At nine o'clock on Saturday morning, Song Xijun sat in the office with an anxious face. Actually, he is very contradictory.

He thought that Wen Qingshui should go to the library, after all, she was always very punctual.

Why was it punctual? What if she approached him on purpose?

Then I'm afraid that the people and things around her are carefully planned. Not to mention her people, her habits! Is she looking for him in the library now?

Or is it that everything is because he Song Xijun himself is too sensitive. I thought about good people crookedly. After all, psychologically, he didn't want to believe that she was the same as the flies.

If she hadn't seen him, would she have been very worried? Or had she not noticed that he wasn't there? Why did she look for him? Song Xijun felt that he was really crazy!

At this time, the phone rang, and he picked it up with a blank face.

"Mr. Song, there is no one you said in the library. ”

In an instant, a sinister aura permeated every corner of his office. Even the person on the other end of the phone felt a chill down his spine.

"You wait there and call me when you see someone. ”

Song Xijun put down the phone coldly and looked out the window with a pair of eyes like an eagle.

"Why didn't you go? Didn't the thunder move? Didn't she come here when she was drenched in the heavy rain and shivered? Why didn't she come today? What happened, or was it just that she wanted to catch him? Do you think he's already fishing? Need to release the line?"

Thinking of this, Song Xijun's whole person became even more gloomy.

Do you really want to get away with it? If so, Wen Qingshui, have you ever thought about the end?

And at this moment, Wen Qingshui, who was suspected of messing up a certain male god, had already arrived at her eldest brother's house with Leng Yueming.

The old lady looked at them, swept away the haze of the past year, and the whole person was full of excitement and love.

"You guys, you don't come back, why are you so busy? Are you tired? You have to pay attention to your body! Xiaoshui needs to eat more, you see how thin you are? Yueming is okay! I told your brother that you were coming, and your brother bought the vegetables yesterday!"

"Mom, don't be busy, I'll come!"

"Yes, Mom, you can come into the house! I'll cook with Qingshui. ”

"Okay, you two do it, I won't do anything? Your eldest brother has also changed shifts today, and he will be back in a while. By the way, I'm finally back, so don't leave today!" the old lady chattered with a spring breeze on her face.

"Okay, Mom, I'm not going back today!"

Leng Yueming happily agreed, and the old lady happily went back to the house.

"What are you doing, and why did you agree to stay?"

Wen Qingshui immediately exploded his hair and questioned in a low voice and impatiently.

I didn't come back much before, and I stayed even less, and the two of them lived in the same room. Now that I live, if I am separated, my mother will definitely think about it. But if they are not separated, how can they live in the current relationship between the two people?

"I, I see that the old lady is happy, it's rare for us to come back once, so let's coax her to be happy!"

"Leng Yueming, why didn't I see you being so good to the old lady before the divorce, don't you think it's ridiculous when you say that now?"

"Qingshui, don't say that! I've been—"

"What are you arguing about? I don't even know when I'm back! Are you coming to see your mother, or are you angry? If you don't wait, get out of here!"

Wen Qingshan squeezed into the kitchen, closed the kitchen door with his hand, and stared at Leng Yueming, who was red-faced. He knew that the two of them were divorced, and he was thinking about beating him up because he had bullied his sister!

"Qingshan is back, just right, don't let Yueming be busy, you cook!Hey, why are you so quiet?" The old lady came out, and the three of them instantly turned their smiles, as if they were glaring at someone else's house just now.

"Mom, don't worry about it, sit down and watch TV!"

"Hehe, okay! You're busy! I'll just wait to eat!"

The old lady was happy, and several people turned around and went their own way. No one cares about anyone.

During the meal, the old lady kept chattering about the homely routine. Wen Qingshui looked at his mother, who had aged rapidly for a year, and felt sad and couldn't show it, he didn't know what it was like to eat, and he pretended to be very hard.

"Qingshui, it's rare for you to come back, talk to your mother! I'll stay with him at night!"

