Chapter 117 6. Chen Juan

I am thirty-one years old this year, and Xin Taiyi is thirty-two years old.I remember when we met, we were both freshmen in high school.I still remember that his birthday is New Year's Eve, but I can't remember how time passed. It passed by so fast, taking away most of the memories I didn't want to remember when I was young, but it didn't take away a single Xindayi. I thought that the thing I yearn for the most is freedom, but there is no such freedom that portrays such a lonely Chen Juan, making Chen Juan feel pain and hesitation.In this world, the greatest freedom is not being trapped in a corner and letting go of countless white pigeons in your mind, but being able to get out of the room and adapt to the crowding of the 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 each of his paintings shows unparalleled care and ambition. My classmates from high school attended the full moon banquet held by Yanxi and Aheng’s children. When they came back, they murmured to me: “I’ve never seen a couple like them who don’t look like a husband and wife. How can it be done, why am I still single? This is unscientific." I laughed and didn't speak. For the students around us, most of them will only see the humiliating A Heng and the high-profile Yan Xi. They don’t get along with our group of people, yes, we “used to” a group of people who get along deeply, and will never understand, Wen Heng When angry, what kind of language should be used to describe the patience and sadness in the eyes; what kind of expression is Yan looking at the window of Ah Heng's room, but tears keep rolling down when he is expressionless.

I don't remember much of what I used to be like, and I don't remember anyone who liked me very deeply, but I can remember the words of my friends, the people I loved, and the people I hated.My dear friends, what more 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 Xin Dayi, the mistake was that I fell in love with a man.And this man happened to bear the most simple and gentle expectations and responsibilities in the world. That's the way it is with men and women in this world.They flaunt the innocence of true love, but true love is hindered, and Sa Yazi runs faster than anyone else.At the end, here comes a sentence: After all, we once really loved, and this is enough.I said to the wall of my house countless times: "Xin Taiyi, after all, we were once in love."

The empty room echoes, Sindhi, we loved... Sindhi, we loved... yes... Sindhi... However, this...is not enough. It was Chen Juan who said this. Chen Juan held his fingers empty, with no life or luck. I sent all the money to Dayi and disappeared into the corner of the city. It is obviously not difficult to hide a person in such a large place.Thirty-year-old men have already learned to restrain themselves.When you go to a crowded street, you won't see thirty-year-old office workers with their heads bowed. What they pay attention to is always a group of chattering and laughing children. Just because we were all so young.

And, I miss you deeply. When Ah Heng and Yan Xi's second child was born, the classmates met again.They asked me on MSN if I was going, and I shook my head a second time, but, I figured, it was time for me to have a kid of my own too. When I went to the orphanage, almost all the young children had been adopted, and the rest were older, so-called "white-eyed wolves" who were not familiar with them. I chose the naughtiest, most talkative, oldest kid.Because he is the most disturbed, because even if he is the oldest, he is only seven years old. I was thinking, what was I doing when I was seven years old?When I was seven, my parents divorced.No one loves him, and the short yellow boy who grows up like this is always being bullied.The last time I changed schools, I dressed up as a girl. For me, being weak and beautiful became a barrier to survival for the first time.

The child I adopted has a nice name, Jiang Mo. He said defensively, "I will never change the name my mother gave me." "Well, good." I smiled. He said he had a younger brother who was sent to another orphanage.He said that in the future, he can only recognize his younger brother by his name, so he must not change his name. Jiang Mo's parents died in a car accident, and before they died, they held their sons out of the window and died in pain. Jiang Mo cannot forget, and I will not allow him to forget. On Jiang Mo's first day in primary school, he held my hand and refused to lose it.He and other children participated in the entrance ceremony, and looked back at each step.

