Just Want To Be With You

The drizzle, accompanied by the west coast wind, made this November day extremely cold. If Liang Yin couldn't feel the cold, he just held his umbrella and looked at the lawn in front of him, saying his final goodbye.

There was no initial sadness in her eyes, but a little calmer.

The lawn was turned over and over, piled with stones, and buried her partner—a dog named Victor. Counting time, he stayed with her for thirteen years.

The phone still didn't reply, and the most recent one in the text message dialog box still stayed yesterday.

-Victor is dead.

One more item—

-Mingzhen, Victor seems to be out of work.

Mingzhen, Zhong Mingzhen, the head of the Zhong Group, her husband, the person she has loved for 13 years.

The wind turned his hair over, and Liang Yin's eyes were blurred.

She came to Zhong's house with her grandmother that year and was sitting on the sofa with the old lady of the Zhong's family. When she heard the car ringing outside, she looked up and saw Zhong Mingzhen who was getting off the car.

He was just twenty that year, always cold, his white shirt glowing in the summer sun.

The old lady of Zhong's family said that this was her grandson. She stood up and smiled politely. He glanced at her but didn't see any expression. He just nodded and went upstairs.

He hurried back from school to fetch the things left at home.

Inborn alienation.

When I saw him again, it was two months later. It was her summer vacation. The people from Shen's family originally planned to pick him up, but Zhong Mingzhen was the last one I saw.

She got into the car without knowing it, and he turned his head and said, your aunt has entered the intensive care unit, your grandma rushed over, and I will pick you up.

There is no word of nonsense.

In a hurry, grandma forgot to tell her. Grandma was at Zhong's house at that time, and the old lady of Zhong's family said, "You go first, and I will ask Mingzhen to pick it up for you.

She lowered her head as she listened, and couldn't tell what it was like. Hearing a whimper accidentally, turning around, he saw a cage on the back seat with a small milk dog lying on his stomach.

She didn't know what dog it was. He said this was Bian Mu. There is no meaning to continue the topic.

He took her to Zhong's house that day, and then she stayed at Zhong's house for some time. My aunt is running out of time, and as the only relative of my grandmother in the world, she has stayed with her all the time. The Shen family was gone, and the Zhong family old lady was afraid that she would be inconvenient for her alone, so she just left her at the Zhong family. She wants to go back to Shen's house and live alone, which is nothing wrong with her. But Mrs. Zhong was not relieved, but forced her to stay.

Grandma and the old lady of Zhong's family are close friends in the boudoir, and they have been in friendship for a lifetime. She moved to the grandmother's house for a few months, and she has long been regarded by the old lady of Zhong as her own junior.

She stayed in Zhong's house and also had an intersection with Zhong Mingzhen, but she rarely spoke and met with rare occasions. Zhong Mingzhen is an unsmiling person and very busy. He has his studies to complete, has many friends around him, and has a huge family business to inherit. She didn't care, just reviewing her homework in the morning, learning to dance in the afternoon, and staying with Mrs. Zhong for three meals a day, busy with her own work.

From time to time, he took care of the little milk dog named Victor.

Mrs. Zhong asked, what is the name of this little dog. Zhong Mingzhen said, Victor. There is no hesitation, like a name that was thought up early in the morning.

She checked the name, and Victor means victor, which means integrity, integrity, and unchangeableness. Just like others.

This little Bianmu was won by a bet with his friends. He didn't know whether he liked it or not. Sometimes I saw him teasing it, and more often it was handed over to others. She often accompanies the dog, feeds it, bathes it, takes it for walks, and allows it to develop good habits.

At the beginning, it was not too much like, but based on a kind of dependence, the big Zhong family, she was the one who lived in sojourn, but after raising it, she couldn't bear it anymore.

Zhong Mingzhen left home half a month early to go to school. The old lady Zhong asked him if Victor would take it with him, and he said he took it. She was a bit regretful at the time, but who knew that when she was waiting for him to leave, when she fed Victor biscuits goodbye, Zhong Mingzhen's voice suddenly came from behind: "Do you like it? Give it to you if you like it."

When she turned her head, she saw Zhong Mingzhen looking at her condescendingly, his eyes faint, his expression calm and no waves.

After that, she has been taking care of Victor, from her middle school, to university, to the first time in the film and television circles, to the one-stop seal, to quitting the film and television circles, to marrying Zhong Mingzhen...

until now.

