The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 384 I Love You, It's Better To Only Come Here 1
Si Lan didn't have the appetite to eat, and he didn't even have the energy to clean them up, leaving them alone on the dining table.

Walking towards the bedroom, the footsteps suddenly became extremely heavy, as if someone was pulling Si Lan behind him, holding him tightly.For a moment, the mood seemed to sink to the lowest point...

Although those meals are not delicious, but this is the best meal Si Lan cooks most seriously.

When walking through Lan Sichen's study, his door was not closed, but opened a crack, revealing a glimmer of light.Just passing by, he could smell the smell of smoke coming from his room, vaguely mixed with the sound of coughing.

When Si Lan pushed open the door of his own room, a cold breath almost hit his face, it was bone-piercing cold, blowing into his heart.Those static hand-woven wicker chairs looked lifeless at the moment, and the thick carpet under their feet was also hard and cold... Without turning on the lights, Si Lan blended himself into the endless darkness.

After a long time, the sky outside was still shrouded in darkness, and even the occasional sounds became desolate.

Suddenly, Si Lan seemed to hear Lan Sichen's door being opened, and his footsteps were consciously lightened, not wanting to disturb anyone.Si Lan also stood up and followed him gently, watching his every move secretly.

——He walked to the dining table very lightly, sat down on the opened chair, carefully picked up the chopsticks on the table, tasted each dish, his expression was no longer so tired, and there was a faint twitch on his lips. Smile, if there is nothing.

Si Lan didn't deliberately put his footsteps lightly, and walked slowly towards the dining table. He seemed to have heard Si Lan's footsteps, and suddenly raised his head to see Si Lan, and couldn't help being taken aback.

Si Lan paced to the table, stopped at an arm's length away from him, looked at him a little surprised, and even stared at himself intently, Si Lan felt depressed, "The dishes are cold, I'll heat them... "

While speaking, Si Lan picked up the dishes and walked towards the kitchen.

Suddenly, Lan Sichen grabbed Si Lan's hand suddenly, and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry..."

Si Lan was still holding the dish, without turning around, for a moment, he didn't know what to say.From Lan Sichen's broad hand, there were bursts of warmth, and he could even feel the faint throbbing of the arteries...

Standing in the same place stupidly, not wanting to shake off his hand, still wishing for his warmth in his heart.

In a daze, a wide embrace embraced her from behind, and his arms gradually tightened... He took the plate from Si Lan's hand and put it on the table, held her hand behind his back, and gently stroked her. with.

His chin rested against her ear, and the hot breath from his breath hit her ear, and the familiar breath lingered around her.

Si Lan and Lan Sichen, neither of them wanted to speak first and break the tranquility at the moment, they would rather time stay for a moment longer.

It was not until a long time before he slowly said: "I'm sorry... I never pay much attention to festivals, so I gradually forgot, I didn't know that today is the Lantern Festival. I didn't know you would... prepare so many things on purpose... …sorry!"

Lan Sichen apologized again and again in Si Lan's ear, but he didn't intend to let go of his arms while holding her.

"Dang...dang..." The ancient clock on the wall rang suddenly, and it was already past midnight, which also meant that the Lantern Festival had already passed.

"Happy Lantern Festival!" Si Lan turned his head and said to him lightly.

"Happy Lantern Festival!...I am very happy to have you by my side." Lan Sichen let go of Si Lan slowly, looked down at her with unusually deep eyes.In that infinite sky, it seems that Si Lan can be wrapped in it, and even drowned in it.

Si Lan took his hand, walked towards the bedroom, and said lightly: "I want to listen to you something..."

Bass tuba is a brass instrument with the lowest range in wind music and orchestra, invented by German Wei Plessit in [-].

Also because the voice is low and dull, it is also called "the voice of despair".

When the sound sounded, it was slow and melodious, without ups and downs, no ups and downs, only low hums, only desperate clamors.

... This contains Si Lan's conflicts and struggles, as well as the love that cannot be expressed in ordinary times. This love cannot be talked about, but can only be silently sunk in the bottom of my heart.

Sometimes, even thinking about it... seems like a luxury.

At the end of the song, the lingering sound lingers on, lingering for a long time...

Lan Sichen nodded, and said without surprise: "I can understand the music you play. It's just... I can give you all the best things in the world, but I can spoil you without any restrictions..." He paused , "But I love you, it's best to only come here."

His voice was trembling, and his whole being seemed to be trembling.In an instant, it was as if a dark cloud was rushing towards him, and he was caught off guard. A thunderbolt seemed to explode right in front of him, and there was no room for him to react.

Si Lan looked straight at him, opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't say anything, and didn't know what to say.Do you beg him to stop talking, or beg him to believe in yourself; or beg yourself...don't love him anymore?

"Lan Sichen... do you know what you're talking about..."

Before Si Lan could continue, he immediately interrupted her: "...I know, I know!"

For a moment, Si Lan stood there blankly, looking at him.

