"Really?" Wen Siheng smiled and without saying anything else, he opened the door and walked back to his small office.
On the black desk, the white paper is very conspicuous.
The A4 paper was folded in half and just lying there quietly. Regardless of whether it was opened or not, the matter seemed to have become a fact.
Stunned at the door for a moment, Wen Siheng listened quietly to the "click" of the glass door behind the door closing. His fingers hesitated in mid-air for a long time, and there was only a blank in his mind.
The scenes that happened recently are reappearing before our eyes like a revolving lantern.
Since his flash marriage, Tang Yirui has not made a clear statement, but based on Wen Siheng's understanding of the situation, Jian Anran definitely does not meet her expectations for a daughter-in-law.
Xu Nianhe's appearance was beyond his expectation. He seemed to be trying his best to prevent everything from happening, but everything still progressed according to what he feared most.
From the bottom of Wen Siheng's heart, he can understand the entirety of Jian Anran's current actions.
After all, they said they would get divorced as soon as things were over.
The matter has been over for a long time, but no one mentioned it, and everyone was tacit about it.
Jian Anran finally became the one who took the initiative, and Wen Siheng couldn't help but think of her fisherman hat mask and sunglasses on the day she received the certificate.
Opening the angularly folded white A4 paper, the only content on it is three large characters that almost occupy the entire paper——
【Resignation letter】
The signature below is her Junxiu signature and date.
I once accidentally mentioned that Jian Anran said that the only beautiful handwriting she could write was her own name.
Because in the calligraphy class that she only lasted for a month, after teaching the order of strokes, she started teaching everyone to write their own names.
Putting this extremely short resignation letter into a drawer, Wen Siheng suddenly thought that when he left the counselor's office, the other person looked as if he wanted to say something else.
But seeing that Wen Siheng was in a hurry, the counselor said that he could leave first and talk to him later when he had time.
Opening his briefcase, Wen Siheng found the brown paper bag the counselor had just given to him.
When I opened it, I found a handover confirmation letter inside, confirming that Jian Anran had terminated her position as office assistant.
It turned out that she had already prepared everything, and all that was left in the final process was his signature.
Opening the drawer again, he stuffed all the messy documents into the deepest part of the drawer. Wen Siheng didn't even take his bag, he pushed open the glass door and walked out.
Seeing Wen Siheng appear again, Xiangyi stood up with a piece of material and said: "Teacher, here is..."
Before Xiangyi could finish speaking, the office door slammed shut again, and he walked out of the office quickly.
The white sports car was galloping on the road (not speeding). When it stopped again, Wen Siheng's right hand slapped the steering wheel heavily.
For the first time, he hated the traffic lights that spread all over this city like bacteria.
When he pushed open the dark door of his home, he habitually looked at the closed door of the second bedroom.
Before going out this morning, he felt that nothing had changed at home, whether in the living room or the dining room.
But after thinking about it carefully, it seems that the other party has hardly left any personal belongings anywhere except the bedroom.
Everything is the way it was when he lived alone.
The palm of his hand touched the cold brass of the handle, and he seemed to be eager to reveal the answer.
With the slightest hope, I hope that all my guesses are false.
Pushing open the door, his hope was disappointed again, and the second bedroom was empty.
On the table, on the windowsill, and in the bathroom, there was almost no hair left.
On the mattress are neatly folded sheets and quilt covers, which they went to the supermarket to buy together after get off work on the day Jane Anran moved in.
She left so few things here that Wen Siheng just woke up from a dream and realized that she had been ready to leave from the beginning.
……
She tapped the screen of her phone lightly. The wallpaper was a green landscape photo. Jian Anran lay on the bed and looked at it for a long time.
"Ning Beibei, you sent me a WeChat message. It seems that I can't receive messages on WeChat again."
"Ding -" Ning Beibei immediately sent an emoticon.
Holding the phone to her chest and turning over, Jian Anran murmured to the screen: "It turns out I can get it."
In the 24th hour after the incident, Jian Anran did not receive any news.
There was no bloody "chasing him in the crematorium" plot. The other party didn't seem to care at all, not even saying a word.
"Normal people will sigh a few words even if their roommates move out, right?" Jian Anran rolled around again, dragged her head with her hands, and said lying on the bed.
Ning Beibei immediately retorted: "False, I have no emotion when you leave."
"However," she quickly added, "I have never slept with you, so the situation is indeed different."
She began to wonder again, was the other party too busy to go to the office yet?
This situation is indeed very possible. Wen Siheng has been busy all day recently and was so busy that he almost had no time to eat. During the few days when Jian Anran was in the office, not even Wen Siheng was seen.
"What are you thinking about?" Ning Beibei hit the nail on the head.
As if being caught, Jian Anran was eager to deny, "No...what's the matter?"
The air was silent for a while before Ning Beibei suggested: "How about we go out for a walk?"
"Where to go?"
"Riverside? Shopping mall? You are from Luojiang. You don't know Luojiang much better than I do." Ning Beibei looked a little speechless.
"You also know that I don't go out."
Seemingly making sense, Ning Beibei nodded and then stood up.
"Well, I decided on the riverside! I heard that a new wooden plank road was built on the riverside a while ago, and there are many Qingba cafes opened along the road. I haven't been there yet."
Jian Anran and Ning Beibei grabbed a random piece of clothing and took the bus to the Luojiang River in their slippers. They walked on the wooden plank road, almost perfectly blending in with the aunties and uncles who came for a walk in the evening.
The evening breeze swayed the leaves along the river, and the rustling sound was carried to my ears by the autumn wind.
The looming fragrance of green grass and the smell of moisture in the air make people feel inexplicably quiet and peaceful.
At least that's what Ning Beibei thinks.
Jian Anran's mood was more turbulent than the waves on the river——
A little further on, there was the Qing Bar that changed her life in the past half semester.
This area was still under construction three months ago. Both sides of the road were covered with blue iron sheets, and the Qingqing bar with a rather stylish appearance stood abruptly among the iron sheets.
Now that the wooden plank road has finally been completed, and with the removal of the blue iron sheet, the bar stands out even more prominently in this environment, so much so that Jian Anran can see it as soon as she raises her head.
"My legs are so sore, please find a place to sit." Ning Beibei, who was on the side, had a frown on her face, hooked Jian Anran's hand, and put all her weight on her.
"Why is there such a long wooden plank road? I'm exhausted." Ning Beibei complained again.
Without giving Jian Anran a chance to refuse, Ning Beibei pulled her forward and walked forward.
The moment he opened the door, what came to his ears was the familiar sound of the bell hanging on the door.
At the deepest part of the bar, there is a familiar figure wearing a white T-shirt.
