Ex-wife Won't Remarry

She was stunned for a few seconds and rushed into the inner room. The conversation in the room stopped with her work.

During the conversation, the man looked up and met her eyes at the same second she rushed in. The second they looked at each other, their bodies shook slightly.

It's really him... It's really him

Muxi looked at the people wrapped by the sunlight slanting in from the window. This sentence flashed in her mind again and again.

He was more handsome than before, and his face was a little white, but his dark eyes were still as deep as practice. At this time, he was looking at her gently and gently, only reflecting her figure.

All the Sheng and Xiao are far away, all the unwilling, all the suffering and all the hard work are scattered with his waking up, tears... Absolutely, only in a moment.

"Don't cry..." the hoarse voice sounded lovingly. Muxi was slightly stunned. He stroked his cheek and wet his tentacles.

"Jun... Jun Hao..."

Fu Junhao raised a smile slightly on his face. It was like thousands of flowers quietly opening up, quiet and amazing.

He slowly opened his arms and looked at her with picturesque eyebrows, "I'm back..."

Just one word, four words hit Muxi Yan like thunder. She suddenly woke up, rushed into his arms and buried her head in his chest. The lacrimal gland seemed to be out of control. Tears kept seeping out and wet his clothes. She had choked and couldn't speak.

Because he has been in bed for many years, he is haunted with a faint smell of medicine. It doesn't smell good, but it vividly reminds her of his calm and long breath. It's great, great

They will never separate again

They met for 13 years. In the first five years, because of her own cowardice, they didn't meet but didn't know each other. They got married in one year, but they were strangers. They separated in three years. In three years, he was in a coma. The time to really love each other was only one year, including a Duro.

Countless pain, despair in expectation, heavy sacrifice in exchange for a visible and hopeful future, no matter what can no longer separate them!

Tang Tian and Fu Ziyan have retreated unconsciously. They hug each other tightly and don't speak, but they want to embed each other into their body. The soul is quiet and safe in the room. The sun slants through the window and sprinkles on them. The feeling of warmth comes in bursts and has been searching for many years, They finally found another rib lost at the ends of the earth.

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Tang Tian stood in front of the window, his mouth full of quiet smiles, and finally the rain cleared up

"It's nice that my brother finally woke up. God has finally been fair!" Fu Ziyan stopped slowly beside him and looked into the distance through the sky.

Tang Tian's smile gradually dispersed. At the beginning of the film, he looked at her and was silent for a long time. Finally, he thought about it and asked her, "Xiao Yan, can't you put it down?"

Fu Ziyan's eyes moved slightly. A few seconds later, a shallow smile appeared on her face. Her eyes were distant but calm.

"It doesn't matter if you don't put it down. The proof of a person's existence in the world is that someone remembers him. Whether he loves me or not, I only love him, think of him and miss him. For some people, love may be happy to be together, but for me, it's also a kind of happiness to miss him all my life. Some people can live well as long as they miss someone all their life But I hope that in the next life, our fate can be a little more, just a little... "

Tang Tian's eyes were slightly sluggish. After a long time, he sighed, "what he said is really right..."

"..." Fu Ziyan trembled slightly and looked at him, "what?"

Tang Tian's eyes were deep, "come with me!"

They got on the bus and entered a cemetery. After walking for some time, they stopped in front of a clean and tidy tombstone. The man on the tombstone was as gentle as jade, as lively as spring breeze, and seemed to have never left.

The big characters standing on the bottom of the picture, a few simple big characters, are like his people - the tomb of he Ziling, the grandson of he family.

Fu ziyanqiang returned to the sour eyes and put down the lily in his hand in front of the tomb. "Brother Ziling, I came to see you. My brother woke up. Everything has hope. You can rest assured..."

Her fingertips slowly touched the tombstone, and her low voice scattered in the air with the wind, with an unspeakable trance feeling.

"Ziling, how are you recently? Jun Hao woke up. He's fine and she's fine. I've done what you told me. Now there are only the last two things left, and will you be happy that these two things can be implemented?" Tang Tian squatted down beside her and reached out to explore under the tombstone for a while. A small dark box slowly opened next to the base of the tombstone, He reached out and took out the golden Phoebe box. He opened the box. There were only two letters in it.

He picked up one of the letters and handed it to the people around him. "Ziling said before his death that if you don't get better, you don't have to give this letter to you. If you get better but still persist, you will give it to you. Now the dust has settled and your disease has completely recovered, so it's time to give this letter to you!"

