Chapter 2 There will be no Xin Ai after Chapter 2.
There are actually traces of Xin Ai's split personality.
When he was tortured by physical and mental pain, and couldn't tell the difference between fantasy and reality in his delusions, Xin Ai had imagined more than once that if there had been no fire, he would probably have been able to live a proud and wanton life.
With such strong paranoia, it is normal to split into another personality.
But if she really had a split personality, Xin Ai couldn't bear it.
He overcame depression and delusions, so how can he overcome split personality?
He is no longer the Xin Ai in his early twenties, he is the Xin Ai in his late thirties.
Xin Ai is in her early twenties and is very young. Even though she is suffering from illness, she still has the courage to fight and struggle.
Xin Ai, who is nearly thirty years old, is left with only the fatigue and vicissitudes of life.
Furthermore, Fu Xize obviously prefers his split personality. The other him can at least make Fu Xize happy, instead of being like him, a dead fish whether in bed or out of bed.
Xin Ai felt like he was a black hole formed by a source of negative energy, devouring the spiritual energy of all living people. Fu Xize could not see any future in him.
This afternoon, Xin Ai sat in front of the easel in the studio, thinking about the past, present and future.
Until, there was a faint sound of a car driving into the yard downstairs.
Xin Ai tilted her head to look out the window. It was pitch black outside. Before she knew it, it was already late at night.
Time passed so quickly. He sat there from the afternoon until nightfall. Fu Xize was back, and he should make a decision.
Xin Ai stared blankly outside for a while, and then there was a knock on the bedroom door. The old housekeeper Ying Zhen said in a hoarse and kind voice: "Master, Master Fu is back."
Xin Ai responded calmly: "I understand. I'll be down right away."
The old butler also left.
Xin Ai took a last look at the painting on the easel in the dim light. Even now, it was still not too late to destroy the painting.
But Xin Ai didn't do that.
He stood up, put down his paintbrush, and gave up something.
Xin Ai went to the bathroom to wash her hands as usual.
After they fell in love, they moved once and naturally installed a mirror in the bathroom of their new home.
As soon as Xin Ai looked up, he saw himself.
Wearing white pajamas, with long hair loose, he looks pale and gloomy, and lives like a ghost.
Xin Ai dried his hands slowly and walked out of the bathroom. Then he thought of something and found the long-eared rabbit doll from the bedside. Holding the rabbit ears, he went downstairs and found Fu Xize in the wine tasting area downstairs.
Fu Xize has an interest in cocktail making, so the decoration of their new home is more in line with their lifestyle. A wine tasting area and a bar are set up on the first floor. The cabinets against the wall are filled with his collection of wines, and the cabinets at the bar are filled with his collection of cups and cocktail tools.
The man was mixing drinks in his private bar. As he had just got home from work, he was still wearing his daytime formal attire, but it was more casual, with his suit jacket thrown aside and two buttons of his black shirt undone.
He had a cold face and an aura that kept strangers away, and looked a bit fierce, but he was good-looking, with clear and three-dimensional features and smooth facial lines. He shook the wine jug expressionlessly, but he was inexplicably charming.
When he saw Xin Ai, his eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Come over and have a drink."
Xin Ai walked over with a long-eared rabbit doll in his hand and sat on a chair in front of the bar. He rested his right elbow on the bar, supporting his cheek as he watched Fu Xize mix cocktails.
Fu Xize doesn't smoke, but he drinks. It's understandable. Modern life is stressful enough, and he has a boyfriend who is seriously ill. The pressure will only be greater, so naturally he has to drink a lot.
Since he drinks every night, cocktail making has naturally become his muscle memory, and Fu Xize's entire set of movements are smooth and fluid.
To be honest, this is a handsome man who is so handsome that it makes your legs weak. He is even more pleasing to the eye when he mixes cocktails.
Fu Xize came back a little late tonight. When he heard that the man had returned to his country, he became a little uneasy. He sat in the office for a long time before he left for home.
The fourth anniversary of their relationship should be celebrated, but Xin Ai is not the kind of person who would celebrate with him, and he doesn't dare to hold any ceremony or surprise, because there is a high probability that Xin Ai will just stand there in extreme embarrassment.
Just drink together like this, as long as you're still around.
