Shiyang hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his eyes. After calming down his emotions, he raised his head and shouted at the door: "Here he comes."
Get up and open the door.
"It's time to eat." Fu Jingchuan said. When he raised his eyes, he saw the wet redness in her eyes. He paused slightly and looked at her.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice softened, and he raised his arms, the backs of his long fingers gently falling on the corners of Shiyang's slightly wet eyes.
When the skin touched each other, he instinctively shrank and took a small step back.
"I'm fine." She said softly, her gentle voice still a little nasal, "I'm just following the drama."
Fu Jingchuan glanced at her. He remembered that she had never been in the habit of watching dramas. She only watched movies, and she watched all kinds of movies. Domestic and foreign, dramas, suspense films, literary films, all kinds of genres, but love. Watched less movies.
She also likes to watch documentaries, especially documentaries on humanities and history. She occasionally watches some TV series, but most of them are workplace dramas or suspense dramas with strong plot logic. There are not many places that can make her cry.
He glanced at her mobile phone on the table, without betraying her, and raised his hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.
"Let's eat first," he said softly.
Shiyang nodded slightly: "Yes."
While eating, Fu Jingchuan clearly felt that Shiyang was in a low mood.
She had a poor appetite in the early stages of pregnancy and was still thinking about something. Although she reluctantly stuffed something into her mouth, she couldn't bear to eat after only a few bites.
Shiyang couldn't force herself, and the harder she tried to stuff things into her mouth, the more nauseated she felt.
In the end, Shi Yang had to put down his chopsticks and looked at Fu Jingchuan: "I'm full, you eat slowly."
Fu Jingchuan glanced at her remaining bowl and didn't advise her. He just nodded lightly: "Okay."
After finishing the food in the bowl in a few seconds, Fu Jingchuan also put down the bowl and chopsticks and stood up to clean up.
Shiyang remembered that he didn't even eat a few mouthfuls, and looked at him in surprise: "Don't you eat more?"
"It's okay. I had dinner with my client this afternoon." Fu Jingchuan neatly packed the dishes into the kitchen, threw them into the dishwasher, washed his hands, and looked up at the darkened window, looking at Shi Yang in the living room. .
"Want to go for a walk?"
Shiyang looked at him in surprise: "Don't you have to be busy?"
She thought it was strange that the words "go out for a walk" came out of Fu Jingchuan's mouth.
When they were still married, she and Fu Jingchuan would go back to their rooms each time after dinner. They had their own study rooms and their own work. Therefore, during the rest time after dinner, they were mostly busy with each other, not talking to each other. Excuse me, there are not many opportunities to go out, it can even be said to be almost none.
Fu Jingchuan is a person who wants to break his time in half. He has arranged a fixed fitness time for himself. Walking is a waste of time for him.
He never wastes time on walking, so when he suddenly heard him say that he wanted to go for a walk, Shiyang was more confused than anything else.
Fu Jingchuan had already walked towards her: "No need."
It was still a simple and neat answer. The person who spoke had already walked up to her. He raised his eyes to look out the window at the night, then looked at her and repeated: "Going for a walk?"
Shiyang hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."
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The two of them were walking downstairs in the hotel.
Not far downstairs is the square, connected to the lake center park, which is a busy time.
The surrounding residents love to come here for a walk, including the elderly with their children, as well as students from nearby schools, mostly young couples, which makes this quiet night seem extremely lively, with a somewhat unfamiliar atmosphere of human fireworks.
In the past, Shiyang was someone who didn't take a walk after dinner. Like Fu Jingchuan, she always went back to the study to get busy after dinner, so she rarely had the opportunity to experience such human fireworks.
In her mind, this was the first time she and Fu Jingchuan went out for a walk after dinner. Everything she looked at was fresh, and her dull mood dissipated a lot because of this freshness.
Fu Jingchuan had been paying attention to Shi Yang's expression, and he stood beside her. From the corner of his eye, he kept paying attention to the boys and girls roller skating in the square. When they were about to rush over, he stretched out his hands to block Shi Yang.
"Have you ever gone out for shopping?" Fu Jingchuan asked, seeing her looking around calmly, raising his hand to block the crowds that were pushing towards her.
"No. I don't go shopping much." Shiyang replied softly, turning to look at him, "I guess you haven't been out shopping either, right?"
Fu Jingchuan nodded lightly: "I've been busy recently."
Shi Yang also nodded and didn't answer any more.
Fu Jingchuan didn't speak anymore, just walked aimlessly with her.
Shiyang found this feeling very strange. She and Fu Jingchuan had been married for two years, and they had obviously had many intimate moments, and they had indulged themselves without reservation.
But once they are freed from the control of passion and their reason returns to clarity, they are always like strangers they just met. They don’t have many topics in common, not many close contacts, and even less handholding.
Shiyang didn't know whether it was her problem or Fu Jingchuan's problem. She couldn't be bold in front of Fu Jingchuan.
She didn't know whether this kind of restraint was unique to Fu Jingchuan, or whether it was the same for all men.
Before Fu Jingchuan, she had never been in love, and after Fu Jingchuan, she had not had the chance to start a new relationship. She couldn't compare whether the problem was hers or Fu Jingchuan's, but she watched the couple holding hands and laughing and playing in front of her. Shiyang was envious of the young couple passing by.
She and Fu Jingchuan had never laughed so wildly and had no scruples. They had never dared to be so wild during their marriage. Now that they have returned to being friends, it is even more impossible to be like others.
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Fu Jingchuan noticed the focus of her gaze, and also glanced at the young couple holding hands and laughing and playing, and then looked at Shiyang.
He saw envy and a sense of self-reconciliation in her eyes.
Fu Jingchuan is usually busy with work and never notices what passers-by are doing, especially young lovers. In his opinion, the flirting, laughter and scolding between young lovers are just pretentiousness when they are young and carefree.
He has not experienced this period.
From childhood to adulthood, his life has only been about how to get bigger and stronger.
Whether he is studying or working, he works hard with 10% concentration and rarely gets distracted in other aspects.
Even when he met Shiyang in his senior year of high school, the part of his concern for her was only about her study and life. He would care about whether she could adapt to the new environment, whether she could keep up with her studies, and whether she looked so simple. It's harmless, won't you be bullied, etc.
He would be worried about her being late, and would be uneasy because of her asking for leave. He would pretend to pass by her house casually to see if she was there, but he never thought deeply about the thoughts behind this concern.
After graduation and losing contact, Fu Jingchuan was under pressure to pay equal attention to study and work.
He often thinks of Shiyang.
But after thinking about it, I immediately remembered her leaving without saying goodbye, and that kind of missing turned into a hidden anger, and then accumulated little by little, and finally turned into a rage that I never wanted to see again. If Not the reunion at that class reunion.
The party that day was actually a coincidence.
After graduating from high school, the class actually organized a party every year.
Fu Jingchuan knew that Shiyang never participated, and he never went either.
The one two years ago was an accident.
He happened to be discussing business with a client in that restaurant. When he went out, he happened to meet his former classmates who were having dinner together. He was pulled over to say hello to everyone.
Then among the familiar faces whose youthfulness had faded, he saw Shiyang, just like before, sitting quietly and low-key in the corner, quietly watching everyone laugh and not participating in the conversation.
That time, he stayed and sat down in the empty seat next to her.
He could feel her reserve.
Although they sat side by side, they didn't say much to each other.
She is not a talkative person, and neither is he.