Fu Ziyan took it over with trembling fingertips and opened it slowly, but when the wedding photo came out slowly in front of her eyes, her tears finally couldn't help falling down.

The wedding photo is the photo they took when they got married, and along with the marriage, there is a signed divorce agreement and another letter of what family's property.

Fu Ziyan turned the photo over with tears, and the elegant and moist handwriting behind the photo covered the back of the front photo.

"Xiao Yan:

Sorry, I married you, but I can't take good care of you. I lost you, but I don't regret it. Fate is so joking that many people met but didn't get to the end. As early as many years ago, my existence may be to complete Xiaoyan, and saving Junhao is my final accomplishment to her.

Xiao Yan, you are a good girl. I'm very happy to know you. I hope you'll be happier.

I'm too selfish. If I can, I hope you can hate me, but I know you won't, because you're too kind, I'm sorry for you. But this generation married you, I've never regretted it, but if you have the next life, don't meet me, I'm sorry! "

"Woo..." Fu Ziyan shook her fingertips and the photo fell to the ground slowly. She couldn't help crying. She should have known it long ago. She just didn't want to face it. He Ziling was always gentle, no matter how she changed.

"Xiao Yan..." Tang Tian reached out and stroked her back to comfort her. He looked up at the smiling man on the tombstone. His throat was blocked and couldn't speak.

Ziling, is this the tenderness you left behind? Marriage photos, documents and divorce agreements, two different documents, two opposite choices, you give Xiaoyan your choice, no matter which you accept!

Fu Ziyan didn't know how long she had been crying. Knowing that the sun was getting dark, she slowly stood up in front of the tombstone. She looked calm and smiled gently. She couldn't see any difference except her red and swollen eyes.

"Xiao Yan, you......" Tang Tian looked at her anxiously.

She smiled and shook her head, and then gently looked at the man on the tombstone, "don't worry, thank you for giving me a choice, but there has always been only one choice. In the next life, I will still find you!"

Then she put away the photos and documents, took the divorce agreement and gently tore it into pieces. She slowly raised her hand and fell down like falling petals, which were blown away in the wind.

"Have you really decided?"

"Hmm!" she answered, then took a deep breath, turned and left. The smile on her face was calm and melodious after the wind and rain.

Tang Tian looked at her slender figure lovingly. He grew up watching this girl from an early age. In his heart, he had long regarded her as his own sister. Over the years, he witnessed her growth. She was no longer simple and her smile was no longer publicized, but she grew up and was really mature. Later, he believed that she would take good care of herself and live a good life, but the price was too heavy

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It's been three days since he woke up.

Muxi Yan glanced at the house. Three days ago, after he learned about his father's death, they moved back to the old house. Sometimes she really regretted that when her grandfather was alive, they couldn't cherish it, but had to move out, leaving a lot of regrets.

As for Yu Ziling... Although she, Tang Tian and everyone had no written regulations, everyone subconsciously kept silent.

Shaking her head, she slowly pushed the door and went in. Fu Junhao leaned against the head of the bed and saw her come in. Her deep eyes softened in an instant.

"Come on, Jun Hao, have some millet porridge!" she slowly walked over, sat down by the edge of the bed, filled the rice porridge and fed it to his mouth.

He smiled and bowed his head according to her movements. Because he had been in bed for many years, although muxiyan had a good massage for him every day to prevent muscle atrophy, his muscles were still slightly stiff, but his complexion was much better with the extension of rest and activity time. In addition to some weakness, his body did not have any discomfort.

After feeding him half a bowl of rice porridge, they helped him sit in a wheelchair and went for a walk in the back garden.

Because the climate of Kyoto City is different, the weather in all five months is not very hot. The breeze blows, but there is a faint sense of comfort.

"How's it going?" Muxi said, bending down slightly to trim the blanket on his legs.

Fu Junhao looked at her gently, shook his head, then stretched out his hand and gently pulled, and the man sat on his lap.

"Jun Hao... Your body..." Muxi was surprised and was about to struggle to get up, but he was gently pulled by him. He hugged her waist tightly, and his low voice revealed his mood, "just for a while, stay with me for a while!"

Muxi Yan's heartstrings trembled slightly, slowly stretched out his hand and hugged his neck, without saying any more words.