Chapter 780 Waiting for Old Age and Death

Soon, the door opened, and Lu Yi was standing at the door, still meticulously dressed and with a meticulous expression. This was the man who met and got married a few years ago. The past self was back, but the happiest man was still dead. .

"Mom..." Lu Yi called Ye Shuyun.

"Mom has something to tell you," Ye Shuyun sighed softly, and then walked in. This time, she was calm. This time, she was not angry. This time, she also accepted her fate.

Lu Yi closed the door, and outside, Sun Yuhan was watching from a wheelchair.

She pushed her wheelchair, took out her mobile phone and looked at today's news.

Actress Yan Huan and Prosecutor Lu have broken up and are suspected to be divorcing.

Okay, divorce, divorce, divorce now, why not divorce yet? If you leave Lu Yi, you can marry her. He promised, didn't he?"

In Lu Yi's room, Ye Shuyun walked to the table and picked up the photo frame. The photo frame was obviously still the same as before, but she felt that it was as if the middle of the two of them had been torn apart. All that remains is the shattered past.

She flipped the photo frame upside down on the table and walked over.

After sitting down, she raised her hand to Lu Yi. "Son, come here. Mom has something to say to you."

Lu Yi walked over and squatted down in front of Ye Shuyun.

Ye Shuyun felt sorry for her son, but she wanted to beat him even more, for being ungrateful and cruel. But she knew very well that these were none of Lu Yi's business, because he didn't remember it, but he had forgotten why, and he had to forget Huanhuan. Woolen cloth.

"Lu Yi," she stretched out her hand and placed it on her son's shoulder.

"You and Huanhuan should divorce."

Lu Yi tightened his lips, always unwilling to speak more.

"Let her do what she likes. You owe her this," Ye Shuyun said again. She found the life she wanted. "Son, please let her do it. I know your temper. You are not a heartless person." , you are just waiting, but now you can afford to wait, but Huanhuan can no longer afford to wait. She is a public figure, do you know what such public opinion will bring to her? "

Lu Yi remained silent, and he wanted Ye Shuyun to say, "Does this really have to be the case?" However, he couldn't ask, and he couldn't ask. He couldn't even remember who she was and what qualifications she had.

"Okay," he nodded slightly. Just the word "good" came out. At that moment, it seemed as if his heart membrane was being peeled off, causing a kind of tearing and sudden pain. pain.

He thought that there was this person in his memory, but he couldn't remember anything, not even the past, it was all blank in his mind, but he remembered it in his soul.

Just from the word "exit", everything ended.

OK, he agreed.

OK, he agrees.

OK, he is willing.

Not long after, Yan Huan had received the divorce agreement. She took out a pack of cigarettes again, pulled out a cigarette, took the lighter tremblingly, lit it, and started puffing away. , and the smoke had just passed, her eyes were still a little hazy.

Free, she was finally free.

Lu Yi was Lu Yi. She didn't even need to go there in person, she had already sent the divorce certificate. From now on, she would be single. She put the cigarette to her lips again, her red lips reflected the curvature of her hand, and started Somewhat hazy.

Because the relationship broke up, I didn’t mention anyone’s cheating or anything else. They just made it public. They can never be together again in this life. She is still the same in the photo. Even the ID photo is so beautiful. , there are not many people in this world, God gave her a good appearance, but she used such a good appearance to get divorced.

She closed the divorce certificate, took the cigarette and started smoking. Recently, she was obsessed with smoking. However, she didn't know how to drink. Drinking was too harmful to the body. Now she had nothing but this. A body, live well and live forever.

Song Xihua couldn't bear it, so he took the cigarette out of Yan Huangong's hand.

"If you want to die, you don't have to die like this. You might as well just jump into the Haijiang River."

"Did I say I was going to die?" Yan Huan raised her eyes lightly, her red lips still delicate. She took out a cigarette from the box and lit it.

"Okay, you don't need to take it anymore," she exhaled a puff of smoke. At this time, she was noble, gorgeous, but not dusty.

"You take one, and I have another one. Can you still take all the cigarettes in the world?" Yan Huan took another puff, enjoying the exchange of air in his lungs with the cigarette. Lu Yi's body was always full of smoke. It's clean, no smell of smoke or alcohol.

But now, all she can smell is the scent of her own body. It has long since lost the pure fragrance of kapok. She doesn't know if she has fallen or if it doesn't matter anymore.

She has lived two lifetimes, and even if she were to die now, she would have no regrets.

"Why, aren't you leaving yet?" Yan Huan spat out again, his slightly narrowed eyes blurred, "I divorced him, your agent can start helping you clear your name."

"You know that's not what I want. I'm not that despicable." Song Xihua sat across from Yan Huan. "I don't need this kind of fame. I don't lack this kind of fame."

"I know," Yan Huan took out another cigarette, which also dyed her fingertips with color and flavor, "So I looked for you at the beginning, not others, because we are friends."

But Song Xihua's heart hurt again because of this word "friend".

"You know what I am thinking?"

"I am married."

"I know."

"I am divorced too," Yan Huan exhaled a puff of smoke gently, "I want to live the rest of my life alone, without any man's participation."

"Including me?" Song Xihua laughed miserably. In fact, he had already known and understood it a long time ago, but he still wanted to try it. Maybe it could, maybe it was possible, but it seemed that he was wrong again.

Yan Huan put out the cigarette in his hand, and the emotions in his eyes seemed to be blocked by a mist.

"Including me?" Song Xihua asked again.

"Well..." Yan Huan responded softly, "Including you and him."

She wanted to be alone, quietly.

No one wanted, no one loved.

Then, wait for old age, wait for death.

I always wonder if my memory lives at the other end of the long street, while my rings of life die at the other end of the long street.

I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and night sing out nightmares, sing out prosperity, and sing out the origin of all memories.