The Actor Wants to Divorce

Lin Zhaozhi suddenly wanted to see his reaction, bending his lips and giving him an affirmative reply.

[Well, group posting. 】

Ji An put his chin on his knees, curled his fingers, breathed a bit of warmth in his mouth, warmed up, and then continued to type.

[Too perfunctory, can I be a little sincere? Can’t you just send me one? 】

Lin Zhaozhi made a voice call to him.

Ji An almost jumped from the ground.

"Fuck!"

He connected in a panic, put it to his ear, "Hello?"

"happy New Year."

Ji An was stunned for a while; "Why are you...why are you calling me..."

As Lin Zhao talked to him, he watched him standing under the street lamp, looking at a loss, "Didn't you say it? If I want to be sincere, I will call you personally, is it considered sincere?"

Ji An scratched his hair: "Then am I the first tonight?"

Lin Zhaozhi was silent for a while, "No."

"Oh." Ji An leaned against the lamp post.

Lin Zhaozhi: "What are you doing now?"

Ji An: "At home, where else can the Chinese New Year go? Of course, I will watch the Spring Festival Gala with my parents."

Lin Zhaozhi looked at Ji An with some playfulness.

At home?

The dimly yellow street lamp fell on Ji'an, casting a hazy soft light around his body. He grabbed the phone, Cha pulled his head, and played with his toes gently in circles on his shadow.

Lin Zhaozhi didn't understand what he meant by telling this lie.

He just felt that in this family reunion day, the thin and weak Ji An was a little pitiful.

"You are very quiet over there, not like you are at home."

Ji An: "Uh...I'm in the house. I just drank some alcohol and felt dizzy. I want to find a place to be clean and clean. It hurts. There are so many children in my family. They surround me one by one, and I have a headache."

"is it?"

Ji An: "That is, let me tell you, in fact, what I hate the most is the New Year. New Year Lin Zhaozhi: "Well. "

No wonder it will run out.

"Don't talk about me, Director Lin Da, are you at home now?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "In Jiangcheng, grandparents' house."

Ji An straightened his back suddenly: "Are you also in Jiangcheng?"

"Ok."

"Then when are you leaving?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "After the New Year."

Ji An: "Then you have time to come out and play?"

Lin Zhaozhi: "Besides, I have to leave my relatives."

Ji An lowered his head again: "Oh."

No one talked on the phone for a while. After a long time, Lin Zhaozhi said, "I'm hanging up."

"Ok...then what, Director Lin Da, happy new year."

Lin Zhaozhi pinched the phone.

He let out a breath, looked at Ji An again, and then turned upstairs.

Back in the house, he walked to the window and glanced downstairs.

Ji An is no longer there.

When Ji An returned to the apartment, he found a man squatting in front of his house.

"Who?"

The head lifted up suddenly, and it was Ji Rulang.

"Fuck!" Ji An's face turned pale, and he turned to run.

"You will roll me back!" Ji Rulang dashed forward, grabbed Ji An's back collar, and pressed the man against the wall.

The backhand grabbed Ji An's ear.

Ji An grinned with painful canthus, and almost didn't kneel down for his brother.

It's really meaningless.

"Brother, brother! Let go! My ears are about to be pulled off for you! It hurts!"

Ji Rulang let go and slapped his head, "Where the **** did you go?"

Ji An rubbed his red ears and said in a low voice; "Just a few friends are going to eat."

"For those who celebrate the New Year, who doesn't go home for the New Year and can eat out with you?"

Ji An smiled: "You don't understand this. I have a few friends who live in other places. They don't have a holiday or can't go back during the New Year. So I set a New Year's Eve dinner outside and just left."

Ji Rulang sneered, "Don't **** talk nonsense in front of me, what a word you can believe?"

"Brother, I'm like a liar in your heart? Or if you smell it, the smell of hot pot in me hasn't disappeared yet."

Ji An handed his arm in front of Ji Rulang.

Ji Rulang: "Fuck!"

Ji An slipped out from under Ji Rulang's arm, "It's so exciting, so let's get out of here."

"Come back." Ji Rulang frowned. "The hot pot you are eating tonight?"

"correct."

"This Chinese New Year..." Ji Rulang frowned and picked up a pile of things at his feet. "I just came over from my grandparents. You brought something with me. Come in."

"Oh."

Ji An opened the door with the key and respectfully invited Ji Rulang in, the big Buddha.

He bought this house three years ago. It is not big, more than 70 square meters, enough for him to live alone.

Although it is his home, he rarely comes back to live on his own.

Ji Rulang looked at the deserted room and looked at the remote control of the air conditioner in Ji Anman’s living room, frowning involuntarily, “How long have you not been back? There is a musty smell at home.”

Ji An pulled out the air conditioner remote control from the gap in the sofa.

"I have been living with my friends these days."

