The Actor Wants to Divorce

Fu Ran silently took a sip of the wine in his glass.

"If it were you, would you let it go?"

Jiang Yichen paused for a long time, then filled Fu Ran with a glass of wine: "You can make your own decision, and come to me often when you have time."

Fu Ran seemed to be drunk, and finally lay down on the table and talked dreamily.

Gu Qing let him go to the guest room.

Fu Ran murmured dazedly: "Xiaoyang Xiaoyang, I'm sorry, I'm drinking, I'll take a bath right away, don't be angry

Gu Qing was taken aback.

In the fifth year after Lin Yang left, he still remembered Lin Yang's habit of disgusting the smell of tobacco and alcohol.

Gu Qing let him look at the drunk man on the bed, sighed softly, and then closed the door for him.

Go to sleep, Fu Ran.

There must be the Xiaoyang you most want to see in your dreams.

The tenth year of Lin Yang's death.

Fu Xiangxi is fifteen years old.

Already had the appearance of a little adult.

The boy's posture is like a willow tree in spring, growing vigorously, and as tall and handsome as a green pine.

Obviously he was more like him when he was young, but how Fu Ran looked, he felt that he was more and more like Lin Yang.

The youthfulness and the steadyness of an adult made Fu Ran feel very pleased.

After graduating from junior high school, Fu Xiangxi chose to continue his studies at Mingcheng High School.

For Fu Xiangxi, the school that gave birth to the love of his two fathers had a status unmatched by other schools.

No matter how busy his studies are, Fu Xiangxi will always go home on Friday to accompany Fu Ran.

His father is too lonely.

During the years when he was growing up, his father always gave him the impression of a gentle and heart-warming smile, he tolerated everything about himself, and even when he made a mistake, he never said a word of seriousness.

The only time that Fu Ran beat him was when he was ten years old. He clamored and went out to play, but he forgot that it was supposed to be the second father's memorial day.

Fu Ran used his family's feather duster to pull twice into the palm of his hand.

It's not heavy, and it's far from the level of a lesson.

Later, he woke up dazedly in his sleep and saw Fu Ran sitting by his bed, carefully applying anti-swelling ointment to his hand.

That kind of self-blame and uncomfortable expression, Fu Xiangxi remembers to this day.

Since then, he has never annoyed Fu Ran again.

He studies hard and is friendly to others. When other children are playing, he is already in contact with business knowledge.

He wanted to quickly become the one who shared the pressure and responsibility for Fu Ran.

Today, Fu Xiangxi, who is a sophomore in senior high school, had a rare early holiday, so he went to the supermarket to buy some beef and vegetables, planning to go back to run Fu Ran to eat hot pot.

Fu Ran opened the door and took the big and small bags of vegetables from his son. As he walked to the kitchen, he said, "Next week is your uncle's birthday. Are gifts ready?"

"Everything is ready, don't worry."

Fu Xiangxi picked up the apron and tied it to her body, sorting out the ingredients with Fu Ran.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, Fu Ran’s birthday and Lin Yan’s birthday are on the same day.

Fu Ran is ashamed of Lin's family, so for ten years, Fu Xiangxi has gone to celebrate Lin Yan's birthday.

Fu Xiangxi rinsed a potato in the water: "Dad, I'll accompany you on your birthday this year. Anyway, my uncle will be accompanied by Uncle Feng Jin."

Fu Ran: "It's fine if you have the heart, don't make me difficult to be a man in front of your uncle."

Fu Xiangxi couldn't help frowning: "Dad, don't you feel lonely?"

Fu Ran was taken aback, lowered his head and cut off a piece of potato, his voice was dumb: "I'm used to it."

The older Fu Xiangxi grows, the less time he can spend with Fu Ran.

The son has his own life, his friends, his hobbies.

Fu Ran didn't want to tie him around.

Especially after Fu Xiangxi entered high school, he came back one or two days a week.

Suddenly a lot of days were freed up, which made Fu Ran a little uncomfortable.

Ten years.

He rarely thought of Lin Yang on his own initiative, and he would never even dream of him in his dreams.

Also began to go out with friends, like many years, sensual life.

This year, Fu Ran met a man who looked like Lin Yang.

When he first ran into him, his whole heart was about to explode. Like crazy, he followed the man silently and watched for a whole day.

Until the man disappeared into the crowd.

Later, when my friends heard about this, all of them were gearing up to help Fu Ran find them, but they were all stopped by Fu Ran.

"I don't want others to be Xiaoyang's stand-in. It's too insulting for Xiaoyang. He is unique."

This year, Fu Ran also met a very suitable person.

He is a good man at home.

He was very good to Fu Ran and also very good to Fu Xiangxi. He cooked soup and cooked food every day, and sent it to Fu Ran's company and to Fu Xiangxi's school.

All my friends let Fu Ran take good care of him. At the age of forty-three, he should find someone to stabilize.

Even Fu Xiangxi agreed: "Dad, I think Uncle Ding is pretty good, anyway, I'm old, you should also consider your own personal problems, you can't be a bachelor for a lifetime."

Uncle Ding was gentle and considerate, and even ran to school to give him an umbrella when it rained. It's hard to find such a good man with a lantern.

Fu Ran: "Just because your Uncle Ding is a good person, I can't delay others."

When Fu Xiangxi heard this, he knew that there was nothing to play, and sighed: "Dad, you should just become a monk."

Fu Ran smiled, "Blame your second dad to blame. Who made him so domineering and would not move my seat for twenty years after taking your father's heart."

