When Qin Sang was awakened by a burst of thunder and lightning at night, she was experiencing a nightmare.
When I woke up, my whole body was covered in sweat, my pajamas were soaked with sweat, my face was pale without a trace of blood, and my whole body looked like it had been fished out of the water.
She got out of bed and walked barefoot to the kitchen.
There was nothing in the refrigerator, it was empty except for a bottle of water.
She unscrewed the bottle cap, raised her head, and drank half of the bottle at once.
There was still lightning and thunder outside the window, and the light of the lightning penetrated in, illuminating the furnishings in the dark room clearly.
She followed the light and shadow and walked to the sofa to sit down.
The hand holding his neck tightly in the dream seemed to still be around his neck.
Qin Sang curled up in a corner of the sofa. After a long time, she felt sleepy and fell asleep on the sofa again.
The next day, she was woken up by the ringing of her cell phone.
This was the third call from Gu Yanzhi, and she finally answered it.
The first two were too sleepy and fell asleep so they didn't hear it.
"Where are you?" His voice was hoarse.
He thought she had disappeared again.
Just leave as I did last time and leave without saying goodbye.
Block and delete everyone and disappear from this world.
Qin Sang showed signs of fever, his head felt dizzy, and his voice was soft, like murmuring: "What's wrong?"
Gu Yanzhi's eyebrows darkened: "What's wrong with your voice?"
Qin Sang pressed her forehead and frowned: "I'm a bit cold, it's okay. What do you want from me?"
"Send me the address and I'll pick you up."
"...No."
"Qin Sang." The other party's voice was like water in a deep pool, "Don't make me say it again."
Qin Sang suddenly remembered his current identity and twitched his lips in a self-deprecating tone: "I know, I'll go find you."
Gu Yanzhi wanted to say something else, but Qin Sang continued: "I'm here with my friends, and I don't want them to think too much."
The person on the other end didn't respond for a long time, and Qin Sang asked tentatively: "Is that okay?"
"...Um."
Qin Sang looked at Gu Yanzhifa's address. It was a residence she didn't know about.
I have never been there before, but judging from the location, it is a residential area that was originally used as a gimmick to protect the privacy of residents. It is said that the security of the community is ranked among the top ten in the country. Of course, the price is also ridiculously expensive!
Qin Sang passed through many checkpoints before standing at the door.
After taking a deep breath, she pressed the doorbell. Almost as soon as the doorbell was pressed, the door opened from the inside.
There was a video doorbell inside. Qin Sang later thought that maybe the people inside had seen her when she first arrived, and then looked at her little movements and expressions as if she were a fool, and waited for her to knock on the door.
He had just taken a shower, and his black hair was slightly wet and half dry.
The outline is as sharp and sharp as the impression, like a blade.
After taking a look, Qin Sang lowered his eyelashes and walked in. The decoration style here was similar to that of most of his residences. The design was simple, the furnishings were simple, and the main colors of black and white and gray were quite satisfactory and would never stand out or go out of style.
But there is still something different. It seems that the place has become more vibrant and smoky because of the addition of some pots and pans in the kitchen and the addition of a few green plants in the corner.
"Go there and sit for a while while I make ginger tea."
He raised his chin and motioned to the sofa in the living room.
Qin Sang did not refuse and walked over obediently.
The weather started to get colder, and there was a thin blanket on the sofa. She hesitated, put the thin blanket on her body, and then leaned against the sofa.
The TV was on, showing a nonsensical comedy show.
Although Qin Sang stared at her, she was actually thinking about other things, so even though the audience and guests inside were laughing, her expression was still indifferent, even indifferent.
When Gu Yanzhi brought the ginger tea over, he also switched the channel.
"Drink it while it's hot."
"Thank you." Qin Sang said, and then took it: "You can make ginger tea."
It sounds like a statement and a question.
She didn't seem to expect him to answer.
Gu Yanzhi smiled: "I know a lot more, you can look forward to it in the future."
Hearing this, Qin Sang was stunned for two seconds, and then his black eyelashes trembled and lowered.
A bowl of ginger tea was quickly finished.
Qin Sang took the empty bowl and prepared to send it to the kitchen. When he just stood up, the blanket on his body slipped down and fell to Gu Yanzhi's hand. He lifted the thin blanket with one hand and hugged her with the other: "Just leave it here, I'll wait for you
tidy."
Qin Sang didn't insist and said 'hmm', but when she thought of Mrs. Gu, she still felt guilty.
She still can't feel at ease being someone else's third party.
"How's the divorce going?"
Gu Yanzhi's eyes turned cold for a moment, and he kneaded the soft flesh of her waist with his fingers: "My lawyer is handling it."
"She doesn't agree?"
In fact, there is no need to ask, the answer is obvious.
After finally marrying him, how could we get divorced?
"Don't worry, I will take care of the matter."
Qin Sangruo raised her lips in a vague manner: "I'm not worried about you."
Then she turned to look at him again: "I'm worried about my reputation."
Gu Yanzhi picked up the broken hair on her temples and tucked it behind her ears, and said in a gentle tone, "Don't worry about that."
