The Actor Wants to Divorce

Because of the deaths of Ying Ting and Jining, the two families completely tore their faces.

Originally polite family, I blamed you for not taking good care of my son, I blamed your family for killing my child.

Ying Ting and Ji Ning were not buried together in the end. The two families had their own funerals and were buried in a cemetery more than two hours away.

In the year Ji Ning died, Ji An had just grown up and was in his third year of high school. He was not even allowed to attend the funeral. His parents later let him kneel in front of Ji Ning's spirit for three days and three nights until he fainted from dehydration.

He was not as good as Jining since he was a child.

It's better for him to study well, and he's not as sensible and obedient. After Jining passed away, her mother still pointed at him and cursed why it wasn't you.

Later, there were endless beatings and verbal abuse, strange accusations and eyes that couldn’t be shaken away. Three months after his brother’s death, Ji An stuffed some clothes in his suitcase and saved a few money in the piggy bank. Thousands of dollars was held in his hand, and on one night, no one noticed, so he went to beg for life alone.

At first he couldn't find a place to live, and the money on his body was quickly spent. When there was no money to eat, a man took him home.

When sleeping with the man, Ji An was also confused. Three months later, Ji An and the man parted ways.

With nowhere to go, Ji An went to find Ji Rulang, and Ji Rulang found a place to live for Ji An, and life gradually became better.

Ji An has always been optimistic. He never felt that he had experienced so many things. He should blame God and others, complain about himself, and live by himself. If he died one day, there would be no one to send him off.

On the contrary, Ji An has always wanted to find his light from the chaotic and dark world.

Lin Zhaozhi's appearance made him see the light.

No matter what, he wanted to try it for himself.

Because there were not many people in the cemetery just after the new year, Ji An wandered in the cemetery empty-handed for half an hour before finding his brother Jining’s tomb.

In the photo, it was a face very similar to him.

Ji An stared at him for a long time, then squatted down, put his frozen hand to his mouth and breathed in heat.

The heat cast a white mist in front of him. He squatted on the ground, and when he looked at it from a distance, there was only a small mass.

"Brother, I have fallen in love with someone recently, but I don't know how I can tell him."

"If it weren't for you, I would definitely go after him."

Ji An paused for a while, only to feel the wind and wind around him, he shivered, and then realized: "I, I didn't blame you, don't come to me tonight! Even though you are my brother... …But it’s not necessary."

He talked about Jining's tombstone for a long time, and waited until both legs were numb before he got up and prepared to leave.

"Jian?"

As soon as he walked out of the cemetery, he ran into two women.

One of them recognized Ji An at a glance.

Ji An stared at them for a long time, and barely recognized Aunt Wang, who seemed to be right from home.

Ji An smiled, "Isn't this Aunt Wang?"

Aunt Wang nodded again and again: "Hey, I didn't expect An An to recognize it."

Ji An scratched his hair "hehe", "I've been bright in my mind since I was a kid. I haven't seen you for several years. Aunt Wang, you are getting younger and younger."

"Oh, I'm getting old and old." Aunt Wang was praised from ear to ear, pointing to the young girl next to her and said: "This is my daughter, Yuanyuan, remember?"

Ji An's eyes widened: "Yuanyuan? I haven't seen her for a long time. Yuanyuan has become such a beautiful girl. She looks so beautiful."

Aunt Wang smiled deeper, "Yuanyuan, my name is Brother Ji An."

"Good Brother Ji An."

Aunt Wang glanced at the cemetery not far away: "I'll take the child to visit his grandparents to visit the grave. By the way, are you visiting your brother?"

Ji An nodded: "Yeah."

Aunt Wang frowned suddenly, and sighed: "You said that back then, even if you were at fault, also..."

"Ah, Aunt Wang, I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Before she finished speaking, Ji An turned around and ran away.

The little girl named Yuanyuan looked like a nympho: "Brother Ji An looks good, too? Why haven't I seen him go home."

Aunt Wang became cold for an instant, grabbed her ears, and warned him: "That Ji An is not a good person. His brother and sister-in-law were forced to death by Ji An. You will keep me away from him in the future, do you know?"

Today, the weather has been gloomy and gloomy since the beginning of the day. As soon as Ji An returned to the apartment with his front feet, heavy rain poured down his back feet.

"Damn, I almost got caught in the rain!"

Ji An grumbled against the sky for a while before turning around and entering the elevator.

After entering the room, Lin Zhaozhi was in the living room looking at the computer intently. Ji An walked around and glanced behind him, and saw a video on the computer. In the video, he was a kind of butter boy.

His name seems to be Xu Yan.

Seeing Lin Zhaozhi staring at him intently, Ji An frowned sometimes, but the corners of his lips rose again. He didn't even notice when he came back, and his heart was suddenly sour.

He estimated that the quilt on the coffee table was slammed "Zhaoxin crackling".

Lin Zhaozhi really noticed that, reaching out and pressing the pause button, turned his head, dissatisfied: "Can you be quieter, can you?"

