She has lived here for many days and plans to stay there forever. It is a very old place, but it is quite quiet and there is not much noise. She has found a job as a translator outside. In fact, she
She has always been doing this. Although she didn’t need to work before, she just needed to be a good wife at home. However, in order to pass the time, she would find some foreign language materials to translate. Now, she is really lucky that she still has this
She needs a job, otherwise, she will starve to death. She still wants to live, even though life is really hard and painful.
She wanted to see how dark the world would be, or in other words, in the darkness, she was still stubbornly looking for some light and waiting for the dawn to come, but it seemed that she had no chance.
At night, there was no wind or rain. Xiang Qinglan sat in front of the window, holding a cup in her hand. The temperature of the cup warmed her fingers, but her heart was still cold. There was some coolness in the air.
The cold temperature began to melt in her heart, and finally it became an abyss with no bottom.
Picking up the cup, she drank all the water in the cup. The water, which had no temperature at all, flowed into her throat without any feeling. It flowed into her body and into her heart.
Whose heart has become cold, perhaps, it can never be warmed again.
Su Zhetuo rubbed his brows and walked out of the apartment. He frowned. The darkness inside made him feel a little at a loss. He didn't like the darkness. He reached out and turned on the light in the room. The excessive light made him feel uncomfortable.
He squinted his eyes, and the light shone on his three-dimensional facial features. The line of his jaw had some indescribable hardness. There was an uncompromising persistence in his sharp eyes. His thin lips were pressed tightly, obviously displeased.
And this is enough to tell that this man is not an easy person to talk to.
He took off the tie on his shirt and sat on the sofa.
"Lan Lan, give me a glass of water." As soon as he said these words, his fingers on his clothes became stiff. Lan Lan was his wife's name.
He had obviously forgotten the fact that he was divorced. He even forgot that he was the only one in the apartment at this time. Lowering his head, he saw the divorce agreement on the table.
The signature has been signed, so they are no longer husband and wife, both in life and in law.
When had she signed it? Why was she so happy? Shouldn't she have been noisy, fussy, or crying? How could she let him go so easily? She signed it so simply. He thought he would see her.
If she disagreed, she questioned him like a madman, and maybe even cried humbly, but there was none of these. Not a single thing. In fact, he could no longer find her person.
Divorce was not always what he wanted, it was always what he thought about. However, why did he feel an inexplicable loss in his heart when he saw the dazzling handwriting on the divorce document? He narrowed his eyes.
With eyes wide open, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked one after another. The smoke rings he exhaled blurred his face and even his heart.
He put his hand hard on the table, but his finger was pricked and it hurt a little. He raised his hand, his pupils shrank, he saw the ring on the table, he pursed his lips, and he took it
He stood up, and he hadn't worn the ring on his finger for a long time, because he didn't want to irritate Gong Ruxue, and he also deliberately forgot that he was married, but why did this rose ring appear in front of his eyes?
At this time, he thought of all the things in the past.
That girl with a pure smile, a woman as sweet as mint, just faded out of his life. Wasn't this what he always wanted, but why, he suddenly felt a sense of reluctance.
What do you want to give up, a nanny, a servant, or what?
Regardless of his reluctance, he picked up the ring in his hand and threw it outside. He didn't hear any sound, only saw a piece of silver light falling. The two-year marriage finally came to an end. In that piece of silver
The light will never come back again.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t want the house or the money. Xiang Qinglan, you really have some backbone. He crumpled the marriage agreement into a ball and smiled coldly. He had to take a good look at it. She didn’t have any relatives.
, what kind of life she wants, she will come back and beg him. She just wants to make her feel guilty and pretend to be pitiful to make him sympathize. But it is a pity that he cannot have such things that only women can have.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to gain a foothold in this discussion of eating people without spitting out their bones.
However, his eyes were fixed on the place where he threw the ring just now, unwilling to leave for a long time.
In the morning, the sunlight spread through the light green curtains to all parts of the room, including the women's underwear that was still lying in the living room. It had been thrown away for many days, and without the hostess cleaning it, it had stayed there, as if it was
He was laughing at something.
Su Zhetuo opened his confused eyes and rubbed his forehead. His head hurt slightly. When did this bed that he had slept on for two years become so hard?
"Lan Lan, when is it? Why didn't you call me?" He sat up, his voice hoarse as if he had just woken up, but after a long time, there was no answer.
"Lan Lan," he called again, a flash of displeasure flashed across his face. When he stood up, the wad of paper on the table fell into his eyes. His body checked, and he
He also forgot that he was divorced, and the woman named Xiang Qinglan had become his ex-wife, and of course she could not appear here.