Chapter 58 The Traveler Who Does Not Know When to Return
Jian Jian is someone who always keeps things in her mind. Unless you discover it yourself, you will never be able to guess what she said. Song Nancheng is not a talkative woman, and her temperament is similar to Jian Jian. Although she is worried, she still hopes that Jian Jian can tell her in person.
He. If he asked, and it happened to hit something that simply cannot be said, it would be wrong.
As soon as the car stopped, he couldn't wait to open the door and said, "Brother, thank you. I'm leaving first." The car door was not even closed tightly.
"well,"
He stuck his head out of the car window, and before he could say anything, he simply turned a deaf ear and ran away. He couldn't even get her to stop.
Song Nancheng sighed, looked back, and saw the forgotten thing on the passenger seat, only occupying a corner, alone.
Jian Jian held the tiger's mouth tightly, and his nails almost dug a hole in it. He breathed a few breaths at the door, used all his strength on the index finger of his right hand, and pressed it hard.
Zhou Zhuxiao opened the door quickly, as if he had been waiting for her. Seeing the simple face at the door, he sighed, "Go in." He touched her forehead soothingly, as if she was being taught by her teacher when she was a child.
Punishment gives him strength when he is depressed. No one in this world understands Jian Jian better than Zhou Zhuxiao, and no one knows what Jian Jian is thinking more thoroughly than her. Even Jian Jian cannot do it herself.
at this point.
Simply smile back at her and reassure her. Her daughter is not the one who can't get up after a slight setback. Her shoulders are broad and can accommodate her.
She just walked up to the room and saw a tall figure sitting on the sofa. This time, she didn't throw herself into the man's arms like before, but stayed far away, and her footsteps were heard instantly.
Come down, I wish I could stop in a place without him.
She had to admit that even though he was gradually entering middle age, that person was still so charming that no one could ignore him. His thick black hair was mixed with a few white strands, dotted here and there, and he had a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows.
Underneath is a pair of slender red phoenix eyes, full of amorous feelings, which can make people fall into it if they are not careful. The tall nose and moderately thick red lips are showing a dazzling and warm smile at this time. I remember that his only
Once when she attended a parent-teacher meeting, her deskmate, who was very close to her, secretly whispered in her ear, "Simple, your brother is so young." Time passed in a flash, and he was not the one who hugged her every time he came back.
She weighed it a few times to see if there was anyone heavy. She was no longer the person he could hold in his arms. They had both grown up, but on this road of growth, they were getting farther and farther away, so far away that they could not find each other.
There are traces of the past.
What Jian Ming likes most is that Jian Jian's eyes are flickering, like two shining black gems, as if thousands of words are being merged into them. The two people's eyes met in the air, neither of them spoke, looking at each other.
The person in his eyes looked both familiar and unfamiliar. He was silent and his eyes seemed to be misty, making it impossible to tell what the other person was thinking.
"Yu'er." Jian Ming shouted cautiously. This fish sound was slightly trembling, and there were many years of guilt. His throat was so bitter that he couldn't speak.
Jiang Jian frowned and suddenly looked away. He didn't want to look at the person in front of him, nor did he want to hear him call this name.
Jian Ming opened his mouth, but the words he spoke were all silent, and he felt mixed emotions in his heart. Jian Ming was Jian Ming's first child, and it contained most of his love. The jaundice on his face had not faded from the first sight.
When he was still a little baby with red skin, he dedicated the most tenderness in his life to her. Both his first name and nickname contained his blessing for a simple future. He hoped to simply be a simple fish swimming in the rivers and lakes.
Son, I am satisfied.
But it was he who destroyed everything with his own hands and torn everything into pieces. Jian Jian's face was stained with sadness because of him. In the end, he failed to fulfill even the most basic responsibility of a father and destroyed everything he had built with lies.
happiness. He is not a good person, not a good husband, and not a good father.
Zhou Zhuxiao came in and saw the two father and daughter looking at each other speechlessly, and didn't know what to say. If she said that she had never complained about Jian Ming, it was just a lie. In the quiet of the night, the streets were empty.
When she is alone, she also wants her husband to be by her side, to share some of her burdens, to guard her daughter with her, and to share everything. She has never had these things, all she has are emptiness and burdens. In the past,
I was alone in such a big house. I had a stomachache and ran out to buy medicine in the middle of the night. I also cried in the middle of the night and wet the pillow, but no one knew.
It wasn't until the arrival of Simple that she felt that this huge house felt like home for the first time. Even a small whisper was enough. And she abandoned her and Simple just because she couldn't stand the emptiness.
She won't forgive this,
Rather than waiting for the arrival of a traveler whose return date is unknown. So this is why she is grateful for the simplicity.
So much time has passed, and she has slowly looked away. She can't do such a thing as stalking her, and she doesn't want to make herself so humble. It seems that she can't live without this man. Facts have proved that she can do it.
There's nothing wrong with that. Without him, she lives a better and more free life.
Now that you have decided to leave the stage, why worry about whether the posture of stepping down is what you like? Grief is just blocking the intersection and trapping yourself in it. This is not what she wants, and her temperament does not allow her to do this.
Stupid thing.
After divorcing Jian Ming, she gradually relaxed a lot. She no longer had to feel guilty that she had only given birth to a daughter for him, or worry that her husband's family would secretly stab her in the back. She also didn't have to worry about where Jian Ming was, whether he was safe, or whether he was eating well and sleeping well.
Now these are not her considerations, she only needs to think about herself and three simple meals a day.
She would never interfere with Jian Jian's eyes, she believed that Jian Jian could handle it well. She had never said Jian Jian was wrong in Jian Jian's ears, nor would she stop their communication.
The blood is compatible and the same blood flows in the body, so stopping it may be counterproductive.
Today she didn't expect that Jian Ming was back and would come over. After all, everything was made clear during the divorce. Jian Ming would follow her and the house would be hers. When she saw that person for the first time, she was still stunned for a while. When she
I can still feel that Jian Ming has aged a lot and talks less. The two of them sat quietly. Although they tasted the familiar Longjing, they didn't feel the same as before. If Jian Ming hadn't come back, I'm afraid they would have done nothing.