All the children were laughing and playing, but Jiang Mo stood alone with his head down, unwilling to get close to other children. I felt a little sad when I saw it, waved my hands from a distance, and shouted loudly: "Jiang Mo, Dad is always here with you, don't be afraid!" He turned around, looked at me, and burst into tears.He nodded fiercely, hummed, then turned his head and joined the first small group in his life. For the first time, I experienced what it was like to be a father, and it warmed my heart. When Jiang Mo eats every day, he talks and plays, and happily tells me what happened in school. A meal can last an hour.I like this feeling, always smiling and listening to him, and occasionally reprimanding him for being too naughty and doing something wrong.

Jiang Mo said that he has a very good friend and wants to bring him home to play with toys.I asked my friends to buy too many toys for Jiang Mo from home and abroad. He was very novel about each of them. He always played obediently by himself and never mentioned a playmate in front of me.I nodded and said yes to his request to ask his best friend what he likes to eat. Jiang Mo sat on my lap and hugged my neck coquettishly: "Dad, you are so kind." I laughed, picked him up, threw him up and said, "My dear son, grow up quickly, daddy is getting old soon!" Jiang Mo suddenly became unhappy, pouted and shed tears.He hugged my neck tightly and said, "Dad, don't grow old, don't die, don't leave me alone."

Don't grow old and don't die. This is really the best wish in the world. When Jiang Mo's little friend came to the house, I was busy cooking, but the moment I saw him, I was still a little dazed. He bowed very politely and said, "Hi Uncle, I'm Yan Qi." I touched the child's head and couldn't help looking at him with gentle eyes.When he raised his bright and happy face like a sunflower, I nodded, not correcting this little misunderstanding, and let them go to the game room to play. During the meal, Jiang Mo excitedly served Yan Qi some food: "My father made this delicious, try it."

Yan Qi was very happy eating everything, until he frowned when he ate pork ribs. Jiang Mo asked him: "What's wrong with you?" Yan Qi rolled his eyes wide and said with a smile, "My mother also often makes ribs." When he said this, I burst out laughing, I couldn't help laughing, this time I shouldn't be making ribs, I met the ancestor who made ribs. Jiang Mo and Yan Qi looked at each other, thinking that I was stimulated by something.I pinched Yan Qi's little face, and couldn't help laughing and said, "You really look like your father." "You know my father?" Yan Qi's eyes lit up, and the little guy seemed to have some illusions and admiration for his evil father that shouldn't exist.

