ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] Zhan Aofan did not let go. He held her wrist with one hand and rubbed the scar that was too eye-catching with the thumb of the other hand.

With the wear and tear of the years, the original burn wound has gradually healed, and finally only a stiff bulge is left, but one can still imagine the ugliness and ferocity at that time.

She grew up being held in the palm of someone's hand, and people around her were reluctant to say harsh words to her, let alone hurt her.

Zhan Aofan's eyes were filled with deep sadness, and he rubbed it repeatedly with his fingers.

All the grievances in her life seemed to have been given to her by him. When she was little, whenever she was really annoying, her good cultivation would not make him say hurtful words, but he would still have a cold face.

He ignored her, but she pretended to turn a blind eye, still holding his arm, shaking him constantly, and looking pitiful, like an abandoned kitten, and finally...

He surrendered.

He knew, and had always known, that her pride and self-esteem were completely abandoned only when facing him, and she pursued her desperately. When he was young, due to his inflated self-esteem, and deep down in his heart, he also

He treated her like a younger sister, so he squandered it unscrupulously. When he grew up, it slowly became a habit. He didn't want to refuse, but he was selfish and couldn't make the promise, so he put it off day by day... until, that

Something happened, her father passed away suddenly, she stayed with him, and he held her hand...

Too many memories suddenly came to mind, and his heart was sour and entangled. It wasn't until the arm in his palm was about to withdraw that Zhan Aofan suddenly regained his thoughts.

Mu Anyou struggled a few times but couldn't break away from him. He frowned in displeasure and was about to say a few words of scolding when he already spoke.

"It must have been painful at that time, right?" Although she asked, she was extremely sure. In the past, she would complain for a long time even if she accidentally bumped into the corner of the table, let alone... Asking again now, she knew it was futile.

Even the tone was so vague and pale, but I still asked because my heart felt very uncomfortable.

Mu Anyou froze, staring at his face, while he only looked down at her injured wrist.

"Yes." A low voice was the response, and he immediately said: "It's all over." Zhan Aofan, have you seen it? Even such hideous wounds have healed. Time is indeed the best medicine, cutting away the past.

Blocking the past, those things that I thought would never change in my life have gradually changed in appearance over the years, such as loving you, such as hating you!

Her calmness, her gentleness, sounded like the harshest defense to Zhan Aofan. It was like a knife inserted into his heart and lungs. He couldn't breathe. The personal panic swept through his body. Because he didn't care, he was so indifferent.

She looked at him quietly without any expression, as if she was saying, Zhan Aofan, you finally walked out of my world and exited my stage. From now on, everything about me has nothing to do with you!

He has always known her stubbornness, and he understands her stubbornness better than anyone else. In fact, since she signed the agreement five years ago and walked out of his sight without looking back, he knew that he had lost her. Really

, lost her!

"Mom, Mom, your phone is ringing." Mu Hui's childish voice came from the house, breaking the silence between the two.

Zhan Aofan loosened his grip slumped, and Mu Anyou withdrew his hand and walked into the room.

With such intense sadness and loss, Zhan Aofan exhausted all his strength and was unable to rush to the door. Mu Hui, who looked at him with a confused look on his face, could not curve his head at all...

Mu Anyou glanced at the caller ID, picked up the call and put it to her ear: "Brother Mo Zi, don't rush me like you are chasing after your life." The low-smiling voice was a bit teasing.

Chang Mo helplessly raised his forehead and said, "Girl, this is the image of me in your heart. Hey...my heart feels so cold."

Listening to his exaggerated lament, Mu Anyou smiled a little deeper and asked, "Brother Mo Zi, what's the matter?"

"Girl, happy birthday!" Chang Mo said softly, suppressing the impudence on his face.

Feeling warm in her heart, Mu An replied with a worried smile: "Well, Brother Mozi, thank you." His voice was gentle and his words were sincere.

Hearing this, Chang Mo frowned: "I've seen you outside! How is the little guy Huihui recovering? Do you feel any discomfort?"

"I have recovered very well. The rest is nothing. I just keep mumbling to me that my wrists are a little numb on cloudy days. Brother Mo Zi, you know, there is always a recovery period."