When Lin Yang passed away, Fu Xiangxi was still very young. His few memories of Lin Yang were that that day’s warm afternoon, that vague figure squatted in front of him and said gently one by one.

"You have to protect him for Dad."

Fu Xiangxi frowned, trying desperately to recall that face: "What kind of person is second dad?"

Fu Ran's eyebrows were dyed softly and proudly: "He is the best man in the world."

Fu Xiangxi pouted: "It's too partial. If my second dad is still there, I probably won't have a seat in this family."

Fu Ran admitted shamelessly: "That's natural, how can you compare to my Xiaoyang."

Fu Xiangxi rolled his eyes.

This year, Fu Xiangxi came back from Lin Yan's birthday party and gave Fu Ran a surprise.

"Dad, Uncle said, I agree to go and worship the second dad."

Fu Ran was washing the dishes in the kitchen. He shook his hand when he heard the news, and the plate fell directly to the ground, smashing with a "bang one by one".

He turned his head, his eyes were blood red, "Really?"

Fu Xiangxi smiled: "What did I lie to you? If you don't believe it, you can call and ask yourself."

For ten years, Fu Ran didn't have a new person around him.

From thirty-three to forty-three years old, he foolishly waited for someone who would never return. Lin Yan's hatred for him had long since disappeared.

Fu Ran was stunned for a long time, his breathing suddenly accelerated, his expression flustered, and he was actually at a loss.

It took him a long time to react, wash his hands, turn around and go to the bedroom, looking for clothes in the cabinet.

Fu Xiangxi watched him changing clothes in sets, helpless; "Dad, you are not going on a blind date."

Fu Ran's palms were full of sweat. He picked a fairly formal black suit to wear, and asked Fu Xiangxi; "Is this good-looking?"

Fu Xiangxi gave a thumbs up: "My dad is the most handsome in the world."

Fu Ran changed his clothes and went to the bathroom to shave in front of the mirror, tidying himself up.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he frowned slightly.

I don't know if Xiaoyang will dislike him for being old.

In fact, he has no wrinkles, and no one would doubt that he is 30 years old.

Fu Ran fiddled around for more than an hour before going out.

When passing by the flower shop, Fu Xiangxi said; "Dad, buy a bunch of flowers?"

Fu Ran nodded, and went to the flower shop to get a bunch of ninety-nine roses.

Fu Xiangxi snickered, his father was really fatal when he became romantic.

He could imagine how sweet his dad and second dad would be when they fell in love.

"People always use chrysanthemums when sweeping tombs. You want roses."

Fu Ran smiled softly, and stroked his fingers twice on the bright petals.

"I promised to give him roses every day."

Fu Ran's nose was sour.

The cemetery in the evening was full of clouds.

The man he loves most has been sleeping here for ten years.

Ten years.

It's actually been ten years.

Standing in front of Lin Yang's tombstone, Fu Ran was at a loss and trance for a moment.

Fu Xiangxi knew that he must have a lot of whispers to tell Lin Yang, so he only bowed to Lin Yang and left.

Fu Ran stared at the picture of Lin Yang on the tombstone for a long time before slowly squatting down and placing the rose gently on the ground.

"Xiaoyang, I'm sorry, I came to see you so late."

When he spoke, his voice went hoarse.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm pretty good, and Xiang Xi is pretty good too. In a year or two, he will be almost as tall as me."

"I miss you so much, Xiao Yang."

He sat in front of Lin Yang's tomb and talked about it for a long, long time, until the night fell and the whole sky fell silent and dimmed, he got up and gently kissed the cold tombstone.

"See you tomorrow, Xiao Yang."

Back in the car, Fu Xiangxi asked, "What did you say to the second dad?"

Fu Ran: "Secret."

Fu Xiangxi: "Did you say that I love you."

Fu Ran: "He knows."

From that day on, Fu Ran would take a bunch of roses to sit in front of Lin Yang's tomb every day.

Sometimes he didn't speak, just stared at the tombstone for a while, and then left.

At the end of the year, Fu Ran went to help Fu Xiangxi hold a parent meeting.

After many years, he returned to Mingcheng High School again.

Only this time, Lin Yang was missing.

After the parent meeting, Fu Ran suddenly wanted to go to the playground.

Many students are playing basketball on the basketball court.

Fu Ran stared at the lively students, his throat trembling.

Fu Xiangxi could not hear Fu Ran's voice for a long time, so he turned to look subconsciously.

I saw Fu Ran staring at the direction of the basketball court from a distance, and two lines of tears were rolling violently from his eyes.

Fu Xiangxi's heart tightened suddenly.

This was the first and last time he saw his father's tears from his childhood memories. Fu Ran's Adam's apple rolled twice, his voice hoarse: "Xiang Xi, do you know? It's where Dad fell in love with him.

Fu Xiangxi gently held Fu Ran's hand, "He knows, doesn't he?"

The thirteenth year of Lin Yang's death.

Fu Xiangxi is about to reach adulthood.

For this child's coming-of-age ceremony, Lin Yan took the initiative to let go of the barriers and invited Fu Ran to join him at that time.

After the college entrance examination in June, Fu Xiangxi went crazy.

As soon as he got home, he hid in the room with his mobile phone in his arms, and Fu Ran lingered at him when he asked him to eat.

Fu Ran looked at the smirk on his son's face, and knew clearly.

At dinner, he couldn't help asking: "Which child is it? Boy or girl?"