Jane Huan turned on the FM in the car. It happened to be a music radio station. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the window.

"... OK, then let's enjoy this fairy tale together. I wish Mr. Zhang and his wife a long life together, and all the lovers who met and married in 2007 will be * married..."

The light is thin but soft, and the sound is accompanied by music——

"... forget how long I haven't heard you tell me your favorite story... You cried and told me that fairy tales are deceptive. I can't be your prince. Maybe you won't understand. After you said you love me, my sky and stars are bright. I would like to become the angel you love in fairy tales, open my hands and become wings to protect you..."

Jane Huan closed her eyes and still felt the astringency and discomfort in her eyes.

Guangliang's baritone turned into a low and sexy male voice, and the memories buried in the bottom of my heart came to my mind.

In the summer of 2007, Yan Jingshen stood under the balcony of her room, singing fairy tales with a red face. Some tones were inaccurate, but he was very attentive. He knelt in front of her in the torrential rain. His eyes were flushed by the rain. He proposed to her with a ring and vowed to take care of her all his life and her children until he was old

She put on the ring and married him, but his promise didn't come true.

The song in her ear was sad but beautiful. Jane Huan slowly opened her eyes. The scenery outside the window gradually became blurred. She tightened her body and blocked her voice, but she still said, "depth of field, let's divorce."

Her voice is very light, a little hoarse, but it is particularly clear in her singing.

The car still went smoothly, and Yan Jingshen didn't seem to hear her.

Jane Huan sat upright in her seat, took back some hazy sight from the window and looked at the dark road ahead. Until her sight became clear, she looked at his angular side face and repeated, "let's divorce, depth of field."

Depth of field, for the first time in so many years, she called him so kindly, but it was under this situation.

Yan Jingshen's hands held the steering wheel. Because he held it too tightly, his finger joints turned white, and the green tendons on the back of his hands protruded one by one. The light in the car was bright and dark, and his face was covered in a large shadow.

Without urging him, Jane Huan waited quietly.

The car stopped at an intersection, waited for the red light, and drove again, but the speed was faster and faster.

The light of the street lamp flashed through her eyes.

"The child is not mine." I don't know how long it took before his voice was a little stiff with cold.

"It's not the best." Jane Huan smiled lightly. "If you really like Jane Qinli, you'll find someone who is clean in the future. You're also a person with a head and face in Fengcheng. If you're dragged down by the women around you, it's not worth the loss."

Yan Jingshen didn't speak, but stared at the road ahead.

Jane Huan put away the smile on her lips, looked out, and after a while, said, "take me to the hospital."

The tit for tat of each previous meeting disappeared and was replaced by a sad silence.

He took out a letter from his bag and put it in the front of the car: "this is my resignation letter. I don't want to go to the company."

I thought it would hurt my heart, but I really said it. Jian Huan found that there was no imagined pain, or because she had been numb with pain for a long time, so when this moment came, she felt only lonely helplessness and desolation.

"I don't agree with divorce."

Jane Huan stared at his right hand. The place where the tiger was bitten by her has scabbed, but the faint scar can no longer be removed.

She turned her eyes and smiled bitterly, "what can we do without divorce? Do we want to live like this for a lifetime?"

Yan Jingshen's eyes were red. Staring at the front, he felt that his eyes were sour but couldn't move away. "Isn't that good?"

"But I don't want to go on like this. I also want to live a normal life and have a happy family."

Yan Jingshen chuckled, "it's so hard to be with me? I don't know who said it. As long as I didn't say to let her go, she will stay with me all her life."

Jian Huan didn't get angry because of his sarcasm, but nodded: "it's uncomfortable, so I don't want to make myself uncomfortable all the time. I can't do what I promised you before, but I've done enough for your Yan family."

Her flat voice was like a sharp claw, slashing his chest and tightening his heart.

Pain, his limbs were unconscious, only bursts of pain came from his heart, so painful that he couldn't breathe.

His face became colder and colder: "do you think you're alone?"

"In that case, we should get a divorce, shouldn't we?" Jane Huan turned to look at him. "Then we will all be free."

"Liberation?" Yan Jingshen whispered these two words. His voice sounded ironic and confused.

A huge truck came in the face. The strong light made Jane Huan unable to open her eyes, and the harsh whistle came.

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