Her smile was as bright as a flower, and she drank it all in one gulp.
She was the only one left under the roof.
The seat opposite was empty, the boy had left.
She broke off a strand of black hair and placed it next to the cup from which he drank.
The spiritual power is chaotic and difficult to control stably.
...
On the afternoon of the second day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Wenxuan’s small courtyard.
Su Mingkang, with the encouragement of his son and daughter, plucked up the courage to come and "renew their relationship."
When people came, they stood in the yard and wandered timidly, not daring to step through the living room door.
Su Tongyuan tried to pull her hard several times, but all ended in failure.
Reluctantly giving up, the honest and dull middle-aged man pretended to tinker with flowers and plants.
This tinkering lasted from about one o'clock in the afternoon to the evening.
It wasn't until Fang Wenxuan came out for air that she saw a man from the Su family squatting beside the flower stand smoking.
Wearing a black suit and a rare tie.
Nondescript and really funny.
There was something unnatural flashing across her charming and charming face, but she turned a blind eye.
Su Mingkang stepped forward and said, "Well, what the hell, plum blossoms are going to freeze to death."
"Yes, we have to move into the house."
Fang Wenxuan sneered: "Does your plum blossom bloom in summer?"
Su Mingkang choked for a moment, scratched his scalp and said honestly: "Plum blossoms in the city are afraid of the cold, which is different from those in the countryside."
"I-I'll help you move back."
After that, regardless of whether Fang Wenxuan agreed or not, she trotted to move the potted plants.
Su Tongyuan hid by the bedroom window and took a peek. When she saw this strange scene, she almost laughed out loud.
Well, dad is really good at it.
This is a reason that people with weak minds will never be able to figure out.
Fang Wenxuan's expression was speechless and she was too lazy to talk nonsense.
After Su Mingkang finished moving the plum blossoms, he went to the kitchen to find a rag and said politely: "Oh, your furniture has accumulated a lot of dust."
"After all, it's a big city. If you don't wipe it away, three inches of dust will fall off in a day."
"Those who celebrate the Chinese New Year should be more careful and let the guests see it."
Fang Wenxuan crossed her arms over her chest and looked coldly at the person beside her twelve years ago.
She knew exactly what he was doing.
But the hypocrisy in a woman's bones does not allow her to take the initiative to "give up".
She was waiting for him to take the initiative to speak.
After all, she is clean.
Apart from him, no other man had ever touched her body.
Even if she felt sorry for the Su family, she thought she was worthy of him.
"Wenxuan, the floor is dirty too."
"A mop?"
"Here, why are there still clothes that haven't been washed?"
He picked up the wooden basin, walked to the well with vague thoughts, and bent over to draw water.
Fang Wenxuan blushed and said, "That's my underwear, you don't need to wash it."
Su Mingkang was unmoved and said: "It's not like I haven't washed it before."
"I used to do the laundry in Taoshan Village, didn't I?"
Fang Wenxuan said in embarrassment: "The past was before, and the present is now."
"I used to be your wife, and we were married."
"Now, who am I to you? What am I?"
"You, you are just here to mess with me."
She was ashamed and angry. She stood there and stamped her feet and said, "Go away and stop wandering in front of me."
Su Mingkang said calmly: "You were my wife before, and you are still my wife now. You are the biological mother of Tong Yuan and Xiao Ningzi."
"Wenxuan, I, I'm sorry for you, I was wrong."
"Over the years, I have always blamed you and blamed you on others. I have never thought about your difficulties."
"Can you forgive me?"
"For Tong Yuan and Ning Zi's sake, for the sake of me calling your name in my dreams."
He put down the bucket and knelt down, tears streaming down his face.
In the living room, Fang Wenxuan turned sideways, crying and laughing.
Some people's love can be recalled, and some people can reunite and renew their old love.
Love, the most difficult word in the world to understand.