Lan Sichen picked up a pack of cigarettes from the table next to him, took out one, and pressed the lighter with a "snap", and the sparks gradually ignited the cigarette, burning slowly...until he could no longer bear it, and then became Soot, falling.

He inhaled the smoke deeply into his lungs, and then exhaled slowly, as if all the unhappiness and pressure could be wiped away with the burning of the smoke.

"Asi, how long have we known each other?" Lan Sichen suddenly asked Si Lan.

Si Lan replied without thinking: "Seven years."

Lan Sichen looked Si Lan up and down, sighed softly, and said: "It turns out that it has been seven years since we first met... After so many things, you have grown up, and you are no longer the same old man. little girl."

He chuckled twice, and said again: "Asi, let's break up."

Suddenly, upon hearing what he said, Si Lan couldn't help being startled, and looked at him in disbelief.

In this case, he actually said it.

"Lan Sichen, what did you say? Say it again." Si Lan tried his best to control his emotions, but his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Lan Sichen put out the cigarette calmly, took Si Lan's trembling hand, wrapped it tightly with his hand, and said in a soft voice: "A Si... I can't keep you by my side anymore! If this continues , I'm afraid that I..." He didn't say any more, but kept shaking his head.

"I thought that as long as I could let go of the past, there would be nothing in this world that could separate us. Unexpectedly, it turns out that in the end..." While speaking, Si Lan slowly withdrew his hand from his palm, away from the Yearning for warmth. "You still don't want me."

And his hand was frozen in the air for a long time.

It's been so long that even Si Lan's hands have lost his warmth...

"No, Asi. We just don't fit together..." After hearing Si Lan's words, he quickly retorted.It seems that he instinctively wanted to grab Si Lan's hand, but Si Lan had already held his hand behind him, the place he couldn't pull or reach...

Lan Sichen was sitting, and Si Lan was standing in front of him, just a little more than an arm's length away, clearly visible, but seemingly out of reach.

Si Lan took a step back, looked at him intently, and clenched his hands behind him into fists. "Lan Sichen, some words have passed today, and I will never say them again..."

"I love you, Lan Sichen. So, don't you want me too?" Si Lan asked him in a trembling voice after mustering up the last bit of courage.

"Ace, I didn't want you..." Heijing's eyes were sparkling with excitement, and his voice seemed extremely painful. Although it was against him, his voice was not so firm.

He worked so hard to get this love, but now he can't have this love.

Lan Sichen looked at Si Lan full of guilt, which contained endless reluctance, but also a hint of heartbreaking determination.

"Asi, I can't love you anymore... There are too many people and things between us. There is Xu Ningmo, my mother, and the Lan family... You love me, but I am also your nightmare. I've thought about it carefully, it's a good thing for us to be separated." He said to Silan, but it seemed to be said to himself. "I have already decided that while you are still young, you can still find a man who treats you better. You can still be a mother and have your own children... Asi, I will not harm you... Let's break up."

Both Si Lan and him were silent for a while, neither of them spoke, the room was dead silent...

Mingming knew early on that there was a swamp and whirlpool in front of him, but Si Lan still jumped into it without hesitation, without even hesitating!On the other hand, he didn't even leave a way for himself... Si Lan was too confident!Confident enough to think that Lan Sichen would do everything for himself, so confident that he would scratch his own hand and not give up on himself...

It's a pity, he said - I love you, it's best to only go here.

Lan Sichen, when you pretended to be Ning Mo and accompanied me to face the burial at the bottom of the building, why didn't you say that there was a gentle death between us? When naming, why didn't you say that Ning Mo was between us; when you jumped into the reservoir to save me, why didn't you say that there was Lan's between us...

Si Lan looked at him with calm eyes, because the calmer he looked on the surface, the more pain he felt in his heart.

Trying my best, I calmly said, "I see, you can go out."

"Ace..." The cigarette butt at Lan Sichen's fingertips flickered on and off, and the twinkling red stars seemed to be mocking Si Lan's innocence.

Si Lan turned around slowly, with his back to him, without saying a word.

Lan Sichen stared at her for a long time, finally stood up, and left the room without a sound.

During the Lantern Festival, the festival of reunion, Lan Sichen didn't want her anymore. To Si Lan, this was a kind of irony.

Si Lan stood there for a long time, then took out a light yellow suitcase from under the closet, put it on the bed and started packing.The drawers of the bedside table are full of pendants and cups of Pink Pig that she collected, and they are put into the suitcase one by one.The clothes hanging in the closet are all brand new, prepared by Lan Sichen himself for her...

Si Lan only took two pieces of clothes and some company documents, and left everything else untouched.

In fact, she has always had very few things, and there are not many things she can take away...

Si Lan pulled the suitcase and stopped at the door, looking back at the room she lived in for a long time, everything here was carefully arranged by Lan Sichen, but now she can't take anything with her...

(End of this chapter)