Chapter 118: Extra Six: Chen Juan

【One】
I am 31 years old this year, and Sindayi is 32 years old. I remember when we met, we were both in the first year of high school. I still remember that his birthday was New Year's Eve, but I can't remember how time passed.
It passed so fast, taking away memories I didn't want to remember when I was young, but it didn't take away a single Sindhi.
I think the thing I yearn for the most is freedom, but there is no one kind of freedom. To portray such a lonely Chen Juan, Chen Juan also feels pain and hesitation. In this world, the greatest freedom is not to be trapped in a corner and let go of countless white pigeons in your mind, but to be able to get out of the room and adapt to the crowded world.
I'm not Yanxi, I don't have the patience of Yanxi.
Yes, it is patience.
On the surface, he is unwilling to compromise with the world, but every one of his paintings shows unparalleled care and ambition.
High school classmates attended the full moon banquet of Yanxi and Aheng’s children. When they came back, they murmured with me: "I have never seen a couple like them who are not like husbands and wives. A mother who always cleans up the mess, and a spoiled rascal who is headstrong. How can it be made? How can I still be single? This is unscientific."
I smiled and didn't speak.
For the classmates around us, most of them will only see the imposing A Heng and the high-profile and arbitrary Yanxi. They do not get along with our group of people. Yes, a group of people like us who "used" deeply will never understand, Wen Heng When you are angry, what kind of language should you use to describe the patience and sadness in your eyes; what kind of expression is it like to express hope for the window of A Heng's room, but when there is no expression, the tears keep rolling down.
I don’t remember what I was like, and I don’t even remember who liked me so deeply, but what I can say to my friends, the people I love, and the people I hate are so precious. My dear friends, what can I do as a friend?
Falling in love with Sindhi is the worst thing I have ever done in my life. The mistake was not that I fell in love with a man named Sindhi, the mistake was that I fell in love with a man. And this man happened to bear the most simple and gentle expectation and responsibility in the world.
This is how the red men and green women in this world are. They advertise that true love is innocent, but true love is hindered, and Sa Yazi runs faster than anyone else. At the end, there is a sentence: after all, we have really loved, so that is enough. I said to the wall of my house countless times: "Sindayi, we have loved after all."
The empty room resounded, Sindayi, we loved... Sindayi, we loved... Yes... Sindayi...
But this...not enough.
It was Chen Juan who said this.
Chen Juan held his fingers empty, lifeless and luckless.
【two】
I sent all the money to Dayi and disappeared in the corner of the city.
It is obviously not difficult to hide a person in such a big place. A thirty-year-old man has already learned to constrain. When you walk into a crowded street, you won't see 30-year-old office workers with their heads down. What they pay attention to is always a group of chirping and bright laughing children.
Just because we were all that young once.
And, thinking deeply.
When Aheng and Yanxi's second child was born, the classmates went away again. They asked me if I was going on MSN. I shook my head for the second time, but I thought, I should have a child of my own.
When I went to the orphanage, the young children were almost adopted, and the rest were older and unfamiliar "white-eyed wolves".
I chose the most naughty, talkative, and oldest child. Because he was the most upset, because even though he was the oldest, he was only seven years old.
I was thinking, what was I doing when I was seven? When I was seven, my parents divorced. No one loves him, the short and grown-up yellow boy is always bullied. The last time I transferred to another school, I dressed up as a girl, weak and beautiful, for the first time it became a barrier to survival.
The child I adopted has a nice name, Jiang Mo.
He said with caution: "The name my mother gave me, I will never change it for the rest of my life."
"Well, good." I laughed.
He said he had a brother who was sent to another orphanage. He said that in the future, he can only recognize his brother by name, so he must never change his name.
Jiang Mo's parents were killed in a car accident. Before he died, they took a pair of sons out of the window and died in pain.
Jiang Mo can't forget, and I don't allow him to forget.
【three】
On the first day of primary school, Jiang Mo took my hand and refused to lose it. He and other children attended the entrance ceremony, and looked back and forth.