After that, he also completely carved the originally vague mark on her heart. She liked him. From the first glance, she was hesitant at first, but she is still firm now. She seemed to see in his eyes that he saw her unwillingness, and then fulfilled her unwillingness.

Then, for thirteen years, waiting silently, without regrets.

No one would have thought that Liang Yin, the former actress who seemed to keep a distance from everyone, would like a person in this way, purely without regard for the consequences.

She was fifteen years old that year, seemingly young, but she put everything in her heart.

She really likes him for thirteen years, never telling others, but she insists on it all the time, knowing it deeply and soberly. All the efforts are willingly, even if she waited by his side in obscurity for so many years at the beginning, even if she lay down all the glory for him when she was at the height of the limelight and lived abroad, even if she married him and no one knows except for her close friends, relatives and friends. Today, all have no complaints or regrets.

But no regrets, it ends here.

The wind is constantly coming along with the damp rain, and the picture on the phone is particularly clear.

On the soft big bed of the hotel, a man fell asleep sideways, his naked upper body was half covered by the fluffy quilt. Although there was only half of his profile face, Liang Yin still recognized at a glance, the man in the photo was Zhong Mingzhen, and she had traced his profile countless times in her heart. Behind the man is another woman, leaning on the man's shoulders, facing the camera, raising her eyebrows, her mouth raised, with a trace of pride and a trace of innocence. The rounded shoulders that were exposed were also not wispy.

Only half of her face was revealed, but she also recognized her at a glance.

Qiaoshan, Zhong Mingzhen’s cinnabar mole, Zhong Mingzhen’s white moonlight.

She knew about Qiaoshan a long time ago. Zhong Mingzhen liked her and loved her for many years. He once asked her to marry him, but Qiaoshan never agreed.

Liang Yin has seen Qiao Shan, beautiful and warm, just like a flower blooming freely. There are many suitors around her, Zhong Mingzhen is one of her favorites, but not the only one. Five years ago, Zhong Mingzhen said that I was waiting for you at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau. When you come, we will register. Qiaoshan didn't come that day, but embarked on a plane to Antarctica with another man.

Choosing one of the two, Qiaoshan made a choice. This world is like this, you like him, but he just doesn't like you.

After half a year, Zhong Mingzhen married himself.

Liang Yin remembered Zhong Mingzhen's appearance when he got married, but he was still faint, without sorrow and joy. But the lack of sorrow and joy is the best explanation.

She knew that Zhong Mingzhen never liked her. Qiaoshan does not want to marry him, so he can marry anyone. In the past few years of marriage, she also knew that Zhong Mingzhen had never forgotten her, although he never explained or revealed, but that feeling always exists.

She has never broken it. She has waited for so many years and is willing to wait any longer. As long as the result can come, she will be willing.

She thought, a person's heart can always cover the heat, but in the end, she is still disappointed.

After nearly five years of marriage, she lived abroad with him. She was always accompanied by the dog named Victor and the luxurious manor house worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

And by his side, there are always scandals. She didn't take it seriously, but she felt a little bit cold, until the end, she finally felt hopeless.

She doesn't know why Qiaoshan sent her such a photo, but it's over. She is willing to believe that Zhong Mingzhen will not let a woman get close, but for Qiaoshan, she has never had this confidence.

And this photo was posted early in the morning yesterday.

At that time, Victor finally reached the last moment of his life. As a border shepherd, it is old enough, from a small border shepherd to an old border shepherd, it finally can no longer hold on. It nestled quietly in the corner, motionless, but looked at you sadly with half-folded eyes, as if saying goodbye to you.

She hadn't noticed it at first, but when she realized it, tears raged. She called Zhong Mingzhen, but he did not answer. She texted him, but he did not reply.

She wanted to tell him that the border shepherd he sent her was about to die, and that the dog named Victor was leaving her. This was their dog and had witnessed them for so many years. She wants him to come back, come back and send it away together.

But Zhong Mingzhen never heard back.

So she cried and cried, her heart relieved for the last time.

She knew they were together, and she wanted him to come back, that is, she knew they were together.

The hand holding the umbrella was already cold, Liang Yin finally felt the cold, she lowered her head and was silent for a while, and finally typed a few more words on the phone.

—Zhong Mingzhen, let's get a divorce.

Victor, who had been with her for thirteen years, died, and now, she cherished the relationship that she had held on to the expectation for thirteen years is also over.

The wind and rain were still swaying, and she raised her head and looked up, the west coast scenery remained the same, but suddenly she was homesick.

The author has something to say: Winter is coming soon, write something warm...