a long time since we haven't seen each other, according to Zhao Ling's previous experience, we probably met him when he was a child.Since it is to meet an old friend, kindness is far more important than solemnity.

"Do you want to bring some gifts?" Jian Shaojun was afraid that Zhao Ling would be embarrassed, so he took the initiative to introduce the things at home that can be given away, "It's useless for me to keep it anyway, you can use it as you like."

"Bring... but don't bring these, there should be ones in the supermarket downstairs."

Sitting in the car, Jian Shaojun saw two bottles of Red Star Erguotou in the Zhaoling plastic bag coming out of the supermarket, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Is this person good?"

"I think so." Zhao Ling smiled helplessly, "To be honest, I haven't contacted him for so many years, and I don't know what he likes now."

"Then do you want to change the bag? There should be a gift bag in the rear compartment."

"No, just this." Zhao Ling's eyes fell on the red plastic bag, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

The address of Zhao Lingbao was an old community hidden in an alley, not too close to them. The roads that were congested on weekdays were cleared because of weekends.

Jian Shaojun said with a smile: "If the handle is pulled off, Mr. Zhao will have to fix it for me."

Realizing that he had lost his composure, Zhao Ling withdrew his hand like lightning. Only then did Jian Shaojun realize that Zhao Ling was in a tense and tense state from the beginning to the end.

This is different from Zhao Ling's state last night. If last night was depressed, then today Zhao Ling is completely nervous. With this, Jian Shaojun can also confirm that the person Zhao Ling met today and the person who sent messages with him last night Should not be the same person.

Too……

Mrs. Brown doesn't sound like a person who would like Red Star Erguotou.

But who to meet?

Jian Shaojun vaguely had a guess, but he was not sure.

Parking the car on the side of the road, the two entered the community on foot.

Zhao Ling didn't ask for directions, but seemed to have succeeded in finding that building among the old buildings whose signs had peeled off paint by relying on his memory.

Looking up at the Tongzilou in front of him, Zhao Ling couldn't help but smile wryly: "Jian Shaojun, do you know? When I was young, I thought this building was very tall, and it has always been tall in my impression for so many years. But I will look at it again today." , only to find that the building is actually very short.”

"You lived here as a child?"

"I've lived there." Zhao Ling took two steps back and sat on a rusty bench facing the doorway, "Even this chair hasn't changed. It's just that the paint was still Brand-new."

Jian Shaojun also sat beside Zhao Ling: "How long have you lived here?"

"One month."

Zhao Ling turned his head to Jian Shaojun: "I have been lying to you about one thing. I have been to City B, and even lived here, but I never want to think about it this month."

"what happened?"

"Nothing happened, it's because nothing happened, so I don't want to recall it." Zhao Ling said slowly, "I placed many, many hopes for this month, and in the end, none of them came true."

"Then you didn't lie to me." Jian Shaojun smiled back, "How did you come to a place that didn't leave you any happy memories?"

"But now I've been here." The corners of Zhao Ling's lips raised slightly, and he looked at the old building again. He knew that his courage to sit here at this moment was inseparable from the man beside him.

In any case, no matter what their relationship is, the period of knowing Jian Shaojun is undoubtedly the most memorable time in the past 20 years.

They sat like this from noon to sunset, and the old man couldn't help but ask them: "Young man, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Mr. Zhao who lives on the seventh floor..."

"You are looking for Lao Zhao!" The old man tapped his crutches, "Why didn't you ask earlier, I went to the hospital with his girl, and she probably hasn't come back yet. Are you waiting for him? It's so cold today, do you want to go?" It's warm in my house."

Zhao Ling was absent-minded for a moment, and then asked a little nervously: "He, is he in good health? Why did he go to the hospital?"

"Okay." The old man laughed, and realized that Zhao Ling had misunderstood what he said, "It's not that he has a medical problem, he's going to accompany his girl for a prenatal checkup."

Astonishment climbed onto Zhao Ling's face like this, and he was stunned for a long time until Jian Shaojun's arm wrapped around his shoulder.

Zhao Ling heard Jian Shaojun whisper in his ear: "It's all over, it doesn't matter anymore."

When he heard the surname of the person Zhao Ling was looking for, Jian Shaojun knew that his guess was right.According to Zhao Ling, he only went out after primary school.

If his parents divorced before he was 12 years old, even if he remarried immediately and had a child, it is still impossible to have a daughter who is old enough to be pregnant.

unless……

This possibility is probably the reason why Zhao Ling was astonished.

"It's okay." Zhao Ling shook his head, "You're right, it doesn't matter anymore."

They had all gone from his life, either active or passive absence.

Their lives have nothing to do with him.

He does not want and cannot interfere in the lives of others.