"Well, yes. I also know your mother." I smiled and said, "Your parents and I are high school classmates." "Ah, then you also know my godfather?" Yan Qi became more and more excited. Godfather? "My godfather's name is Xin Dayi, and his surname is Xin. My mother said it was Xin who worked hard." The little guy explained to me with a puzzled look on his face. Oh.Xin, that's what it means. If Xin brings bitterness, then Chen, Chen is old and the past. I said, "I also know Xin Dayi. When he was a child, he gave himself an English name called Eve, which means New Year's Eve." New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve. Yan Xi opened an art exhibition, and I learned from Yan Qi, his and Ah Heng's love son. 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.People around commented, or admired, or disdain, but no one denied the shock at first sight. None of them read the pain behind these old drawings, only I know that this was drawn during the time when A Heng traveled across the ocean and Yan Xi was imprisoned.No matter how gorgeous the colors are, how changeable they are, how bright and brilliant the surface is, his heart is a little shrunken, a little closed, and a little sad. This is Yanxi's cover-up. When she lost everything, she did not lose her patient waiting for love and her unchanging dignity. He once pointed at me and asked, "Chen Juan, are you deaf just like me? Did you hear that? For this kind of person, you killed Dayi who had been with you day and night for eight years!" Eight years, how long is eight years? Compared with ten years, eight years are two years less. Eight years are different from ten years. Ten years have fulfilled Wen Heng and Yan Xi, but eight years have not fulfilled Chen Juan and Xin Dayi. How could I be willing to hurt him? I looked up at the painting that was so big that it filled half of the highest part of the exhibition hall, and it said: Paradise. It didn't take long for Lu Liu to walk out from the besieged situation. He is a genius, no one doubts it, but his past failures are seen by everyone.I vaguely remember that from a long time ago, the Lu family was not only at odds with the Yan family, but also with the Sun family. In this exhibition, Lu Liu appeared.I thought he would never appear in front of Ah Heng and Yan Xi again, at least he was thick-skinned like me, and only dared to appear secretly wearing sunglasses. Lu Liu came with a group of his secretary subordinates in a high-profile manner, and asked to buy Yanxi's "Heaven" because Yanxi once let him live in "hell". Ah Heng is still the same, but his hair has grown a bit longer.One thing that I was deeply puzzled about and still can't understand is that the length of Ah Heng's hair in the three years of high school is always at the same height, neither too short nor too long. I once grabbed her hair and asked why, and Da Yi was more surprised by this question than I was.This child is such a person, even if he is not very 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.Ah Heng never asked himself why he couldn't get something, but Lu Liu was always asking for what he couldn't get. This is the second time I have seen Yanxi confront Lu Liu.For the first time, only I was present, and Wen Heng listened to a heart-wrenching phone call.This time, I was still present, and Mrs. Yan did her part, and was also present. Yan Qi saw Jiang Mo, and the two children squatted together and played games with a smile on their faces. The tension between adults did not affect them at all. I stood quite far away, watching the excitement, and didn't intend to be a pond fish that got hurt. "Yanxi." It's hard for him to say a word, but to say it so tenderly and sincerely. Yanxi nodded, then shook her head: "I don't sell, you go." Ah Heng frowned and asked, "How much did you pay?" Lu Liu smiled faintly: "Three million." Yan Xi: "Not for sale." Ah Heng: "Sell." Yan Xi: "Are you crazy? Sell it to him, you said, don't make trouble with me when you go home. If you let me sleep on the sofa and eat spicy ribs, I will... I will run away from home!" Ah Heng: "Get out, get out now, get out immediately, as far as you can go! I don't know what to be hypocritical all day long, isn't the art exhibition just to sell paintings?" Yan Xi: "Honey, you don't understand my art." I laughed while listening to it. Lu Liuhua drew a check, threw it to Ah Heng, and said casually, "3.5 million, is it enough?" That kind of attitude makes people really uncomfortable. Ah Heng tore it apart, looked at Lu Liu, stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Re-sign." I held back my laughter from behind, and Lu Liu was obviously also taken aback.He had a good temper at the moment, and patiently signed another one: "20 million, I bought all the paintings in this art exhibition." Yi Yanxi's current net worth is quite reasonable. Yan Xi's expression changed from the distorted one to expressionless.He was observing Lu Liu and guessing his intentions. From the performance of these two people, I deeply discovered a truth, old lovers, no