Zhongqing never reads newspapers, and there are no newspapers in her hometown. She never comes out, so she doesn't know many things.
The child selling newspapers shouted at the side: "Newspapers are sold, newspapers are sold...there is the latest news about the young marshal..."
When Zhong Qing was on the street, he often heard newspaper sellers shouting like this, and the young commander rarely had such messy news come out, so Zhong Qing never cared about the news in these newspapers.
"Miss, would you like to buy a newspaper?"
The kid selling the newspaper didn't know Zhong Qing, so he didn't know that she was the young marshal's wife. What's more, the young marshal always kept a low profile and didn't allow others to publish Zhong Qing's photos. Firstly, it was for safety reasons, and secondly, he didn't want to do anything about it.
There was such a big fuss that she was criticized every time she went out, which affected her normal life.
The kid selling the newspaper took a newspaper and handed it to Zhong Qing, saying: "Here is the latest news about the young marshal. He got back together with his childhood sweetheart last night... Miss, buy a copy."
………”
Childhood sweetheart?
Last night?
Reconciled?
What is all this?
Her loving expression suddenly stiffened. She looked at the kid selling newspapers and was stunned for a while, with a look of disbelief!
The kid selling the newspaper didn't realize that Zhongqing was different at all, and kept on selling: "Miss, buy a copy... I'm sure you won't regret it after reading it... Miss..."
Only then did Zhong Qing come back to her senses, took out the money from her pocket, handed it to the kid selling the newspaper, then took a newspaper and quickly saw a very large black and white photo.
He Anyuan, Young Marshal, dance floor.
Childhood sweethearts, the young marshal and his wife fall out of favor, fall in love with the old, get back together, and miss the past.
Such prominent words pierced her sight like a bloody knife.
Zhong Qing felt that her fingers were shaking so much that she carefully took the newspaper and read it carefully bit by bit.
Last night... he didn't come back. Was he with He Anyuan?
In fact, she would rather not believe such news. After all, he treated her so sincerely and said so many sentimental and affectionate words to her. The words were clear and engraved in her heart. She couldn't believe it.
