Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

When Xia Lin looked up, he found that he had already arrived at the door of the house.

The door is closed.

He remembered that today was the third day of Song Yan's business trip, and according to the plan, he should have two more days to come back.

Xia Lin stood quietly outside the door, his hands and feet were cold, and his expression was in a trance. The medical certificate held in his hand seemed to be a weight, so heavy that he couldn't lift his hand to open the door.

Even if he entered the house, he would never see Song Yan, and no one would come to comfort him or hug him.

Xia Lin was in a daze for some time, but finally took out the key and opened the door slowly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the door, there was a choking smell of smoke.

Xia Lin subconsciously coughed a few times, and when she looked intently, she found Song Yan sitting silently on the sofa in the living room with his head bowed, with half a cigarette in his hand, his whole body shrouded in smog, and on the tea table in front of him, scattered cigarette butts everywhere.

Xia Lin was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses, subconsciously dodged the hand holding the medical certificate, he hadn't figured out how to tell Song Yan about this, he didn't want to see Song Yan feel sorry for him.

"Why did you come back early?" He changed his relaxed tone and walked towards the window, "Smoking so much, I don't open the window to get some air."

"Stop." Song Yan slowly raised his head to look at him, and said in a deep voice.

Xia Lin stopped in his tracks suddenly, he found that Song Yan's complexion was dark at the moment, his eyes were gloomy, and he even showed a bit of irrepressible anger.

"What's wrong?" He lowered his volume and turned to walk towards Song Yan, "Is the work not going well?"

Song Yan stood up suddenly, fixed his eyes on Xia Lin without blinking, and his whole body showed a guarded posture, obviously refusing his approach

"Guess who I saw when I went to City C this time?"

"Who?"

"Yu Luotong."

Xia Lin's breathing suddenly stopped.

"What?" Song Yan continued to stare at him, with a mocking smile on his face, "Are you surprised? In my lifetime, I was able to find Luo Tong again."

Xia Lin's heart stopped for two beats, and then he heard his own voice ask hollowly: "Luo Tong...has he returned to China?"

"Sure enough, you knew that he had gone abroad a long time ago." Song Yan's face became more mocking, even revealing a trace of deep hatred, "But back then, why did you lie to me that Luo Tong was dead? You just wished him earlier die?

"I couldn't force it at the beginning..."

"Snapped--"

Before Xia Lin finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Song Yan's slap.

He only felt that his eyes were dark, his body was on the verge of falling, and he quickly stretched out his hands to support the wall, so that he could barely stabilize his figure.

Resisting the burning pain on his cheek, he took a low breath, and waited until his eyes were clear again, and then slowly said: "Can you... can you listen to me?"

Song Yan sneered: "Do you think I will be stupid enough to trust you again?"

"..." Another wave of dizziness struck, Xia Lin closed his eyes, and swallowed back the words he had just organized.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Song Yan smiled coldly, "Xia Lin, I have treated you well all these years, and I have also thought about spending my whole life with you like this to fulfill my promise to grow old with you. But how did you treat me? You lied to me that Luo Tong was dead, seeing me wandering in pain for so long, and finally kept me by your side, you won, are you proud of yourself?"

Xia Lin closed her eyes again: "Song Yan, there is no winner or loser in love. I admit that I sneaked in when you were in pain and hesitation, but it was not my intention to lie to you that Luo Tong was dead."

"Enough!" Song Yan interrupted him coldly, "Your pretentious appearance makes me disgusted even if I take a second look."

He walked quickly towards the door, Xia Lin suddenly caught up with him in a panic, grabbed his arm, pitifully like a pet about to be abandoned: "Song Yan, where are you going?"

Song Yan shook off his hand without looking back: "You have one day to move out of my house!"

"...Song Yan?" Xia Lin's face turned pale little by little.

"I don't want to see you again, please disappear from my world." After Song Yan said, he went out and closed the door firmly.

Xia Lin stood there in a daze for a long while, tears of despair gradually overflowed.

"Yu Luotong, since you were determined to fake death and disappear, why come back now..."

He somewhat hated Yu Luotong's back-and-forth, but hated himself even more for being helpless at the moment.

He took a few steps back, sat slumped in a corner, let his tears flow silently, and sat until dusk fell.

Finally, he remembered the medical certificate.

He wiped away his tears, looked down at the crumpled medical certificate in his hand, and gradually calmed down.

"That's it," he let out a heavy breath, and said to himself, "this...is fine."

He hadn't thought about how to tell Song Yan about this, but God had already made a decision for him.

In fact, no matter whether Yu Luotong returns to China or not, he and Song Yan are destined not to grow old together in this lifetime.

That being the case, why not let yourself go free and easy.

Thinking of this, Xia Lin crumpled up the medical certificate and threw it into the wastebasket.

Then, he opened the window to dispel the smell of smoke in the room, cleaned the ashtray on the coffee table, put in and folded the clothes hanging on the balcony, and labeled the food in the refrigerator by category.

Then, he packed his suitcase, put the house key back on the shoe cabinet, and took a last look at the place where he and Song Yan had remembered for several years, then opened the door and walked out.