All the children were laughing and playing, Jiang Mo stood alone, head down, and refused to get close to other children.
I looked a little sad, waved from a distance, and shouted: "Jiang Mo, Dad has been here with you, don't be afraid!"
He turned his head, looked at me, and then wept. He nodded fiercely, then turned his head and joined the first small group in his life.
For the first time, I felt what it was like to be a father, and it warmed my heart.
When Jiang Mo ate every day, he even talked and acted, happily telling me what happened in school. A meal can last an hour. I like this feeling, always smiling while listening to him, and occasionally reprimanding him for being too naughty and doing something wrong.
Jiang Mo said that he has a particularly good friend and would like to take it home to play with toys. I asked a friend to buy too many toys for Jiang Mo from home and abroad. He was very new to everything. He always played by himself and he had never seen a playmate with me. I nodded, agreed to his request and asked him to ask his best child what he likes to eat.
Jiang Mo sat on my lap, hugging my neck and acting like a baby: "Dad, you are so kind."
I laughed, picked him up, and threw him upwards: "My dear son, grow up quickly, and dad grow old soon!"
Jiang Mo suddenly became unhappy, pouting and crying. He hugged my neck tightly and said, "Dad, don't be old, don't die, don't leave me alone."
Don't be old and don't die.
This is really the best wish in the world.
【four】
When Jiang Mo's children arrived at home, I was rushing to cook, but the moment I saw him, I still felt a little dazed.
He bowed politely and said, "Hello uncle, I'm the same."
I touched the child's head and couldn't help but look at him with gentle eyes. When he raised his bright and happy face like a sunflower, I nodded and did not correct this little misunderstanding, and let them go to the game room to play.
During the meal, Jiang Mo gave Yan Qi the dishes with joyful brows: "My father made this delicious, you can try it."
Yan Qi was very happy to eat everything until he ate the ribs and frowned.
Jiang Mo asked him: "What's wrong with you?"
Yan Qi bends his eyes wide and smiles: "My mother often cooks ribs."
When he said this, I laughed out loud and couldn't help laughing. This time I shouldn't be making spare ribs. I met the ancestor who made spare ribs.
Jiang Mo and Yan looked at each other, thinking I was stimulated. I squeezed my little face, and couldn't help but say, "You look so much like your father."
"Do you know my dad?" Yan Qi's eyes lit up, and the little guy seemed to have some illusions and admiration for his evil father.
"Well, yes. I still know your mother." I smiled and said, "I and your parents are high school classmates."
"Ah, do you know my godfather?" Yan Qi became more excited.
Godfather?
"My godfather's name is Xindayi, and his surname is Xin. Mom said, it's hard work." The little guy explained when he looked at me confused.
Oh. Xin, that's what it meant.
If Xin brings bitterness, then Chen, staleness is the old, and the past.
I said, "I also know Sindayi. When he was a child, he gave himself an English name, Eve, which means New Year's Eve."
New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.
【Fives】
Yanxi held a painting exhibition, and I learned from him and Ah Heng's Ai Eryan.
I put on a pair of sunglasses to cover my face, took my son's hand, and got there.
The colors of those paintings are bright and bright, which I have always been familiar with. The people around him commented, admired, or disdain, but no one denied the shock at first sight.
No one of them read the pain behind these old manuscripts, only I knew that this was painted by Aheng during the time when Yanxi was imprisoned after crossing the ocean. How brilliant the color, how changeable, and how bright and brilliant the surface is, his heart is somewhat shrinking, somewhat closed, and somewhat sad.
This is Yanxi's cover. When everything is lost, he does not lose his patience for love and his unchanging dignity.
He once pointed to me and asked, "Chen Juan, are you deaf like mine? Did you hear that? For this kind of person, you killed Dayi who had been with me for eight years!"
Eight years, how long is eight years?
Compared with ten years, eight years are two years short. Eight years is different from ten years. Ten years have achieved Wen Heng and Yanxi, but eight years will not achieve Chen Juan and Xin Dayi.
How am I willing to hurt him?
I looked up at the painting that was so big that it was half of the highest part of the exhibition hall, and it said: Heaven.
