Chapter 47

◎ Imperative Sentences ◎

Zhu He held Du Ningyang's hand and repeatedly explained the reasons why he resigned again.

It was nothing more than the same few reasons: the boss was an idiot, the colleagues were idiots, and he didn't want to kneel down and be a licker. Doing those meaningless things was no different from wasting his life.

She stared at him, indignant, her mouth opening and closing. Maybe he spoke with sound? But she couldn't hear a word he said. He

was twenty-two or twenty-three when he graduated, and now he is almost twenty-eight. In the past few years, he has actually been working for less than five months. He always has so many reasons to escape from the real world.

"I'll think of other ways, there is always a way out..."

She was surprisingly calm, and did not have any expectations for what he said, just a faint "Oh".

She was neither angry nor comforted him as usual, which surprised Zhu He. He stared at her in a daze and found that there was paint splashed on her right cheek that had not been washed clean, and the light ink color spread out, like a little cat.

He reached out and gently wiped the ink stain, trying to please her, "You must be tired, I'll go downstairs to buy food."

The room was not air-conditioned, and the heat was unbearable. Sweat dripped down his forehead, dripping onto the ground, one drop at a time, pat, pat.

She said, "Well, I'm hot and don't want to eat. Bring me half a small ice watermelon."

"Then go take a shower first to cool down. I'll be back soon."

He wanted to get some kind of amnesty and find a legitimate reason to leave this depressing room.

She took a job she really liked today.

The sister introduced by Dai Xi, a young mother, had a photo of her child tattooed on her arm to commemorate her first front tooth. The child had crescent eyes and small, white and round teeth, like a plump Wangzai bun.

Before leaving, she smiled and thanked her, saying that she had never thought that the tattoo would be so good. This was very useful to Du Ningyang, and his heart was so happy that he wanted to fly.

She wanted to share this insignificant but extremely happy thing with Zhu He, and she had been thinking about it all the way home, but now, she couldn't say a word.

They had little in common when it came to finding happiness from work. They seemed to have come to a fork in the road, and she was still smug about choosing a good path, but he told her, I want to go back.

He didn't choose any path and went back to the starting point.

She couldn't tell whether she would feel better or sad about the future. She looked at Zhu He's monitor with a dark screen, walked over involuntarily, and put her hand on the console.

It was hot.

When running large games in a room without air conditioning, the old fan blades can't keep up with the heat dissipation speed, so the console will be very hot.

This advanced top-end computer has long been eliminated by the rapidly developing new technology, and the same is true for those who are addicted to it and don't want to extricate themselves. She knew it well, but she didn't want to expose him. This was his choice, and she had no energy to interfere.

It's better to live a good life.

The style of Shenzhen gradually blended into Du Ningyang. Even though she preferred realistic painting, she would not go against money. She would figure out how to make money from what consumers liked.

She sat on the bed, scooped out the small half of the ice watermelon with a spoon, turned on a small desk lamp, took out the "Tattoo Illustrations" borrowed from the library from her backpack, and began to study the traditional techniques that were still popular at the time.

Zhu He turned his back to her and huddled in the computer chair. The monitor was lit up with the latest game information.

She looked up when she was tired of reading, and found that his back had become wider at some point. In the past, two slender arms extended from the narrow back of the chair, and now she could vaguely see some flesh overflowing from both sides of his waist.

She found that she had not hugged him for a long time, or rather, they had not hugged each other for a long time.

She couldn't bear it, so she called his name. He hesitated for a moment, slowly turned halfway around, and took off his headphones. "Honey, you called me?"

"Yeah," she put down the book and opened her arms. "I want to hug you."

Zhu He took off his headphones, walked towards Du Ningyang, sat down on the bed, leaned over, and hugged her tightly like a cat. The stubble on his chin rubbed her affectionately and pricked her face.

He knew that she was not angry with him anymore. He knew that she loved him very much, so she would definitely forgive him.

She said very confidently, "You have gained weight."

"Really?" He said, "It seems that I have gained weight. This is happiness fat. I am very happy to be with you."

This time it was her turn to ask, "Really?"

Is it really happy to be with her? Why did such a question pop up in her mind.

"Yes."

"Are you sure it's not middle-aged obesity?"

"What? I'm not middle-aged yet!"

"It's just a few years."

"Bah, don't talk nonsense."

"Then if one day I really become an old man in middle age, and become an old man when I'm old, will you still love me?"

"No."

"Hey, you woman--"

...

Then a few years really passed in the blink of an eye. Repeated, predictable, easy to split.

He almost never pushed open this door again, becoming a part of this room. Like a plant that likes shade and moisture, his legs take root and merge with the gaming chair.

In spring, summer, and autumn, she would go to the store whether she had work or not, and come back after the sun went down. She didn't like to stay at home. The small space was only enough for one person, and it made her feel suffocated after a long time;

in winter, they would go back to Huaicheng, usually for seven days, to maintain a happy and bright appearance of love in front of their parents and friends, and then return to Shenzhen to continue their lives in spring, summer, and autumn.

