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Chapter 26 You Will Meet Someone Better Than Me

Feng Qingzhu was lying on the bed, tossing and turning sleeplessly.

Memories are too bitter, and thinking about them is torture.

Before finding Luo Zhiwen, he didn't even dare to recall that period of the past.

What do you want him to think?

Watch the love of this life fall into the quagmire of revenge step by step, and finally die in the raging fire.

Or look at the enemy who is full of ambition and has lived in style for more than ten years?

But now the enemy is reincarnated, and the lover divorces him...

Feng Qingzhu sat up from the bed with a gloomy face, got up and walked outside the door.

Luo Zhiwen didn't lock the door, probably because he felt that a drunk would sleep on the bed, and he didn't have the consciousness to lock him up, anyway, it was convenient for Feng Qingzhu.

The lights in the living room were not turned on, and the TV screen flickered on and off, illuminating Luo Zhiwen's delicate face.

Feng Qingzhu walked over on tiptoe, he didn't even hear the footsteps.

What was shown on the TV was not a variety show, but a late-night emotional interview. Luo Zhiwen hugged the pillow and squinted his eyes. He didn't know if he was watching TV or thinking about it.

Feng Qingzhu stood in the shadow and stared at it for a while.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, Ah Wen is a very quiet person.

Feng Qingzhu remembered that Ah Wen's favorite thing to do in the past was to sit in the courtyard and read a book. He spent the whole afternoon reading it, until the sky was so dark that he couldn't read the words on the book clearly that he thought of lighting the lamp.

As for Luo Zhiwen...

Feng Qingzhu sadly found out that he had been married to him for three years, but he had never understood him at all.

I don't know his preferences, I don't know what he is like.

They are the most familiar strangers.

Luo Zhiwen yawned a little, leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes.

The guest room hadn't been tidied up, and the sheets on the bed hadn't been cleaned in time, so he couldn't be bothered to change them now.

Anyway, Feng Qingzhu will leave tomorrow when he sobers up.

Luo Zhiwen thought to himself, when the time comes, he will have a place to sleep.

If you have a place to sleep, you won't be afraid that Feng Qingzhu will make trouble after getting drunk...

Before Luo Zhiwen finished thinking, his whole body lightened suddenly.

He opened his eyes in a panic, just in time to meet Feng Qingzhu's heavy gaze.

The emotion in those eyes was too deep, inexplicably, Luo Zhiwen's momentum suddenly eased: "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Feng Qingzhu lowered his eyes, "Sleeping here will catch a cold."

From the tone of his voice, he was completely sober.

Luo Zhiwen breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I'll cover you with a blanket."

Feng Qingzhu gave a low "hmm", then continued to carry him to the bedroom.

"Just put me on the sofa." Luo Zhiwen had no choice but to add, "No need... hug me."

"You're not wearing socks." Feng Qingzhu kept walking, and he was about to reach the door of the room.

He began to worry: "It doesn't matter, it's just a few steps, it won't be cold."

It's a pity that the door of the bedroom has been gently pushed open by Feng Qingzhu with his shoulder, and a faint smell of alcohol wafted out.

Luo Zhiwen couldn't help frowning.He doesn't like to drink, and he doesn't like the people around him to drink.

But after three years of marriage, Feng Qingzhu didn't even give him an annoying chance.

Thinking of this, Luo Zhiwen wanted to get off Feng Qingzhu even more.

The man didn't smell of alcohol, but the unwashed clothes were still reminding him how difficult Feng Qingzhu was when he was drunk.

"Don't make trouble." Feng Qingzhu put his arms around his waist, "I'm afraid I'll fall you."

In the dark room, Luo Zhiwen heard a clear and audible heartbeat.

Is it Feng Qingzhu, or himself?

He couldn't tell, and he didn't want to tell.

For Luo Zhiwen, any belated tenderness doesn't count.

When Feng Qingzhu put him on the bed, he clearly felt Luo Zhiwen's resistance.

"You rest." Feng Qingzhu pursed his lips, took a step back, and moved away from him.

When Luo Zhi heard the words, his suspended heart finally fell.

