The Actor Wants to Divorce

It was early evening when Fu Ran and Lin Yang went. Every household at this point was busy preparing New Year's Eve dinner, and there were not many people on the way up the mountain.

Many are young couples.

A bunch of lovers walking in front of the two, holding hands, laughed and laughed along the way.

Fu Ran stared at the enthusiasm of the young couple, his eyes were red with envy.

People passing by, caught a glimpse of two handsome men with tall and long legs, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Fu Ran was sour in his heart, he wanted to put that hand in his palm, and let them all see that such a beautiful person belonged to him.

However, Lin Yang has a thin skin and never does anything too intimate with him in public.

He has been in contact with Lin Yang for so many years, except for a few good friends and a few assistants who noticed that everyone around him doesn’t know whether he is in love with Lin Yang or the year of the fifth anniversary of his relationship with Lin Yang. , He held a surprise party and invited friends from both sides over to support the venue. Everyone learned that the two of them were a pair. This shows how low-key Lin Yang and himself are usually.

Fu Ran just never showed affection like Jiang Yichen and Gu Qingrang, and didn't want to make Lin Yang feel uncomfortable, so he gritted his teeth and stuffed his hands into his pants pockets.

─There is a mountain on the road. In front of the uppermost temple, there is a huge incense burner.

Fu Ran bought incense offerings and distributed them to Lin Yang. Lin Yang never believed in ghosts and gods, and worshipped Buddha absent-mindedly. He put the incense in the incense burner, and when he looked back, he saw Fu Ran holding the incense with a serious expression in all directions. After praying many times, I still muttered words, I don't know what I'm talking about.

That serious look made Lin Yang couldn't help but laugh, and laughed out with a "pouch".

Fu Ran heard the sound and looked over unhappily. He inserted the lighted incense into the incense burner and muttered in his mouth: "Xiao Yang is not sensible, you must not care about him."

Lin Yang was helpless; "Is it necessary?"

I have never seen him believe in such things so much before.

I didn't know that Fu Ran looked serious, walked up to Lin Yang and nodded at him; "I believe it."

God can let him do it again and return him a healthy Xiaoyang. He is so grateful that he has to respect gods and Buddhas, let alone any disrespect.

Fu Ran sighed: "Xiaoyang, I believe this. I don't ask you to believe it with me, but don't say that kind of thing here."

What if they regret it if they are heard by the gods?

Lin Yang was silent for a while, lowered his head and smiled softly: "I know, I'll donate more incense money later."

Fu Ran was a little relieved, and put his hand around Lin Yang and wanted to kiss him.

Lin Yang was startled, "You are going to die, do you not fear the gods to blame for doing this kind of thing in a clean place in a Buddhist temple?"

Fu Ran reacted, scratching his hair embarrassedly, and laughed, "Isn't this unbearable..." He got used to it.

This temple is not big, but there are a lot of gods enshrined. Lin Yang followed Fu Ran for a long time, and his waist was sore when he knelt down and worshiped.

He really couldn't bear it, frowning: "I...I'll go over there to donate the incense money, and you will slowly worship by yourself. Remember to worship my share too."

Fu Ran smiled; "Also."

After Lin Yang left, Fu Ran alone worshiped all the remaining gods. He knelt straight in front of the Lord Buddha, with his hands folded.

His voice was low and hoarse, "I have never asked anyone since I was a child. I was born rich and rich. I didn't know the sufferings of the world. There is only one thing, I hope you gods will protect me."

"Please bless him all his life."

He solemnly knocked three heads, guessing that Xiaoyang's incense money has also been donated, and was about to get up to find Lin Yang, who knew he turned around and bumped into a monk full of arms.

The monk was about fifty years old, and all the beads in his hand fell to the ground.

Fu Ran quickly helped him pick it up, and apologized, "Sorry, are you okay?"

The monk nodded and took the prayer beads: "Donor, have you made up your regrets in your last life?"

Fu Ran's face suddenly paled. He looked at the monk with nodding and bowing his head in disbelief, and his fingers were trembling.

"you know?"

The monk said "Amitabha Buddha" and asked Fu Ran to sit down on the wooden stool beside him.

Fu Ran hid this secret for too long, too much fear and anxiety buried in his heart, pressing him hard to breathe.

Suddenly there was someone who could listen to him, and Fu Ran's words in his heart were all spoken out of his head.

"I did something stupid in my last life and killed my favorite person..."

