Chapter 780: Wait for the old to die

Soon, the door opened, and Lu Yi was standing at the door, still meticulously dressed and meticulously expressive. This was the man he met when he got married a few years ago. He came back in the past, but the happiest he was still dead .

"Mom..." Lu Yi shouted 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, and this time, she also admitted her life.

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

She pushed up her wheelchair, took out her mobile phone and watched today's news.

After the film, Yan Huan and Prosecutor Lu broke down and suspected that they were in divorce.

Ok, leave, leave, leave immediately, why not leave, you can marry her after leaving Lu Yi, he promised, didn’t he?"

In Lu Yi’s room, Ye Shuyun walked to the table and picked up the photo frame again. The photo frame was still the same as before, but she felt that it was like the middle of the two, which had been torn apart, What remains is only a broken history.

She reversed the photo frame on the table and walked over.

Sit down, then she raised her hand to Lu Yi, the son came over, and my mother had something to say to you.

Lu Yi came over, then squatted down in front of Ye Shuyun.

Ye Shuyun's distressed son, but wanted to beat him, beat his ungrateful, wolf heart and lungs, but she is very clear, these are irrelevant things, because he does not remember, but forget why, he must forget Huanhuan What.

"Lu Yi," she put her hand on her son's shoulder.

"You and Huanhuan divorced."

Lu Yi squeezed his lips, always unwilling to talk more.

"She likes it, let her do it, this is what you owe her," Ye Shuyun said again, she found the life she wanted, "Son, come on, I know your temperament, you are not obsessed You are just waiting, but now you are waiting, but Huanhuan can’t wait anymore. She is a public figure. What do you think this kind of public opinion will bring her, do you know?"

Lu Yi still said nothing, and he wanted Ye Shuyun to say that, did he really have to, but he couldn’t ask, and he couldn’t even ask who he was, who she couldn’t even remember, and what qualifications she had.

"Okay," he nodded his head lightly, but this good word came out. At that moment, it seemed that his pericardium was peeled off, bringing a kind of raw tears and pain. pain.

He thought there was this person in his memory. He couldn't remember anything. It was good in the past or in the past. It was blank in him, but it was remembered in his soul.

It only started with the word of his exit, but everything is over.

Okay, he promised.

Okay, he agrees.

Well, he is willing.

Soon after, Yan Huan had received the divorce agreement, and she took out a pack of cigarettes again, took one out of it, trembling and took the lighter, and then lighted it up, and spit it out bit by bit. , And the smoke passed by, still her somewhat hazy eyes.

Free, she is finally free.

Lu Yi is Lu Yi, she didn’t even need to go by herself, she already delivered the divorce certificate, she was single later, she put the cigarette on her lips again, her red lips reflected in the hand arc and started A little trance.

Because of broken feelings, I didn’t mention anyone’s cheating, nor did I mention anything else, so it’s public, and it’s impossible to be together in this life. She is still the same in the photo, and even the photo ID can be taken so beautiful. There are not many people in this world. God gave her a good appearance, but she used this good appearance to come to divorce.

She closed the divorce certificate and took the cigarette again. She got hooked on smoking recently. However, she doesn’t drink. She doesn’t drink too much. She has nothing now. A body, live well, live all the time.

Some of Song Xihua couldn't stand it, and smoked it directly from Yan Huan Gong.

"If you want to die, you don't have to use this method of death, you might as well jump to Haijiang directly."

"Did I ever say that I was going to die?" Yan Huan lifted her eyes lightly, her red lips were still delicate, and she took one out of the cigarette case and lit it.

"Okay, you don't need to take it," she spit out a cigarette. At this time, she was noble, gorgeous, but not dusty

"You take one, I still have one. Can you still take out the cigarettes in this world?" Yan Huan took another sip, enjoying the exchange of the air in his lungs with this cigarette, and Lu Yi had always been on his body. It's clean, with no smell of tobacco or alcohol.

And now, what she can smell is the smell of herself. It has long been less than the pure fragrance of kapok. I don't know if she fell, or it doesn't matter.

She has lived for two lifetimes, and even if she is killed now, she has no regrets.

"Why, aren't you leaving yet?" Yan Huan spit out again, his eyes narrowed slightly, "I'm divorced from him, and your agent can start washing you white."

"You know what I want is not this, I'm not so mean," Song Xihua sat across from Yan Huan, "I don't need this kind of fame, I don't lack this reputation."

"I know," Yan Huan smoked a cigarette again, and dyed her fingertips with color, "so I was looking for you, but not others, because we are friends." "

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

"You know, what am I thinking?"

"I'm married."

"I know."

"I am also divorced," Yan Huan exhaled lightly. "I want to live alone for the rest of my life without any men's participation."

"Including me?" Song Xihua grinned miserably. In fact, he already knew it and realized it, but he still wanted to try it, maybe, maybe, just, it seems, that he was wrong again.

Yan Huan extinguished the smoke in his hand, and the emotions in his eyes seemed to be blocked by a mist.

"Including me?" Song Xihua asked again.

"Um..." Yan Huan responded gently, "including you, including him."

She wanted to be alone, quietly.

No one wants, no one loves.

Then, wait for the old, wait for death.

I always think about whether my memory lives on the other side of the Long Street, and my annual rings die on the other side of the Long Street.

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