【six】
It didn't take long for Lu Liu to walk out of the embarrassment on all sides.
He is a genius, no one doubts, but he has failed in the past, everyone sees it. I vaguely remember that from a long time ago, the Lu family not only disagreed with the Yan family, but also disagreed with the Sun family.
In this exhibition, Lu Liu appeared. I thought he would never show up in front of Ah Heng and Yan Xi again, at least as cheeky as me, only dared to appear secretly with sunglasses on.
Lu Liu brought a group of his secretaries and subordinates with a high profile and called for the "Paradise" by Yanxi, only because Yanxi had put him in "hell".
Aheng is still the same, but his hair has grown a little longer. One thing I was deeply puzzled about, and still can’t understand, is that the length of Aheng’s three-year high school hair was always at the same height, not too short or longer than an inch.
I once grabbed her hair and asked why, Dayi was even more surprised by this question than I was. This child is such a person. Even if he is not beautiful, has no new clothes to wear, and no one loves him, he will always try to make himself look clean.
Apart from gender, the biggest difference between her and Lu Liu lies in this. Aheng never asked why he couldn't get something, but Lu Liu was always asking for something that he couldn't get.
This is what I have seen, Yanxi confronted Lu Liu for the second time. For the first time, I was the only one, Wen Heng heard a heart-wrenching call. This time, I was still there, and Mrs. Yan did her part and was there.
Yan Qi saw Jiang Mo, and the two children squatted together to play a game with a smile, and the tension between the adults could not affect them in the least.
I stood a long way away and watched the excitement. I didn't intend to be a fish in the pond.
"Yanxi." It's difficult to say something for him, but he can still say so softly and sincerely.
Yanxi nodded, then shook his head: "I'm not selling, you can go."
A Heng frowned and asked, "How much do you pay?"
Lu Liu smiled faintly: "Three million."
Yanxi: "Not for sale."
Aheng: "Sell."
Yanxi: "Are you crazy? Sell it to him, you said, don't make trouble with me when you go home. Let me sleep on the sofa and eat spicy ribs, and I will... I will run away!"
A Heng: "Go, go now, go now, how far and how far away! I don't know what is hypocritical all day long. Isn't the exhibition just for selling paintings?"
Yanxi: "My wife, you don't understand my art."
I laughed while listening.
Lu Liu drew a check, threw it to A Heng, and said at random: "3.5 million, is it enough?"
That kind of attitude is really uncomfortable when people see it.
A Heng tore it awkwardly, watching Lu Liu, stretched out his hand and smiled: "Re-sign."
I sighed behind, Lu Liu was obviously taken aback. He had a good temper at the moment, and patiently signed another one: "Twenty million, I bought all the paintings for this exhibition."
Yiyanxi's current worth is considered very reasonable.
Yanxi's expression changed from the distortion just now to expressionless. He was observing Lu Liu, guessing his intentions.
From the performance of these two people, I deeply discovered a truth, no matter how old you are, don't provoke things like old lovers.
Ah Heng was embarrassed: "Yanxi's scribbles and smears are really worth so much money? Although I don't know much, and I don't know how to do business, if you really want to buy it, you will get a 20% discount?"
Yanxi looked at Ah Heng with a face like holding back his urine for several days, but finally said softly and helplessly: "Yes, it's a 20% discount. These are all I painted a few years ago. The effort is not very enough, and it is not worth it. Some money."
Lu Liu nodded, tore another one, and scratched another one.
He handed it to A Heng, but on the ring finger of his right hand he wore the ring that A Heng used to pad the corner of the table.
Things like old lovers, no matter how old they are, are very eye-catching and distinct. Although Lu Liu's old is more wishful thinking.
Yan Qi had accidentally said that Sindayi had a child.
I was thinking, will Sindayi sneeze and sneeze constantly because of my secret hatred? How will his wife speculate about his old lover one day?
The love is so deep, and the old is so shallow, that's the way it is.
Although Aheng's expression is always gentle, I clearly saw her face stiffen. After she accepted the check, she stopped talking.