matter how old they are, don't provoke them. On the contrary, Ah Heng felt embarrassed: "Yan Xi smeared and smeared, is it really worth so much money? Although I don't know much about it, and I don't know how to do business, but if you really want to buy it, how about a 20% discount?" Yan Xi looked at Ah Heng with an expression as if he had been holding his urine for several days, but finally he said softly and helplessly: "Yes, there is a 20% discount. These were all painted by me a few years ago. I didn't work hard enough, and it's not worth it. some money." Lu Liu nodded, tore another sheet, and scratched another sheet. He handed it to Ah Heng, but on the ring finger of his right hand was wearing the ring that Ah Heng put on the corner of the table in the old days. Old lovers, no matter how old they are, are always eye-catching and bright.Although, Lu Liu's oldness is more wishful thinking. Yan Qi once said unintentionally that Xin Dayi already had a child. I was wondering, would Xin Taiyi keep sneezing and sneezing because of my secret hatred?One day, how will his wife speculate on his old lover because of this? How deep the love is, how shallow the old is, that's why it's like this, never letting go or forgetting each other. Although Ah Heng always had a gentle expression, I clearly saw her face froze.After she took the check, she fell silent. Anyone who knows Ah Heng well knows what a stingy, sensitive, yet gentle and silent girl she is. If Lu Liu's appearance was to make Ah Heng uncomfortable, then, I think, he succeeded. Yan Xi also seemed to see that he was loving Wen Heng with a patience that no one could have imagined. Lu Liu asked his secretary to dismantle the painting.The first thing to be removed is "Paradise", which is so thick and colorful, warm and hopeless. With a blank expression on his face, Lu Liu squatted down and touched it lovingly for a long time, but then took out the lighter. Everyone barely reacted, the painting had already been reduced to ashes in the flames. Lu Liu outside the firelight had a calm and leisurely face.He smiled slightly, and he still looked like the little Bodhisattva I knew at the beginning.He raised his head and asked Yanxi gently: "I've been reduced to this day, so desolate, what qualifications do you have to enter heaven?" He asked him, what qualifications do you have? Lu Liu continued to burn the second painting. He asked Yan Xi: "Everyone has his friends, and so do I. I spent half my life being my friend. What did my friend do for me?" He burned the third picture, and said in a normal way: "Yanxi, you know better than me how difficult it is to love someone." He burned the fourth and fifth paintings, and finally choked up in pain: "Yanxi, so many paintings, I saw you finish them in one stroke. You love Wen Heng, worry about her, feel sad for her, and have inspiration because of her. And I, from before to now, only teach you pain and sadness. But you will never understand my injustice, because you have never really lost your Ah Heng. However, I have lost my Yanxi forever .” He burned the sixth painting, his face was already cold, and he said: "I burned all the paintings here to let you remember that as long as I live, your heaven will always be a pile of ashes because of my pain. Nothingness." Ah Heng was dumbfounded, her brain circuit with Lu Liu was never on the same line.I guess she was thinking, this person spends 16 million to buy paper to burn, how rich, flirtatious, and sick is he?Sure enough, Ah Heng jumped into the flames. With quick eyesight and quick hands, she took off her coat to put out the fire. The sweater was burnt with several holes. Yan Xi pulls her up. Then he picked up Lu Liu, his eyes were cold, he punched him hard, and said in a cold voice, "Are you crazy enough?" I clearly saw bloodstains overflowing from Lu Liu's lips. It's the first time I've seen Yanxi look like this. He tore up the check bit by bit and threw it into the sky. To Lu Liu, he said word by word: "These paintings are all drawn by me for Ah Heng, except for "Paradise". The "Paradise" you burned is mine. The heaven was drawn for my former best friend Lu Liu. I have never cared about going to heaven, because I know that even if I go to hell, I will still be accompanied by the relentless Wen Heng." He said: "You are wrong, every word is wrong. Because of you, I have lost Wen Heng. But losing her is not terrible, because I am sure she is the happiest woman in the world. Even if no one in the world pity her , even if everyone betrays her, even if she cannot have me, she is still not pitiful, she is still not miserable, she is still in heaven! Because she has obtained the most complete, The most sincere feelings, 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 it away, no one can despise it, it is I who give you the last Warning! "If you want to burn jade and stone together, then, in the situation of death, the one you are most afraid of will definitely not be me, but you bastard!" Yan Xi let go of Lu Liu, the corners of his mouth curled up, but his eyes