Mu Anyou explained.

"Well, don't worry. Children recover quickly. After a while, they will definitely feel nothing." After Chang Mo finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something. He pondered for a moment and asked tentatively: "An'an, where is he... now?

?" With a somewhat cautious attitude, Mu Anyou knew who he was talking about without naming him.

"Yeah." She replied honestly. There was no need for her to lie to Brother Mo Zi.

Chang Mo sighed softly, and through the receiver, Mu Anyou still vaguely heard it.

After a brief silence, Chang Mo said softly: "Brother will celebrate your birthday another day. Also, don't forget, I will go over and help you move the day after tomorrow."

"Well, I can't forget it." Mu Anyou responded, said goodbye, and hung up the phone.

Chang Mo in that compartment sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night outside the window and thinking for a long time. The long sigh was deep and deep, and he didn't know who it was for...

"Mom, are you Zhiyan's father?" Mu Hui blinked and asked.

"No, it's your Uncle Chang Mo. What's wrong?" Mu Anyou touched his son's little head.

"Oh." Mu Hui pouted and responded, "I thought it was Zhiyan's father. I haven't seen him for a long time. When will he come back?" There was a hint of longing on his small face.

Hearing this, Mu Anyou chuckled and said, "What? Miss him? Didn't we just talk on the phone the day before yesterday?"

"But that's different, mom. You can only hear voices on the phone, but you can't see people." Mu Hui's little face was full of depression.

"Okay, let's eat first. He will be back after a while." Mu Anyou comforted his son. When he raised his eyes, he saw Zhan Aofan standing at the door holding a dish, looking down slightly.

No expression, just standing still.

This was Mu Anyou's first birthday in five years, and it was quite a "grand" birthday, so Mu Hui's little depression was quickly forgotten and he was full of excitement.

After blowing out the candles, he started cutting the cake and put the birthday boy's hat on his head. People were busy on the table and under the table. With the movements, the hat was a little crooked, which looked particularly funny.

"Hui Hui, is it mom's birthday or you?" Zhan Aofan looked at him with a smile on his face. This little guy was actually busier than the real owner.

"Of course it's my mother's fault, but I want to cut the cake for my mother." He said in a serious manner, and kept instructing the people around him: "Dad, dad, this knife is not easy to use. Hurry up and give me the vegetable-cutting one."

I'll bring it."

Over the past month, Mu Hui's father's call has become smoother and smoother. Children are always very adaptable. Although they have heard it many times, every time, it always evokes the deepest feelings in Zhan Aofan's heart.

soft.

Just as he was about to stand up, he heard Mu Anyou scold: "No, how can you get him that kind of knife." After saying that, he looked at his excited son with a straight face; "Hui Hui, you have to cut it for mom."

Mother Cake is very happy, but you can’t move the vegetable-cutting knife, you know?”

Mu Hui pouted with an unhappy look on his face, but did not retort but looked at the person in front of him aggrievedly, and then looked at Zhan Aofan for help.

Mu Anyou could resist, but Zhan Aofan was helpless, so he cleared his throat and persuaded: "How about I use it to help Hui Hui cut it?" After saying that, he looked at Mu An cautiously.

worry.

Mu Anyou just stared at the big and small children in front of her in silence, without responding or retorting. Zhan Aofan knew that she had acquiesced, so he quickly got up and got it, as if he was afraid that she would regret it, but Mu Hui finally smiled brightly,

He shouted: "Thank you, mom, thank you, dad."

Mu Anyou couldn't hold it back any longer and laughed out loud. This little guy was getting more and more cunning, and he didn't know who he learned it from...

While making trouble and eating, it was already late when dinner was finished. Mu Anyou was clearing away the dishes, while Zhan Aofan took Huihui to wash up, then hugged him to the bed and coaxed him to sleep.

From her angle, she could clearly see him lying on his side on the bed with his back to her, holding the storybook in his hand and murmuring in a soft voice.

Such a scene made Mu Anyou stare blankly for a long time, and a corner of his heart felt empty. It couldn't be said to be uncomfortable or anything else, he just felt nothingness.

