Dominating spoiled marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Xiao even shook his head, ignoring that the ground was full of wet mud, he sat down directly with his back against the tombstone.

He took out a small Guanyin bottle from his arms, pulled out the plug, and a smell of wine came to his nose.

"When Zhan Yang and I parted last year, he said he would stay drunk with me next time."

He raised his neck, took a sip, and handed the wine bottle to the pool banquet. "I didn't expect to see you again today, but I'm separated."

Chi Yan took it in silence and took a sip.

Feng Ying was stunned.

Isn't he a monk? Can monks drink?

Perhaps the consternation in Feng Ying's eyes was too obvious. Xiao Lian saw through it at a glance, "wine and meat pass through the intestines. The Buddha sits in his heart. Female benefactor, don't be serious."

"Feng Ying was speechless.

Xiao Lian drank a few more mouthfuls of wine, and then poured all the remaining wine in front of the tombstone. A pair of secluded pools seemed to have black eyes across the ripples like water waves.

Then he closed his eyes, took out a leaf from his pocket, put it in his two thin lips and blew it.

The tone is gentle and lyrical, but it shows the sadness that can't be hidden.

Sad tunes echoed in the cemetery and lasted forever.

After listening to a song, Chi Yan stood up and looked at Xiao Lian, "go back, I should go back to the headquarters to reply."

Xiao Lian looked at Chi Yan's emaciated face and collected the complexity in his eyes. "Sir, the Buddhist language says that there are eight hardships in life, life, old age, illness and death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't beg and can't let go. The Buddha also said that the living can die and the dead can live. The definition of life and death lies only in everyone's heart."

The voice was quiet and had a reassuring power.

“……”

Seal your lips.

The Buddhist saying behind him seems to be a sentence in the Peony Pavilion, isn't it?

"And..."

Xiao Lian took a deep breath with micro movement of his eyes, as if his face, which was always light and cloudless, finally showed a firm mood like a rock.

"Three years ago, Zhanyang and I had a secret conversation. If one of us is gone, the other will replace the other and complete our common mission!"

He knelt on one knee with his right fist against his heart.

"He's gone. From now on, let me be the sharpest knife in the officer's hand and stab every enemy's heart!"

With this sentence, he didn't say anything more, got up and left.

“……”

Looking at his back, Chi Yan's lips evoked a bitter smile.

For a long time, he lit a cigarette, took two deep breaths, coughed uncontrollably, and a morbid flush appeared on his pale face,

Feng Ying hurried forward and patted him on the back.

"Zhan Yang, let's go." Chi Yan quietly looked at the photos on the tombstone, "don't worry, I'll send Fu Yuan down to accompany you soon."

After standing for a while, he left the cemetery with Feng Ying's hand and got on a car parked on the side of the road.

Bang.

When the door was closed, a slender figure appeared from the dark. The narrow Danfeng eyes looked at the moving car, and the dark pupils floated with dark color.

Until he couldn't see the car, he sighed long, threw away the cigarette butts in his hand, ran them out, and turned around and left here.

More than twenty cigarette ends were lost where he stood. One can imagine how long he stood.

……

At the pool banquet at home, his tall body was trapped in the beige sofa, as if he had been drained of his strength.

Feng Ying sat beside him and hesitated to say something. He didn't know how to say it. He tangled for a long time. Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to open his mouth. His voice was hoarse and heartbreaking.