were full of coldness and contempt. Lu Liu will not die, Lu Liu would rather die alone, but also sit in the supreme position and accumulate "great achievements". How dare he die? He doesn't even love Yanxi. Lu Liu's love didn't last that long, his persistence and hatred lasted much longer than love. I understand every word of Yanxi, and the strange thing is, I understand everything. Lu Liu looked at Yan Xi, his eyes were full of despair and realization, like the moment a sand table collapsed. A man appeared not far away.I couldn't see who it was, so I hurried forward. The man punched Lu Liu.Lu Liu fell backwards and happened to hit me who was in a hurry. He beat Lu Liu fatly, and I, who was suppressed by Lu Liu, was also affected. "Fuck your ancestor, Lu Liu! You little bastard, why do you have the face to appear in front of Lao Tzu and burn Yanxi's paintings? Don't you want to make Yan Xi feel better? Well, I won't make you feel better either, See you hit you once, you bastard! Take money and see if you can kill me, or I will kill you! Fuck, kill my grandpa!" My eardrums hurt from the shock of this man.He punched hard, and I also received several punches. After holding back for a long time, he growled with sweat and tears on his face: "Lu Liu, what did you do to him? How can you not find him for six or seven years? To trace?" "You fucking say something, is Chen Juan dead or alive?" Men in the world, except for Xin Dayi, are not so lively, chic, and beastly. I was almost hurt internally by the two of them, and I coughed violently.The two little friends Jiang Mo and Yan Qi seemed to have finally noticed my misery, and came to pull me with a very good conscience. "dad!" "Uncle Jiang!" Yan Xi and A Heng also hurried over and pulled Dayi up. The kids pulled me up. I breathed a sigh of relief, but before I could speak, Dayi was stunned.With trembling hands, he took off my sunglasses. "I'm not dead." I thought my smile was natural, bright, evil, and stylish, but my son who didn't have long eyes screamed, "Dad, why are you crying?" I was relatively speechless with my old flame. He pursed his lips, his dark face was turning livid. "I'm not here to find trouble, and I'm not in the same group as Lu Liu. I just came to see Yanxi's art exhibition, and they got into a fight..." I explained bluntly, but stared at his face. "Gunya dead shemale, who told you to come back, didn't you elope with Lu Liu?" He couldn't help but slapped the table and cursed. I am speechless. How to explain?I returned all the money to him, and gave back all my private money, just to make him feel better. It is estimated that after we finish speaking, the two of us will also have to fight. When he was young, he loved to fight and solve problems. His IQ is destined to be unable to solve problems normally and calmly. So, I kept my face expressionless, I picked the corners of my eyes, and I was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. I quietly rolled up my sleeves under the table in case he was powerless to attack suddenly. He really... stretched out his hand. I straightened my neck back warily, but Xin Dayi's hands stopped. Seeing Jiang Mo in the distance, he forced a smile and said, "Your son is so handsome, he looks a lot like you." I'm stupid, what kind of eyes can tell that our father and son look alike.Eating and sleeping together can make the DNA the same? He waved to the three or four-year-old boy who was shoveling sand in the distance. Although the boy was dressed neatly, he looked silly and had some cotton candy around his mouth.He hurriedly pointed to the child and said, "My son. How is it? Does he look like me?" My son Jiang Mo was stunned, and burst into tears while hugging the little doll: "Shui'er, it's my brother!" That silly little baby also hugged my son Jiang Mo and cried violently, shouting heartbreakingly: "Brother." I curled my lips expressionlessly and despised Xin Dayi: "Jiang Mo was adopted by me from the orphanage." Ah Heng and Yan Xi who came together laughed together: "Jiang Shui is also adopted by Dayi at the beginning of the year." I added a sentence bluntly, with a cold humor: "Well, Xinbabo, if you say that, it's true, you and I gave birth to them, right? They not only look like me, but also like you .” Baboon Xin blushed and swung his fist. The two of us really... still, fought. I am not with Xin Dayi. I made an agreement with him that if twenty years later, when the children grow up, he still does not change his mind to get married and have children, then we will be together when we grow old and depend on each other for the rest of our lives. Jiang Mo and I still live together, and Dayi and Jiang Shui have been living happily together. The children grow up very fast, and occasionally I will send Jiang Mo to meet his younger brother, and occasionally Dayi will bring Xiaoshui to my house as a guest. Jiang Mo and Jiang Shui are brothers. Xin Dayi and I are also brothers. brothers forever. Just like Ah Heng and Yan Xi, they have been married for ten years.I guess, Dayi and I are only brothers.