"Qingshan! What are you staying with Yueming? I'm happy to see that you're all right! I'm tired during the day, and there's a person next to me who can't sleep! It's better for them to live, don't be high-profile!"

The old lady set her tone, and Wen Qingshan also glanced at Leng Yueming and didn't speak again.

In the end, Wen Qingshui and Leng Yueming entered the house, and the empty big bed was particularly eye-catching in the room and the hearts of the two people, and the atmosphere was even more embarrassing.

"Sleep! I won't make my own decisions again, and don't be angry. I'm also doing it for my mother's good. I don't know if it's Wen Qingshui's illusion, why does she feel that Leng Yueming's words are a little dejected.

Wen Qingshui took a deep breath, only took off his coat and pants, and lay down on the side of the bed, with his back to the door and Leng Yueming, without speaking. In his heart, he complained about the phrase "good for his mother" 10,000 times.

Leng Yueming looked at Wen Qingshui, who was almost on one side, sighed in her heart, and lay down on the other side. There is a lot of empty space in the middle. The quiet pin drop could be heard in the room.

For a long time, they didn't speak, they didn't fall asleep, and their hearts turned a thousand times.

Leng Yueming didn't know what he was doing, what was the point of doing this?

Wen Qingshui has a thousand knots in his heart. Previously, both of them were level 1 sleep. At the beginning, it is always a deep hug. Warm hands, piping hot skin. Leng Yueming will also use all kinds of methods to try to wrap her hair. Then they each got up and wanted to put one leg on each other. Then the pressed party always thinks about putting his leg on top. Every day, the two of them laughed and moved their hands and feet, and finally fell asleep. Such a funny daily life in the boudoir, I'm afraid there will never be again. Instead, it is as it is today......

From hugging each other and sleeping naked, to now occupying one side. From infinite sweetness to endless bickering. Now it is completely irretrievable, to the point of not having the same bed and not having the same heart. The people around you are still the same, but they no longer belong to each other.

I wish I could be like I used to! Laugh and hug. But now my heart is empty, and I humbly longs to sleep in my arms again? Now that there are so many people separated by each other, and there is a wall between the arms that cannot be crossed, how can they get each other.

Leng Yueming got up and walked out. Probably go for a cigarette! The tension in the room has eased considerably. Wen Qingshui heard the voice of Leng Yueming and his eldest brother talking. Then there is the sound of the door closing. She buried her head in the quilt in frustration.

"Little water!"

"Oh, Mom, haven't slept yet?"

"You quarreled with Yueming?"

"No! Don't think about it!"

"Mom is so old, nothing has passed. What's there to be noisy about, no matter who is right or wrong, you can just give way, what can you do? Cherish it! Like your dad is suddenly gone, you can't find someone to go to if you want to quarrel!"

The old lady's eyes were red as she spoke.

"Mom——, it's been so long, don't think about it too much!"

"No, I don't want to. I think about it! You and Qingshan are all fine, and your mother will be content! Listen to your mother's advice, don't take anything to heart! Live a good life. There's nothing you can't get by!"

"I know, Mom. Don't worry!"

"Then you go to bed early!"

The old lady left lonely, and Wen Qingshui's whole person was empty.

"How long will this white lie be hidden?" thought to her cat in the bed.

At that time, her father died, and her mother had no one to take care of her, so she had to send her mother to her uncle's house. Originally, her mother told her to hide the news of her father's death first. But the concerned inquiries of her relatives were like knives, cutting her heart and body, dripping with blood. What's more, when my mother heard this, I don't know if it hurt even to breathe. She felt sorry for her mother and whispered the truth.

But now, who feels sorry for her?

And what is she doing? Why did she agree to come back with him?Why did she put yourself in such an awkward position?Did you have expectations?What to expect?What to expect?What to expect?Expectations that worked?

Wen Qingshui was in a mess! She hated her own weakness, hated her indecisiveness even more, and hated herself for not being able to manage her own life.

She lay on the bed stupidly, looking at the black spot on the white ceiling that I didn't know if it was a mosquito or something. I don't know where to go!