His voice was so gentle, like feathers soaked in chill scraping against her chest, soft and cool.
"Move here." His bright black eyes captured her: "Huh?"
Qin Sang lowered his head and his long eyelashes trembled.
After a while.
"good."
"Is there anything you need to move? I'll have someone help you."
Qin Sang shook his head: "Very few, I can do it myself."
He let her go and said in a polite manner: "If you still want to return to the entertainment industry, I can..."
"forget about it."
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Sang interrupted him.
"Yeah. Then I won't reply."
His hand reached in from the hem of her clothes, and the slightly cool fingertips touched her warm skin, creating a strange feeling.
Qin Sang was not used to such intimacy yet, so she stopped him.
"We agreed." Her eyes darkened: "We can only do it after you solve your own problem."
Gu Yanzhi didn't take his hand away, but held hers with his backhand: "Isn't it just like this?"
Seeing that she didn't speak, he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll try my best to restrain myself."
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After deciding to live in Lucheng.
Qin Sang resigned from his position as a teacher in Xiaqu Village.
She also contacted Miao Miao and Xiao Hen.
Miao Miao gave birth to a son, who was more than one year old. He was white, fat and had a braid that reached the sky.
When she brought her sons to see Qin Sang, the older one cried and the younger one also cried.
The older one cried because he was so happy, and the younger one cried because he couldn't help himself when he saw his mother cry!
Qin Sang was a little at a loss after comforting the younger one and the older one.
"Are you cruel? People who go out to relax, but they leave for more than a year. I thought I would never see you again in this life!"
Qin Sang also felt guilty: "I'm sorry, in that situation, I couldn't think of a better way to escape than this."
"You know it's just an escape. There's nothing that can't be solved! You don't tell us anything, you bear everything by yourself, and you don't think we are friends!"
She talked about all the things between herself, Mo Sen and Gu Yanzhi in simple terms and omitted many details, so Miao Miao didn't know exactly what happened.
The two chatted a lot. After Miaomiao became a mother, the entertainment industry became an even more distant world for her.
So she also heard very few rumors about Mo Sen, but there were always a lot of these things in the entertainment industry, so she didn't care.
"So Mo Sen, something really happened?"
Qin Sang nodded, didn't say much, and changed the topic: "What is my godson's name?"
As soon as the topic came to her son, Miao Miao's eyes were immediately filled with maternal glory: "Nanny, this is my nickname, and my nickname is Chopin!"
I have to say that Miaomiao's name is indeed quite unique.
"Don't Nannan refer to a little girl?"
Miaomiao: "I originally wanted to have a girl! Who made this little guy become a spoiled child? I can't help it."
Qin Sang smiled, and the little girl stared at her with wide round eyes. A child's eyes are the cleanest things in the world, which makes people want to believe that there is still beauty in this world!
"Let me give you a hug!"
Qin Sang took the initiative to ask for help.
Miaomiao looked at her with some suspicion: "Our little one is a bit overweight. During the physical examination, the doctor even asked us to pay attention to weight control!"
Qin Sang raised his lips and smiled: "I am a man of almost 100 kilograms. I can't hold him?"
The little guy also seemed to like Qin Sang very much. As soon as she hugged him, the little guy couldn't stop laughing. Miaomiao, his own mother, was so depressed!
"Don't believe me when I tell you. Unless I try my best to tease him, he has never smiled at me like this!"
Qin Sang raised his eyebrows: "I have affinity!"
"Maybe! I think you are more suitable to be a mother than me. In fact, if it weren't for..."
Miao Miao's voice stopped suddenly.
Qin Sang seemed not to be paying attention, and the corners of her mouth were still curved.
The little guy curiously played with a strand of her hair that had fallen out. He clenched his fist and pulled it. Qin Sang only felt a slight pain in his scalp but did not stop him.
The little breast dumplings and the woman holding him seemed to merge into the most beautiful and warm picture.
Outside the window.
A car parked quietly on the road opposite the coffee shop.
The car window was halfway down, and the people inside were staring at the scene outside the window for an unknown amount of time.
The usually sinister brows and eyes seemed to have melted away from the warmth revealed unconsciously.
This scene was obviously too simple, but he had been thinking about it for many years.
After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the two women inside finally said goodbye.
The child seemed to like her a little bit and would not let go. Later, when his mother took her away, he burst into tears.
His eyes stayed on Qin Sang, and he saw the unbearable and distressed look on her face after she cried for a moment when she saw the child.
She can do this even if it's not her own child.
If it were her own child, she would probably not leave.
Thinking of this, Gu Yanzhi pursed his lips slightly.
When Qin Sang came up, the gentle emotion in his eyes had not dissipated. Qin Sang glanced at him and looked away calmly.
"Have you been waiting for a long time?"
"No." He said, "I haven't seen Miss Miao for so long. I should have a lot to talk about. Did I come too early?"
Qin Sang shook her head: "It's nothing. Eight out of ten topics she talks about now are about her son."
I don’t know if his tone was helpless or something else, but he added later: “Maybe I will be like this after I become a mother.”