Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

"Miss hang! Mr. Mu! You're back! " A girl in the studio saw two people walking into the studio with fingers clasped tightly. Her face showed a surprise expression and she took over hang YunRuo's and Mu Jingyang's clothes again and again. I yelled at the people in the office.

"Well, let's come back and have a look! How are you doing? Is everything going well in the studio? " Hang YunRuo took the hot tea and asked with a smile on his face.

"We're all OK, and the studio's operations are going well. We've been working together for quite a long time, and we have a tacit understanding. "

A girl in the studio said softly. It is a happy thing, but with a lonely face. She looked out of the window at the snow. Constantly thinking, now Fang Yongchen there will also be such a silver plain.

"It's just that the boss is away and miss hang doesn't come back very often. We all miss you very much!" Xiaorong quickly adjusted her mood. Said with a smile.

"Thank you very much. Don't leave after work in the evening. I'll take you to hot pot. It goes well with hot pot on snowy days

Everyone nodded happily, chatted a few words and went back to their work.

Hang YunRuo looks at these people in the studio happily. They used to work together every day. Eat, share each other's recent life.

But now Fang Yongchen has not been heard from, even has not been able to let the human find his clue. But oneself, marry to be a man's wife. Every day around their own small home. Think of the days we used to be together. Hang YunRuo felt as if he had been separated from the rest of the world.

"YunRuo..." Mu Jingyang patted hang YunRuo on the shoulder. Knowing the significance of this studio to hang YunRuo, I didn't know how to comfort him, so I had to accompany him in silence.

"I want to go to the room where we usually paint..." hang YunRuo smiles at Mu Jingyang, pulls Mu Jingyang's hand and gently pushes the door open.

The decoration of the room has not been changed, and the unfinished paintings by Fang Yongchen before he left are quietly placed on the drawing board, as if waiting for the master's return.

In the studio, hang YunRuo's favorite magazines are still on display. There are also some urination stickers by Fang Yongchen. Hang YunRuo's post it notes make his eyes red.

"YunRuo, there's fish made by my mother in the refrigerator. It's delicious. You can try it!"

"YunRuo, I won't come to the studio if I have something tomorrow. Call me if you have something. I'll be back at any time!"

"Hang YunRuo, the most beautiful girl in the world, Merry Christmas!"

Hang YunRuo looks at the familiar handwriting and tears fall on the post it note. She holds the thick post it note tightly, as if holding her brother's hand.

"YunRuo, don't cry! Your brother, he may... "Mu Jingyang also sent people out to find Fang Yongchen's movements, and all the information disappeared after this place in Tibet.

"No news is good news..." hang YunRuo looks up at Mu Jingyang. Mu Jingyang nods and complains about Fang Yongchen.

"What's the mood of a big man? Don't you know how worried his parents and sisters are?" Mu Jingyang helped the shipping to dry his tears and patted hang YunRuo's shoulder with his big hand.

"I really regret going to my brother now. If it wasn't for my obsession, my brother would still be with me and aunt Fang. He should still be the happy and comfortable Fang Yongchen, not an adopted orphan."

Hang YunRuo complained about his obsession and impulse, and his tears couldn't stop. Mu Jingyang was at a loss. He was afraid of nothing all his life. He was afraid of hang YunRuo's tears.

"Don't blame you, don't blame you, we wait slowly, your brother will come back to you one day!" Mu Jingyang said comfortingly.

After suffering for a long time, hang YunRuo retreats from Mu Jingyang's arms, looks at the snow outside the window, goes to the front of the drawing board, and seriously outlines the lines

"Miss hang, we've made a reservation in the hot pot shop near the studio. You and Mr. Mu clean up, and we'll start in 15 minutes!"

Xiaorong looks at Mu Jingyang staring at hang YunRuo, carefully helps hang YunRuo wipe off the paint on his hand, and hands over warm water from time to time. She feels as if she is happy, and a faint envy appears on her face.

"Well, we won't be drunk tonight!" Hang YunRuo stands up, rubs his sour shoulder and pats Xiaorong's shoulder carelessly.

"Cheers People at a large table held up their glasses to celebrate the reunion. Everyone's face was smiling.

"More firewood is needed!" A Tibetan speaking poor Mandarin said to the man in front of him. The man nodded happily, put on his thick leather hat and walked out of the house.

This man is Fang Yongchen who came to Tibet a few months ago to collect wind. Originally scheduled to go back to Hangzhou, but on the way to the railway station, his mobile phone wallet was stolen. Thinking of this call, he informed his family that his local telephone base station was being rebuilt.

Fang Yongchen, who has no sense of responsibility and doesn't know Tibetan, was taken in by the kind-hearted Tibetan Zhaxi. However, he became weak after this ordeal, and altitude sickness almost killed him.

"Thank you!" The firewood in his hand was picked up by Zhaxi. Fang Yongchen sat in front of the bonfire, homesick, homesick, homesick for his parents, homesick for hang YunRuo, homesick for the studio, homesick for everyone in the studio.

"Homesick again? Do you have enough money for the journey? " Zhaxi also sat beside Fang Yongchen and handed him a cigarette. Fang Yongchen shook his head and refused.

"Money should be enough, go to work on the construction site to earn a lot of money..." Fang Yongchen finally showed a smile on his face, and the idea of going home was even stronger.

"If you walk 20 kilometers in front of the railway station, there will be a small town. There are many rich people in that town. Maybe there is a telephone. Some time ago, you were in poor health and couldn't get there. Now that you have recovered, you can go there and make a phone call!"

Zhaxi patted Fang Yongchen on the shoulder, with a trace of reluctance on his face, but he also knew that Fang Yongchen did not belong here, so he had to be relieved.

"Zahi, thank you for saving my life. I'll come back to see you often!" Fang Yongchen gave Zhaxi a deep hug and his eyes were red.

When he was ill, Zhaxi took good care of himself and told him many stories about Tibet, some touching and some sad.

But without exception let Fang Yongchen understand, cherish the people around, cherish the present life is how important, because some people you miss is a lifetime.

Maybe she hasn't been drinking for a long time. Hang YunRuo feels dizzy. She stands at the door and looks at everyone in the private room with a smile on her face and a light in her eyes, but she is still short of someone.

"Brother, where are you? Do you want to come back or not? " Hang YunRuo quietly went to the door, looking at the bright moonlight and asked softly.

"I miss you very much. I miss you very much!" Hang YunRuo's tears fall down. There is only one month left before Christmas. Fang Yongchen used to accompany him every Christmas. I hope he can be by his side this time.

"Brother, I'll wait for you to come back!"