He heard Feng Qingzhu leave the room, close the door, and finally even the door of the house was closed, and finally realized that Feng Qingzhu really left in the middle of the night.

Luo Zhiwen threw off the quilt in a hurry, and rushed to the window - under the street lamp in the distance, a small halo of yellow light shrouded the continuous drizzle - Feng Qingzhu's lonely back broke in.

His heart ached sharply.

The phone screen suddenly lit up.

Luo Zhiwen lowered his head, his eyes lingered on "04:23" for a moment, and soon fell on the message from Feng Qingzhu.

"I hope you meet better people in the future."

--Snapped!

The phone fell to the ground, Luo Zhiwen covered his face, leaned against the wall, and sat down slowly.

The cold wind rolled the raindrops and crackled on the glass windows.

He landed on an isolated island, and his whole body was precarious.

The inaudible choking sound was drowned out by the howling wind, and Luo Zhiwen's fingers were wet.

better person?

Well, if compared with Feng Qingzhu after marriage, he really believes that he will meet better people in the future.

Can……

But he no longer has the courage to continue loving the next person.

Since he regretted it now, why did Feng Qingzhu refuse to treat him better after three years of marriage?

Luo Zhiwen couldn't figure it out, his request was not high at all, he didn't need anything, but he didn't even get the respect he deserved!

The screen of the phone lights up again.

It was still a message from Feng Qingzhu.

"Even if there are people waiting for you ahead, I will still wait for you where I am."

"What..." Luo Zhiwen smiled through tears, and soon more tears welled up in his eyes.

He doesn't need anyone to wait for him, nor does he need blessings for the future.

He only felt aggrieved for what he had suffered.

Luo Zhiwen sat on the floor for about ten minutes, then suddenly got up, grabbed his coat, and rushed out the door.

It's warm inside the door, but the wind is blowing outside.

He stepped on the stagnant water and rushed into the heavy rain, only to realize that he had forgotten his umbrella.

But how could Luo Zhiwen care about an umbrella?

The dim street lamp was like the last flame in the downpour, faithfully exuding a warm halo, and Feng Qingzhu, who was holding his mobile phone, was standing in a pale yellow halo, just like the message he sent, He remained motionless until he heard footsteps, and then hugged him who rushed forward.

"I didn't forgive you." Luo Zhiwen was shivering from the cold embrace, avoiding Feng Qingzhu's approaching lips, "You owe me this!"

I owe him the love, the care I owe him, and the love I owe him.

"En." Feng Qingzhu hugged Luo Zhiwen tightly in his arms, fearing that he would get wet, he hurriedly took off his coat and put it on his head.

Luo Zhiwen's teeth were still chattering from the cold: "You said... You said I would meet someone better... Why do you say that?"

Hot tears mixed with the rain, he wiped his face fiercely: "Why do you interfere in my life?!"

"Ah Wen..."

"Don't call me!" Luo Zhiwen interrupted Feng Qingzhu angrily, "Did you do it on purpose? With just a few words, my future has been arranged...... Who do you think you are? We are already divorced Divorce, do you understand the meaning of divorce? Feng Qingzhu, we are two strangers now!"

The exasperated questioning dripped into Feng Qingzhu's ears, and turned into a rustling wind and rain again.

He wanted to apologize, and wanted to tell Luo Zhiwen that he had really been looking for him for a long time.

He even wants to say that he has liked him for two lifetimes.

But Feng Qingzhu didn't dare to say it.

He was afraid that Luo Zhiwen would not believe it, and that his Ah Wen would regard him as his substitute.

The theory of reincarnation is too mysterious, even Feng Qingzhu finds it inconceivable, let alone a soul that forgets everything and starts anew?

"Ah Wen, go home."

"I'm going home, what about you?" Luo Zhiwen's anger was still there, and he turned back in a bad tone, "Continue standing here in the rain?"

"I……"

"You stand where you are." He sneered, "Why didn't you say you were blocking my door?"

After Luo Zhiwen finished speaking, he changed his words again: "That's actually not my home, it's our former home."

Every time he said a word, Feng Qingzhu's heart ached.

"Old Master Feng left us the home." Luo Zhiwen's heart ached even more than Feng Qingzhu's.