"Young man? What's the matter?" The old man was very talkative. Seeing that their expressions were wrong, and seeing two bottles of wine at Zhao Ling's feet, he joked cheerfully, "You can't be the suitors of the girl from the Zhao family, are you? That's too late. His uncle is also a policeman, so don't come to the door rashly. "

"No, you're joking." Jian Shaojun smiled and took over the conversation, "Are we here to find Uncle Zhao? Since he's not here, we'll come back another day."

"Hey, don't you guys have his phone number?" The old man felt that something was wrong. It is said that no one would squat downstairs when visiting the house these days. Seeing the two people looking handsome, the old man took out his mobile phone, "I Call him for you."

Seeing that the call was about to be connected, Zhao Ling quickly pressed the old man's hand: "Thank you, he told us earlier that he would be late and asked us to go upstairs and wait, don't we think the corridor is boring? Come out for a stroll. It is estimated that he will be back soon, let's go upstairs and wait."

The old man nodded, and did not forget to tell him: "The corridor is also cold, so don't just stand there, his wife is probably there too."

Zhao Ling responded vaguely, afraid that the old man would continue to make calls enthusiastically, he was not afraid of anything else, he was afraid that if he dared not answer the phone, he would turn around and be taken to the police station by the old man as a suspicious person.

Zhao Ling originally wanted to go into the building to hide, but unexpectedly, the old man did not leave.

Jian Shaojun suddenly said: "Everyone is here, do you want to go up and have a look?"

"No." Zhao Ling took a long breath, "It's better not to disturb his life."

"I didn't let you in, just look at the door and see if it looks like the picture in your memory."

When Zhao Ling saw the unfamiliar door, he pursed his lips. Naturally, this was not the door he had hidden in his mind, but also...

After so many years, it is impossible to still use the old wooden doors at that time.

There are neat couplets on the left and right sides of the door, and the word "Fu" is pasted upside down on the door.

Knowing that he is doing well now is not a waste of time, Zhao Ling thought of the man's red eyes when he parted, and the desolate cry of the man hugging his thin shoulders at the airport: "Lingling, it's because Dad is incompetent... "

Zhao Ling suddenly felt relieved, for the past and just now.

Gently put the red plastic bag on the floor mat with the words "Entry and Exit Safe" at the door. When Zhao Ling looked up, he caught a glimpse of the crooked lines drawn with an extremely pale pencil on the white wall outside the door frame.

——"Dad, I'm already this tall."

—— "How tall does Lingling want to be in the future?"

——"I want to be as tall as my dad! Dad, you can also draw your height on the line. One day, I can grow to that line."

Zhao Ling straightened up and looked at the pencil line that was now only level with his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes instantly turned red.

He took out the car keys in his pocket, and used the key blade to draw a lead mark on his current height.

He grew past that line, but the person who would call him "Lingling" at that time was no longer by his side.

When night fell, the warm-hearted old man who had just dropped by the neighbor's house and was about to go home for dinner almost bumped into someone in the doorway.

When he saw someone coming, the old man slapped his thigh: "You old Zhao, this young man in this cold weather, no matter how strong his firepower is, he can't stand the cold."

"Brother Li, what are you talking about?"

"Hey, don't you know? Didn't you invite two young men to come? They have been waiting for you outside the door all afternoon, so I tried to persuade them to enter the building."

"Dad, who are you dating?" The woman with a slightly protruding belly, with short ear-length hair pinned behind her ears, was gentle yet heroic.

Zhao Qian was stunned, why did he date two young men?

"Those two young men are tall and handsome, and they came to see you with their things."

Listening to Uncle Li's scolding all the way, Zhao Qian was puzzled and felt wronged. Seeing that he had arrived at the door of his house, Zhao Qian was planning to open the door to see how tall these two young men were, a sign that would make Li When the elder brother was so upset for them, his eyes were attracted by the red plastic bag on the floor mat.

The woman was immediately happy when she saw the words on the wine bottle: "Dad, don't say that I really came to see you, I know you are good. But the doctor can tell you that you have high uric acid and don't allow you to drink more."

Zhao Qian didn't say anything, he knew he didn't date any young man, and he also knew that the person with the plastic bag at the door definitely didn't go in.

His gaze was fixed on the lead mark on the wall that revealed a fresh way out: "He... what about others?"

"Let's go into the house." Uncle Li squinted and glanced at his watch, "It's been an hour—"

His words stopped abruptly, and the woman looked at her father in surprise, and she found that the eyes of her father, who had always been silent and rarely lost his composure, were red at the moment.

The author says:

Zhao Ling: It's a bit embarrassing...

Jian Shaojun: Why?Because you scribbled on the wall?

Zhao Ling: Jian Shaojun!You have no childhood!

Jian Shaojun: How do you know?What's more, I'm not talking about your childhood, I'm talking about just now.

Zhao Ling: You don't understand romance!

Jian Shaojun: If I were you, I would compare myself.Tell him I'm taller than you.

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