The wall clock kept going diligently, turning countless circles and circulating countless circles.

Until one ordinary evening, as usual, she came home from work, and inadvertently raised her head and looked at the wall clock again.

I don't know when it stopped turning. When I first bought it, it was milky white, and the black hands were straight and eye-catching. Now it has faded and yellowed, solidified and blended, covered with the dust of time.

On which day did they stop looking up at it?

On which day did those times disappear like drops of water dripping into the water?

She stared at it blankly for a while, and then realized that she had wasted too much time and too much of herself on these meaningless things. The hands stopped, and it didn't mean anything.

But she wanted to move forward.

"Congratulations."

She pushed open the bedroom door and called his name in the direction of the old display screen as usual.

"Let's get a divorce."

He slowly, slowly turned halfway around, his dim eyes full of confusion and confusion, pretending not to hear, pretending not to understand, as if by doing so, he could escape this last moment of reality.

The image on the monitor still remained on the ranking list of Dreamwalking Universe, and Zhu Jiabei's name was still at the top of the list.

It was because she no longer had the energy to accompany him to grow up.

He still stared at her blankly, with pleading and begging in his eyes.

Didn't you hear clearly? It doesn't matter, she can say it again.

She walked closer to him step by step, and then threw down a calm farewell, "I say, we divorce, and go our separate ways in the future."

Her farewell words were an imperative sentence that had been brewing for a long time, but was quickly finished.

He didn't give him any chance to ask questions or refuse.

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"Almost everyone agreed with both hands and feet, and they just went to the bar to open a VIP box and ordered a few top male models to celebrate for her."

"But making money is not easy, and we still have to make a living. The male models are too expensive, so we didn't want to order them for her, but we still bought her a cake. She lit the candles and cried, which scared us to death."

"The next day she was full of energy and moved out of there, just like nothing happened."

Dai Xi is still the Dai Xi who says whatever she wants to say, regardless of anything, "If it were me, we should have separated long ago and shouldn't have gotten married."

"Have you said enough?" Du Ningyang was full of black lines, secretly complaining that you didn't even know where to play in the mud when I got married.

"Uh!" Dai Xi asked, "Can I still say it?"

Du Ningyang yelled, turning on the fighting Chihuahua mode, "No!"

Wen Xu curled his lips and stared at Du Ningyang, which made her angry, and yelled at him, "Why are you looking at me?"

"You are embarrassed..." He looked at her as if he was looking at something strange, "If Dai Xi hadn't said it, I wouldn't have known that you were so stupid before, so stupid."

"You are stupid, how smart are you?"

"I am not smart either...otherwise I wouldn't be," Dai Xi was still beside him, he looked at her ambiguously, hesitant to speak.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have hanged myself on this tree of yours.

Fortunately, Dai Xi was a tactless person and didn't understand anything at all. "You look quite smart, not like a stupid person."

Du Ningyang burst out laughing. Wen Xu said to Dai Xi helplessly, "Thank you." "You're welcome

," Dai Xi picked up a comb from somewhere and combed her messy hair. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat something."

"Let's go to Haiyi Restaurant. He finally came here, so I'll treat him."

"You're so generous," Dai Xi didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Can we order an Alaskan big crab today?"

Du Ningyang refused in disguised form, "That thing doesn't taste good, right Wen Xu?"

"Well, it doesn't taste good. They're all big shells with not much meat inside."

Dai Xi pouted and looked him up and down, "Oh, you make it sound like you've eaten it before. How about you tell me what Boston lobster tastes like."

"It tastes like a large crayfish," Wen Xu answered seriously, "If you peel the crayfish and eat ten of them at once, it tastes like a Boston lobster."

Dai Xi turned to Du Ningyang very seriously and said in a low voice, "He must be really a little stupid and likes to be smart."

Hearing this, Du Ningyang threw himself into Wen Xu's arms and laughed, pounding his chest while laughing. He also looked down at her, and his eyes were wrinkled with laughter.

Dai Xi stood alone by, not knowing what they were laughing at, but these were people in love.

After dinner, they were going to walk around the streets.

When they parted, Daixi tugged at Du Ningyang’s sleeve and pulled her and Lian Jia aside, as if they had discovered a new world. “I haven’t seen Aning smile like this in those years, right Lian Jia? I mean, Zhu He has never made her so happy.”

Lian Jia nodded, “Yeah.”

“I know,” she replied, “The state at the beginning and the end of a relationship is definitely different.”

“Then will you be serious about him?”

“I have such a plan.”

“When?”

“Soon.”

Daixi and Lian Jia waved to them happily, said goodbye to them, and agreed to go to Huaicheng to play with them in the summer.

The author has something to say:

The congratulations chapter is finally finished, and now let’s start a new life!