"He had stomach cancer. I didn't let him see the doctor. I watched him go from a jumpy person to a dying cancer patient, and finally, a cold corpse in my arms."

"After he left, I felt that the whole world was so boring. The sky was gray, the air was cold, and time became so slow and slow. When I calmed down, the world was full of his shadow. I tried to walk out, drink and smoke. Go find friends and fool around..." Fu Ran suddenly smiled: "At that time, I really thought I had let go. I no longer always think of him. I can mention his name naturally with others, even thinking about him. Go to the cinema to watch a comedy movie. I think, wait a little longer, I might really forget him."

"But that night, I dreamed of him. I dreamt that he was standing on the school playground, holding a basketball in his hand, and lifting his chin at me. He said, hello, Fu Ran, come and play with Lao Tzu."

"I woke up all at once, and I didn’t tell anyone that that night, I climbed up the balcony railing, you know, Master, it was just a little bit, just a little bit, I jumped off. Then I Thinking, if I die, what should my son do, how should I face him, what should my son do, I have to raise him to grow up, he has lost a dad, can I let him lose one more? "

Fu Ran stretched out his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, "The thirteen years were really difficult. All my friends around me got married and set up a family. I went to this person's wedding banquet, that person's child's full moon ceremony, lively, and one day. In the evening I got drunk from a friend’s wedding banquet. I looked at the two little people printed on the wedding candy, holding hands, mouth to mouth, and I cried. I thought, I could have been like this."

"From the first day I was with him, I had thought about what my wedding with him was like, what kind of gifts to wear, what kind of ring to buy, and who to invite friends. Actually... I married him. By chance, one night in the seventh year of the relationship, I was watching TV. I saw that the family of three was enjoying themselves, and suddenly I wanted to get married. I ran to find a friend to book a church for me, but because of a little thing we The two quarreled. After the cold war for more than half a month, the marriage was missed."

Fu Ran smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I didn't expect to miss it for a lifetime."

"Later he was so sick that I couldn't stand up, and I asked for another marriage. At that time, he was weak and talked hard, but he still took my ring..."

Fu Ran pour out all the words that had been buried in his heart for a long time.

"I'm so pitiful that I am lonely and widowed. Every Chinese New Year, I ask me to go to the New Year together. I don't want to disturb the relationship between husband and wife. I go there once or twice. lonely."

"When I found myself back thirteen years ago, I was so happy. I said I want to be nice to him. No matter how he loses his temper with me in this life, I have to follow him, but I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that all this is a dream. I can't tell him yet. I'm afraid to scare him. He will think I'm crazy.

The monk picked up the pen, dropped the word "Ping An" on the Ping An sign, and then handed Fu Ran.

"If the path is too difficult, then look forward, donor."

Fu Ran took it with both hands, stared at the small peace sign in his hand, was silent for a long time, and clenched it tightly.

He bowed to the monk, and then hurried out to find his most important person.

At this moment, the sky was already dark, the red glow covered the sky, and the new year was coming.

Lin Yang was standing under the stone steps not far away.

Fu Ran ran over, "Xiaoyang, I'm finished worshiping, and the monk inside also gave me a safety sign, look."

He spread his palms and showed Lin Yang the sign with the word Ping An written on it.

Lin Yang made a soft "um" sound, his voice sounded hoarse, as if he had cried.

Fu Ran went to look at Lin Yang's eyes, and he saw that Lin Yang's eyes were red.

He was instantly flustered: "What's wrong with you? Are you crying?"

Lin Yang: "No."

"No? Why are your eyes so red if you didn't cry?" Fu Ran was nervous, "Xiao Yang, did I make you angry? Why did you cry?"

When did Xiao Yang cry?

Lin Yang: "Really not, it's just being smoked."

Fu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, "You scared me to death."

Lin Yang: "Go back, it's Chinese New Year today."

Fu Ran nodded; "Well, go back and make your New Year's Eve dinner!"

He was about to raise his foot and walk forward, but Lin Yang suddenly held his hand.

Fu Ran was stunned, and looked at Lin Yang, who was faint and dark with light and shadow with some surprise.

"you……"

He took the initiative to hold his hand?

Lin Yang snorted softly, "Just forget it if you don't want to hold it."

Fu Ran suddenly clenched the slightly cool hand.

"Go, go home for the New Year."

Fu Ran, every year from now on, you will never be alone.

The author has something to say

Tomorrow the wedding will officially end!

La la la! This chapter actually wrote me cry again!