In the autumn, the leaves fell down a street, and Qiuyun wondered why her husband was so resolute, and even ran to the court to sue for divorce from her, and she walked alone on the road covered with yellow leaves.

Today, she really doesn't have to hurry, she has already bought everything she needs at home, and the big golden retriever has also been sent away by her.

Qiuyun's bank card still has some money from the time of separation. However, Qiuyun sat next to the bus stop and suddenly started crying, she had never cried, and she had been scolding her husband for the divorce and property.

However, at this time, Qiuyun cried. Tears flowed uncontrollably all over his face.

"Auntie, what are you crying about," a big guy said to Qiu Yun. Qiu Yun listened to this sentence and looked up at the young man, Qiu Yun said

"Do I have a very old wife, why do you call me aunt like that?"

"I don't call you Auntie, what do I call you," the young man looked at Qiu Yun with a disdainful expression. In winter, Qiuyun hasn't painted oil paintings for a long time, and she is not in the mood.

Thinking about his son who went to college in Beijing, Qiuyun bought a high-speed rail ticket and went straight to Beijing, Beijing is expensive to death, Qiuyun found a hotel near his son's school to live, and called his son.

"Mom misses you and comes to see you," Qiuyun said happily on the phone.

"Where are you," the son's tone was cold.

"I'm in the hotel near your school"

"Why did you come to Beijing so suddenly?" the son was still indifferent. ”

"Let's meet, baby mommy will go back tomorrow," Qiuyun said pleadingly.

"Okay," the son's tone softened a little. In a restaurant with a little more elaborate decoration, Qiuyun and his son sat facing each other.

"You're divorced. I don't feel it at all. Qiu Yun couldn't help but laugh

"What do you feel, it's not that you're divorced," Qiuyun said.

"I'm divorced by both of you, I'm divorced," said the son. Looking at his handsome son, Qiu Yun smiled

"Eat more, there is no such dish in school," the son ate very fragrantly. Qiuyun sat and watched, smiling faintly.

This Spring Festival, my son called home and said that he hoped Qiuyun could be at home with her husband. This family of three spent a year like this.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, my son went back to school. The husband was about to leave the house, and for the last time, Qiuyun watched him leave.

suddenly felt that he didn't love him for a long time. In the marriage, Qiuyun and her husband have been separated for five years, Qiuyun said to herself, "Yes, it's been five years, why are you still forced to pretend, the five-year marriage has long existed, why are you still insisting."