Wen Qingshui sighed, sat down sullenly, and felt dizzy.

"Ex-boyfriend?"

Wen Qingshui was taken aback by the words of the male god of the library. She almost forgot that there was another person by her side, which was rude. But now she felt that her voice seemed out of her control. I wanted to answer the male god's question, but I couldn't make a sound, so I had to shake my head.

The library god shrugged his shoulders with a look of obvious disbelief.

After this buffer, Wen Qingshui had already adjusted his emotions, so he barely squeezed out a smile and added.

"Ex-husband!"

The male god of the library was obviously stunned, looking even more incredulous, and then he adjusted his emotions in embarrassment.

Wen Qingshui sees it in his eyes, but it doesn't matter!

Maybe this was the answer he never expected. Wen Qingshui thought to himself. I have nothing to hide. What about the male god, he is just an irrelevant stranger to himself. She feels that she has obviously matured too much after experiencing the collapse of her marriage. Even if he took the initiative to strike up a conversation, she didn't have any unrealistic throbbing like a fawn, which was good!

Wen Qingshui sullenly stirred the coffee that was already cold. The mind has long been unaware of where it has flown to. is still full of Leng Yueming's figure and the bits and pieces of his life.

They had just ended their marriage and it wasn't long before she had recovered from her loss. This is the first chance encounter after the divorce! It was so embarrassing to meet again. And for her at this moment, she is not only embarrassed, but also sad and heartbroken.

Once, she longed for a better married life, and she thought she had found a lifelong support. His smile, his goodness, and his tolerance all made her extremely happy. Unfortunately, the marriage lasted only three years. Three years later, everything is back to square one. Not even an origin but a negative number. And how can the wounds in marriage be easily erased?

When she first got divorced, she was immersed in her own sorrow all day long. In addition to going to work, he nested in his own little world and licked his wounds alone. The whole person was at a loss, and he was depressed for several months.

To say that words are a really good thing. She was able to muster up the courage to live well because of an article. The article said: "Today's life is because of the choices you made five years ago and your efforts in the past five years. And what you choose today will determine your life in five years' time. This sentence was like an empowerment and gave her a head start. So she made up her mind, swept away her decadence, and began to use all her time to study and exercise.

But seeing Leng Yueming today, almost drained all the courage she had finally mustered. At this moment, she was silent like a child who had made a mistake. But what did she do wrong?

They used to love each other, right? But why quarrel? They didn't want to divorce, right? But after all, they were divorced. They've all done their best to keep their marriages going, right? All that remains is the endless bickering, which wears away all humble hopes.

"Miss, this is a tiramisu cake that a gentleman ordered for you!"

The waiter's words interrupted Wen Qingshui's chaotic thoughts. Wen Qingshui noticed that there was no trace of the male god around him.

"Thank you!"

Wen Qingshui took a deep breath, his voice was a little hoarse, he couldn't bear to break down and cry, silently ate the cake, blinked desperately, and forced the tears back, lonely like a lonely angel who lost his wings.

The cake was really tasty, sweet and cold. She ate little by little, and the sweetness slowly soothed the chaotic emotions.

It's no wonder that women like to eat cake when they are out of love. After eating, my mood is indeed better. Wen Qingshui wanted to buy another one, remembering that the cake was really expensive, especially the one in the café. Wen Qingshui finally gave up.

What can you do? Continue to be depressed? No, life has to go on, no matter how unsatisfactory it is, life will not stop waiting for you. You can only move forward. Thinking of this, Wen Qingshui cheered up again. Hurriedly packed up and got ready to go to the gym. Nothing is more forgetful than the exertion of physical strength.

The male god of the library in the distance was still sitting on the side in a daze, not knowing what to think. He watched Wen Qingshui leave in a hurry. Full of worries, he fled in the wilderness. It is in stark contrast to the vigor that came in.

Wen Qingshui was in a hurry, and he didn't zip his handbag, and after going out, he let the wind blow his hair messy, and he didn't use his hands to pull it together. Even more did not notice a white Chinese car in the distance. The windows of the Chinese car were exposed with a gap more than an inch wide. Her ex-husband, Leng Yueming, sat in the car and smoked a cigarette. Through the gap, he looked at the door of the café that Wen Qingshui had just broken out and was still shaking. From time to time, puffs of smoke are spitted.

Leng Yueming smoked while thinking about the bits and pieces of marriage. Although the two of them are not golden boys and girls, and their families are not rich and noble, they get along very calmly and warmly. But now it has long been a thing of the past.

In Leng Yueming's impression, Wen Qingshui has never been as ambitious as other women, nor has he had too high requirements for life. If it weren't for the urgency, the two would not have divorced! But it has reached this point, what else can it do? At that time, the two of them were only left with disagreements and quarrels. I am responsible for such a situation. But it's always hard to recover.

Wen Qingshui is still simple and simple. After two hours in the gym, exhausted. The mood is also much better. Seeing the adverse effects of Leng Yueming, it gradually disappeared in fatigue.

As soon as he came out of the shower, Wen Qingshui received a call from a friend. She felt relieved and lucky.

These good girlfriends stretched out their loving hands when she was most uncomfortable. Usually it looks plain and bland, and there is almost no intersection. But since her divorce, there have always been people who contact her every now and then. And it's always a response to be able to put together a table of mahjong. Of course, they don't play mahjong. They just go out to eat together, go shopping, and watch a movie. Companionship is their best consolation to Wen Qingshui.

Many times when she was bored on her side, they had already found her there. Today too, as if they sensed that she wasn't happy today.

No one is always unlucky, Wen Qingshui believes in this sentence. I'm lucky to have this bunch of iron buddies.

"Xiaoshui, what are you doing? Go out to eat! I want to eat hot pot! Qinglan also goes. ”

Seeing that Wen Qingshui didn't respond, Zhang Haoxue instigated again: "Go, go, go!"

Zhang Haoxue is the soul of their handful, the most arrogant and informal, but she has the most sincere heart for her friends. Ning Qinglan was the oldest of them all, and she was also the most stable. There are many things, and her agreement is equivalent to a final word.

Wen Qingshui didn't want to go, she was still sighing.

"Where's that?"