With his thighs tilted, Ji An amplifies the sound of the TV and laughs: "I'm so fascinated to watch, is it because I am fancy other people's fresh meat."

"bored."

Lin Zhaozhi frowned, got up and picked up the computer, and went into the study.

Ji An "hum" angrily.

It took about two hours before Lin Zhaozhi came out of the study.

Ji An threw an orange in his mouth, grinning badly in his arms, "Did you fold it at him?"

Lin Zhaozhi's face suddenly turned pale.

Ji An was not afraid of death and continued: "What do you think you want? You are such a rich, powerful and famous director. If you really like him, then you should pack him up."

Lin Zhaozhi was a little angry, his voice chilling: "Jian, don't take your dirty thoughts to take others for granted."

"What am I nasty? Don't all the people in your entertainment industry be like that? Xu Yan might have been wrapped up several times..."

Lin Zhaozhi's chest fluctuated violently twice, walked over and directly picked up Ji An's collar and lifted him from the sofa.

"Hey!" The orange in Ji'an's hand fell to his feet, "Guru Guru" rolled away, "What are you doing!"

Lin Zhaozhi dragged him to the door, opened the door, and threw Ji An out like trash.

"You veil me away."

Ji An was anxious: "Why are you driving me away?"

Lin Zhaozhi sneered, "I want to."

"Didn't I just say a few words from Xu Yan, you get angry with me... Then can't I just say it?"

He squeezed to the door in a hurry.

Lin Zhaozhi slammed Ji An outside and slammed the door.

Ji An blinked his eyes and slapped the door "dongdong", "It's raining outside, how can I go back..."

He sighed helplessly, his heart getting sour.

Just because Xu Yan drove himself out of the house, he was so good.

He looks no worse than Xu Yan.

Ji An squatted to the door of Lin Zhaozhi, took out the phone, poke a little bit for a long time, and then sent Lin Zhaozhi a screenshot.

When Lin Zhaozhi saw the WeChat sent by Ji An, he felt a little bit disgusted in his eyes.

Throw it aside and didn't look at it.

This morning, a director in the circle contacted him and said that he had found a good seedling, named Xu Yan, and gave an impromptu performance at the scene of breaking the child. He asked him to help see how people are.

Who knows that Ji An speaks so badly.

I don’t know how many men I have had, and dare to say that the people in their entertainment industry are dirty.

He thought that Ji An was a bit cute at first, but now the closer he walks, the more he finds Ji An's body problems.

Lie is sexual, superficial, speaks lightly or seriously, and even plainly slanders the innocence of a good actor.

Do you really want to continue getting along with this kind of person?

Lin Zhaozhi's head was aching slightly.

Or is it that the last period of unsuccessful relationship really made him hungry and thirsty, even Ji An's kind of thing, he can actually tolerate it?

Forget it, let Ji An move out early.

Here Ji An squatted at the gate of Lin Zhaozhi until more than ten o'clock in the evening. His whole body was trembling with cold, his teeth were trembling, there was really no way he could do it, and he left with trembling.

As soon as I got home, I saw a luxury car waiting on the side of the road.

Ji An was about to escape, Ying Qi had already stepped out of the car quickly, "Ji An."

This cold sound made Ji An stop for an instant. He turned pale and saw Ying Qi beckoning to him, "Come here."

Ji An moved quickly, with a difficult voice: "Ying Qi, are you looking for something to do with me?"

Ying Qi reached out and pinched Ji An's chin, "Are you hiding from me?"

Ji An's face was pale, and he rolled in cold sweat, "No, I... I... I have something recently. My cousin is about to get married."

"What does Ji Rulang have to do with your marriage? Don't think I don't know what you are in Ji's house."

Ji An smiled hard: "I'm really busy, will you let me go?"

Ying Qi: "Then are you finished now?"

Ji An was silent for a while, then nodded: "Well, busy, it's over."

"When you're done, just walk with me."

Ying Qi pulled the car door and pushed Ji An in.

Ji An's heart jumped "eyes as eyes one by one", but he didn't smile: "Where are you going, it's so late."

"A few of my friends, just came back from abroad, take care of them, you know?"

Ji An's eyes were red, clutching Ying Qi's clothes, begging: "Brother Ying Qi, it really won't work tonight, you see, my clothes are all wet, Ying Qi slapped it hard.

"Get in the car!"

Ji An couldn't say a word when he was beaten, and he sat in the car honestly.

It was half past four in the morning.

Ji An hugged his shoulders, swayed, and returned home with weak legs.

He sat on the floor, let the darkness envelop himself, then moved to the bathroom little by little to take a bath.

At dawn, Ji An finally lay on the bed and grabbed the phone. The WeChat message to Lin Zhaozhi a few hours ago still did not receive any reply.

He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and sent Lin Zhaozhi's WeChat with trembling fingers.

[Can I live with you tomorrow? 】

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Ji'an is like a weed, the fire is endless, and the spring breeze blows again and again.