Anyone who knows Ah Heng knows what a stingy, sensitive but gentle and silent girl is.
If Lu Liu appeared to make A Heng uncomfortable, then I think he succeeded.
Yanxi seems to have noticed that he is loving Wen Heng with a patience that no one can imagine.
Lu Liu asked his secretary to disassemble the painting. The first one to be removed is "Heaven", which is so rich, warm and hopeless.
Lu Liu was expressionless, squatted down, and touched for a long time, but took out the lighter.
Almost everyone did not react, and the painting had already been reduced to ashes in the flames.
The land flow outside the fire had a calm and relaxed face. He smiled slightly, still looking like the little Bodhisattva I knew at first. He raised his head and gently asked Yanxi: "I am so desolate and so desolate, what qualifications do you have to walk into heaven?"
He asked him, what qualifications do you have?
Lu Liu continued to burn the second painting. He asked Yanxi: "Everyone has friends, and so do I. I have spent half my life as my friend. My friend is me, what have I done?"
He burned the third picture, and said in an ordinary way: "Yanxi, it is not easy to love someone, you know better than me."
He burned the fourth and fifth pictures, and finally choked in pain: "Yanxi, so many paintings, I saw you finish with one stroke. You love Wenheng, you are troubled by her, and sad for her, because she is inspired. And I, from before to now, only teach you pain and sadness. However, you will never understand my injustice, because you have never really lost your Aheng. However, I have lost my words forever. ."
He burned the sixth painting and his face was cold. He said: "I burned all the paintings here to make you remember that as long as I live for one day, because of my pain, your heaven will always be a pile of ashes. A piece of nothingness."
A Heng was dumbfounded, her brain circuit with Lu Liu was never in the same line. I guess she was thinking, this man bought 16 million yuan for paper burning, how rich, ridiculous, and sick is this? Sure enough, A Heng threw herself into the flames, her eyes were quick and she took off her coat to put out the fire.
Several holes in the sweater were burnt.
Yan Xi pulled her up.
Then he pulled Lu Liu up, his eyes were cold, and he punched him fiercely, and said coldly, "Is it crazy enough?"
I saw clearly that blood stains spilled over Lu Liu's lips.
It was the first time I saw Yanxi like this.
He tore the check to pieces and threw it to the sky. To Lu Liu, he said word by word: "These paintings are all painted for Ah Heng, but except for "Heaven". The "Heaven" you burned is mine. For the heaven drawn by my former best friend Lu Liu. I never rarely go to heaven, because I know that even when I go to hell, I will be accompanied by a dedicated Wen Heng."
He said: "You are wrong, every word is wrong. Because of you, I have lost my temperament. But losing her is not terrible, because I am sure she is the most blessed woman in the world. Even if no one in the world cherishes her , Even if everyone betrays her, even if she can’t have me, she’s still not pitiful, she’s still not miserable, she’s still in heaven! Because she’s got the most complete that others in the world, including excellent and vicious like you, can’t get, The most sincere feeling, and this feeling, comes from me. I have never believed so firmly that I will not betray this relationship because of you or any woman. No one can take away, no one can contempt, I give you the last The warning!
"If you want to burn the jade and the stone, then, in a death situation, it is definitely not me who is most afraid of, but you bastard!"
Yanxi let go of Lu Liu, her mouth curled up, but her eyes were full of coldness and contempt.
Lu Liu wouldn't die. Lu Liu would rather be alone in his old age than sit in a high position and accumulate "great achievements."
How dare he die?
He doesn't even like to talk about it.
Lu Liu's love didn't last so long, his persistence and hatred were much longer than love.
I understand every word of Yanxi, the strange thing is that I understand all of them.
Lu Liu looked at Yanxi, his eyes full of despair and enlightenment at the moment when a sand table collapsed.
A man appeared not far away. I didn't know who it was, so I hurried forward.
The man hit Lu Liu with a punch. Lu Liu fell backward and hit me, who was in a hurry.
He was fat and beat Lu Liu, and I was also affected by Lu Liu.