Ji Rulang: "Can the kitchen still be used?"

Ji An: "...It should be ok, it was okay last time."

"When was the last time?"

Ji An thought for a while: "Two months ago."

Ji Rulang: "...Forget it, is there a microwave oven?"

"Have."

Ji Rulang took the fish soup out of the insulation box.

Then brought the other dishes brought over from the kitchen and heated them up in the microwave.

"Come to eat."

Ji An rushed to the table, grabbed the chopsticks, and pulled the rice into his mouth.

Ji Rulang looked at his slender neck and frowned, "It's Chinese New Year, and you don't need to go back to celebrate the New Year. Why don't you call your grandparents. The old man is getting older and he feels uncomfortable not seeing you tonight. "

Ji An sipped the steaming fish soup "grumblingly", vaguely: "I'll fight tomorrow."

Ji Rulang took out a thick red envelope from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Grandma made your red envelope."

Ji An: "I'm twenty-three."

"Grandma has loved you the most since childhood, don't you know?"

Ji An squeezed his chopsticks tightly, feeling uneasy in his heart.

"Brother, are grandpa and grandma okay?"

"If you are worried, why don't you call back and ask?"

Ji An was shocked, bowed his head and pulled a few bites of rice into his mouth.

Ji Rulang frowned and looked at Ji An, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

In the New Year the following year after the accident, Ji An once went home once, and the chickens and dogs in the house were restless. Since then, Ji An has never returned home. It has been five years since then.

At the beginning, Ji An would make a few phone calls back. Later, when Ji An's parents, that is, his younger uncle and aunt, knew about him, Ji An didn't even make a phone call.

This huge Ji family, with dozens of people, died just like that season, and he still remembers his grandparents and grandparents.

Tonight, he went to his grandparents' house to celebrate the New Year, and his grandma pulled him and told him to come and see Ji An.

Whatever happened, Ji An had to have a warm New Year's Eve dinner.

In fact, Ji Rulang would come over to see if his grandma didn't say anything.

Over the years, if he hadn't kept in touch with Ji An from time to time, Ji An would have died outside, and no one would help him collect his body.

Ji Rulang leaned against the wall, watching Ji An lower his head to eat in silence, frowning, "You are not young anymore, and it's not a problem to always float outside."

Ji An: "You are in your 30s."

"Compare you with me?" Ji Rulang sneered: "I have a stable job and will get married this year."

Ji An looked up: "The matter between you and sister-in-law is set?"

Ji Rulang: "It's almost there, it's just a few months."

Ji An threw away his chopsticks, took two pieces of paper from the table, wiped his mouth, "I won't go to your wedding, and you will wrap a big red envelope at that time."

"Do you love it." Ji Rulang frowned, "I just wanted to ask, what are you going to do? The relationship with your family is such that you don't want to look for a serious job yourself, just work as a man outside. Friend? When you get older, you will get old and yellow. Who will hire you again?"

"Tsk." Ji An frowned unhappy, "Ji Rulang, are you still my brother? You can't expect me to order something. I am taking the route of butter niche. When I get older, I will Can't you take the route of a mature uncle?"

"Don't talk to me." Ji Rulang scolded: "Talking to you about business, whether you say you like men or women, don't you find someone to settle down and live a life?"

Ji An got up from the chair and stretched his waist; "Well, I'll find one on the road tomorrow."

Ji Rulang sighed helplessly in his heart when he saw him looking like he didn't let in oil and salt.

"Brother, do you still have arrangements for the evening?"

"Well, I have to go back to grandma's side later."

"Okay, then you go back quickly," Ji An yawned: "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Ji Rulang: "Grandma's dumplings, you remember to cook them tomorrow, you will be safe every year."

"I see, why are you so long-winded."

Ji An pushed him towards the door.

Ji Rulang changed his shoes, took out a red envelope from his pocket, and stuffed it to Ji An.

"Now, the lucky money I gave you, save some flowers."

Ji An took it over with a smile.

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Ji An: "Brother, you are slower on the road...Thank you for still thinking about visiting me at this time."

Ji Rulang's nose was sore. When the accident happened, everyone thought that Ji An was wrong, but Ji An was only eighteen years old that year. He was ignorant and didn't understand anything.

He was more scared than anyone, at a loss, at a loss.

So that for five years now, he dare not go home once.

He felt sorry for his cousin, but in front of the other elders of the Ji family, Ji Rulang himself did not have the right to speak. The only thing he could do was to try his best to help and take good care of Ji An.

After Ji Rulang left, Ji An sat on a chair in the living room and did not speak for a long time.

After a long time, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then threw himself into the bed.

"Hey... Find a movie and watch it."

At about twelve o'clock in the evening, Lin Zhaozhi, who was about to go to bed, suddenly received a WeChat from Ji An.

【Are you asleep? 】

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Come hug the poor little Ji An.