Fu Xize looked at Xin Ai who was sitting opposite him.
Because he stayed at home all year round, Xin Ai wore comfortable white silk pajamas. His thick long hair fell to his waist like satin. His face under the long hair was thin, pale, handsome, and beautiful, with a hint of nobility. However, due to long-term illness, there was a hint of gloom and rebelliousness between his brows.
He held his chin with his right hand and tilted his head slightly, so that one could see a simple and plain silver earring on the lobe of his right ear.
Xin Ai's appearance is only 70% of what it was at her peak, but she is still breathtakingly beautiful.
Looking at you with his face slightly tilted up makes you feel itchy.
No, it should be said that even though Xin Ai was disfigured, Fu Xize still thought he was beautiful, weird, beautiful, and very sexy, which made Fu Xize think for a time that he was a pervert with a peculiar and cute quirk.
But Xin Ai was never happy.
Their love was built on Xin Ai's pain.
He felt uncomfortable when kissed or hugged, and even making love was uncomfortable.
While I was thinking, the wine was already prepared.
Fu Xize picked up the towel and carefully wiped the water droplets on the wall of the glass, then pushed the glass of wine in front of Xin Ai.
The whole glass of wine is a mysterious deep blue with white spots floating in it. As the ice cubes rotate, it's like the galaxy in the universe flowing before your eyes.
This is undoubtedly a good-looking specialty cocktail.
It is also a cocktail to commemorate their love.
On this day four years ago, Fu Xize mixed the drink and confessed his love to him. From then on, he would mix this drink for him every year on this day.
Xin Ai still doesn't know the name of this wine. He has been indulging in himself over the years and has been indifferent to Fu Xize.
Now he began to be curious about Fu Xize, but he no longer had the chance to get to know him.
Fate has always been so unpredictable, Xin Ai has long been accustomed to it.
Xin Ai stroked the wine glass and called him by his full name: "Fu Xize..."
Fu Xize rarely heard Xin Ai calling him, and was stunned.
Xin Ai raised her eyes and looked towards Fu Xize.
They have been together for eight years. In the first four years, he accompanied him to various surgeries. In the last four years, they began to fall in love. Fu Xize went to work early every day and returned home on time every night. He did not go on business trips or travel. He trapped himself next to a mentally ill person.
He is really, really good. It's his problem that he can't give her a normal love, and he can't even give her pleasure in bed.
So, it would be better to change to someone else!
Xin Ai finally said: "Let's break up!"
Fu Xize's breathing became lighter. At that moment, his mind went blank and he was a little confused. After a long while, he asked hesitantly, "Is it because he showed up?"
Xin Ai opened his mouth in surprise, but soon realized that Fu Xize had discovered his split personality a long time ago. That's right, he knew exactly what the person next to him was like, and there was no way Xin Ai would be able to enjoy herself with him.
So, it's more fun to be with the other him, right?
Or, in other words, I was horrified to find out that he had a split personality, but because he was so crazy I didn't even dare to remind him.
Xin Ai felt his heart being torn apart. He lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes."
Fu Xize moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.
Eight years was a long time. His company was even listed on the stock market, but Xin Ai was still cold and silent.
He couldn't keep him warm.
Fu Xize can't make Xin Ai happy.
In that case, wouldn't it be better to change someone?
Fu Xize felt his heart leaking air. He heard his own voice, ringing in the silent night: "Okay."
Xin Ai got such a definite answer, and the hand hanging under the bar trembled slightly. This was obviously the answer he wanted, but his heart was dead silent. He was absolutely sure that he would never get better.
Fu Xize agreed to break up. He looked at Xin Ai for two seconds and then could only... kick himself out of the house.
He grabbed his cell phone, coat, car keys, and went out.
When Xin Ai heard the sound of the door closing gently, he could no longer control his tears and they fell directly into the wine glass. He picked up the glass of wine that looked like the starry sky and drank it all in one gulp.
He stood up again, turned around and left.
He carried the long-eared rabbit doll that Fu Xize had given him, and went upstairs step by step to the master bedroom on the second floor. He looked thin and gaunt, and his back looked desolate and lonely.
There would never be another Fu Xize to pull him out of the mud.
There will be no Xin Ai in the future.
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