By the time she finished cleaning the house, Zhan Aofan had already stood up and took the porcelain basin from her hand, which contained the dishes and dishes to be washed.

"You rest for a while, I'll do it." Zhan Aofan said.

Mu Anyou didn't let go, but insisted: "No, I'm not tired, but you took Huihui for a day, it's hard work."

Zhan Aofan was slightly moved because of the gentleness in her tone.

When he walked to the door, Mu Anyou seemed to think of something. After hesitating for a moment, he finally opened his lips and said, "Thank you." Thank you for his hard work, no matter what the intention, for what purpose, or guilt.

, as compensation, he can still remember her birthday.

Zhan Aofan lowered his eyes slightly, covering up the sadness in his eyes and the bitterness at the corners of his lips, and said hoarsely: "This is... what I should do."

Hearing this, Mu Anyou stopped walking out, turned around, thought for a moment, put the things in his hands on the table, walked to stand in front of him again, looked at his face, opened his lips and slowly spoke out

: "My thank you is sincere. We have divorced. Except for Huihui, there was never any involvement between us. You have given you the compensation you deserve. It has been so long, and there is no longer anyone who is right or wrong.

In any sense.”

Zhan Aofan had already raised his head when she spoke, met her gaze, and listened to her continue speaking slowly.

"Seeing you patiently caring for Huihui, and doing so wholeheartedly for our mother and son, Aofan, I'm actually happy. At least, you won't make me feel that all these years of love and pursuit...

It's a joke." At this moment, Mu Anyou clearly understood that if she could start her life over again, then she would probably still fall in love with the man in front of her and marry him desperately. Maybe, human

There is memory in her previous life, so she must have owed him something in her previous life, and she must pay him back in this life.

The gentle tone and the low call made him almost unable to stand. It had been so many years since he heard such a call again...

How much he wanted to step forward and hug her tightly, tell her everything, tell her that as long as she was still willing to look back, even if she gave her everything...

He did not move, and even the hands hanging by his sides were limp, because he knew that he was no longer qualified.

Seeing the undisguised sadness and sadness in his eyes, Mu Anyou slightly raised the corners of her lips, even though the smile was so pale and weak. She slowly raised her hand, touched his tangled eyebrows with her index finger, and slowly stroked

flat.

"Aofan, don't feel guilty anymore, don't do anything humble for us anymore. I no longer hate you, and I have forgiven you a long time ago." The Zhan Aofan she knew should be someone who talked and laughed freely in the mall and decided everything with a wave of his hand.

, I shouldn’t be sitting next to them all day long, with sadness and guilt on my face that have never been relieved.

As she said before, in the world of love, no one is sorry to anyone, only those who don't know how to cherish others.

In fact, he didn't do anything wrong, it's just that everyone's stance is different, it's just that his heart is colder than ordinary people, but he is a little cruel to her.

She is no longer the girl who regarded love as her entire life. Over the years, she has experienced so much, slowly letting go, and slowly learning to cherish what she has in front of her.

Let the past go, always look forward, always move forward.

Some people, once missed, will never be seen again!

The touch between her eyebrows was still there, with a slight chill on her body. This was the most common action she performed in her memory.

——Brother Fan, don’t frown, it will make you age.

——Brother Fan, if you frown at me again, I will ignore you.

——Zhan Aofan, try frowning again.

——Ao Fan, please stop frowning, okay?

In a trance, whose voice sounded continuously in her ears. From children to girls to women, her world was filled with him...

But he lost her!

Zhan Aofan's vision was blurry, and he couldn't tell where the moisture on his face came from. He tremblingly stretched out his hand to cover the slender fingers touching his eyebrows.

His sorrow is so kind and generous, and he faces all cruelty and harm with a kind heart.

Finally, he burst into tears in front of her, crying like a child...

That day I lost you

Like a child who has lost everything he loves

That day remains in my heart

has been stamped

can never be erased

life is intentional

Dealing with me on purpose

Can't let it continue forever

That day you walked out of my sight

never again

not see

Youyou, can you tell me how to find you?

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Thank you for your support. Well, I admit that this chapter was the most painful and fluent to write. I really, sincerely, felt particularly powerless.