"Fuck your ancestor, Lu Liu! You little beast, why do you have a face in front of Lao Tzu's eyes? Why do you have a face to burn Yanxi's paintings? Aren't you not letting Yanxi feel better? Yes, I won't make you feel better. See you hitting you once, you bastard's thing! Take money and smash it, and see if you can kill Lao Tzu or Lao Tzu kill you! Fuck, kill my grandpa!"
My eardrum was shocked by the man. His fist was not light, and I also received several punches. After holding it for a long time, he roared with sweat and tears on his face: "Lu Liu, what the did you do to him, how can you find his mother in six or seven years? Are you there?"
"You say something, is Chen Juan dead or alive?"
The men in the world, except for Sindayi, are not so lively and chic, especially brutal.
I was about to be injured internally by the two of them, and coughed hard. Two children, Jiang Mo and Yan Qi, seemed to have finally noticed the miserable me, and came to pull me conscientiously.
"father!"
"Uncle Jiang!"
Yanxi and Aheng also hurried over and pulled Dayi up.
The children pulled me up.
I took a sigh of relief, and Da Yi was stunned before speaking. He trembled and took off my sunglasses.
"I'm not dead." I thought I had a natural, brilliant, evil, and stylish smile, but my son who didn't have long eyes screamed, "Dad, why are you crying?"
【Seven】
I was relatively speechless with my old lover.
He pursed his lips, his dark face was glowing with iron.
"I'm not here to find the ballast, and I'm not in the same group with Lu Liu. I just came to see Yanxi's painting exhibition, and they got into trouble..." I explained stiffly, but stared at his face.
"Fucking dead ladyboy, who told you to come back, didn't you elope with Lu Liu?" He couldn't help but slapped the table and yelled.
I was speechless.
How to explain? I returned all the money to him and posted all my private money, just to make him feel better.
It is estimated that after we finish talking, we both have to fight.
When he was young, he loved to fight and solve problems. His IQ was destined to be unable to solve problems calmly and normally.
So, I was expressionless, I just picked the corner of my eyes, and I was not afraid of boiling water.
I rolled up my sleeves under the table quietly, in case he was helpless when he suddenly attacked for a while.
He really... stretched out his hand.
I stiffened my neck back vigilantly, but Sin Dayi's hand stopped. He saw Jiang Mo in the distance and reluctantly smiled: "Your son is so good-looking, he looks like you."
My grass, what looks in my eyes, can see that our father and son look alike. DNA can be consistent with eating and sleeping together?
He waved to the three or four-year-old boy who was shoveling sand in the distance. Although the boy was neatly dressed, he looked stupid and had uneaten cotton candy beside his mouth. He hurriedly pointed to the child and said, "My son. How about it, does he look like me?"
My son Jiang Mo was stunned, holding the little baby and burst into tears: "Shui'er, it's my brother!"
The stupid little baby also hugged my son Jiang Mo and cried fiercely, shouting heartbreakingly: "Brother."
I curled my lips with expressionlessly and despised Sin Dayi: "I adopted Jiang Mo from the orphanage."
A Heng and Yan Xi, who came with him, laughed together: "Jiang Shui, too, was adopted by Dayi at the beginning of the year."
I added bluntly and humorously: "Then what, Xin Baboon, what you said, really, don't you and me give birth to them? They look not only like me, but also like you. ."
Xin Baboon's face flushed, and he fisted over.
The two of us really... still, we fought.
【Eight】
I am not with Sindayi.
I agreed with him that if the children grow up 20 years later, he still hasn't changed his mind to marry and have children, then we will grow old together and stay together for the rest of our lives.
Jiang Mo and I still live together, and Dayi and Jiang Shui have been living together happily.
The children grow up very fast. Occasionally, I would send Jiang Mo and his brother to meet, and occasionally Dayi would bring Xiaoshui as a guest.
Jiang Mo and Jiang Shui are brothers.
Sindayi and I are also brothers.
brothers forever.
Just like Aheng and Yanxi, they have cultivated the relationship between husband and wife for ten years. I guess, Dayi and I have only brotherhood.