Sweetheart moved back to her own small broken house, taking Tinker Bell and Wang Ji with her, Yan Bo and Qingqing didn't listen to how much they persuaded her, she felt that that was where it should have belonged to her, and it was best to start from there, and it was better to end from there.

The things about Qinglang were like a beautiful but short-lived dream, the words he wrote, the tricky toys he gave her, and the traces he left behind she was reluctant to throw away, but she didn't have the courage to see them, so she hid them all, in all the corners she couldn't remember.

Day after day, she tried to stop reminiscing about the past, and went to class step by step every day, but she was in a daze for more and more days, and sometimes she even regretted why she didn't keep it at that time.

But what's the point of keeping it? Even if the date is set, the things that Qinglang decided will not change again.

Forget it, next life......

Anyway, they have already agreed on the next life, forget it in this life, it is God's arrangement to have fate or not, and no one can reverse it.

Everyone could see that she was unhappy, but no one dared to ask, Ma Weiwei heard about the breakup between the two, and couldn't help but sigh for a long time, especially when she saw that her sweetheart was slumped and couldn't be happy anymore, faintly, she felt that she had done something wrong this time, and she had made the originally happy and carefree sweetheart depressed.

Situ Qingqing later made an appointment with the sweetheart a few times on the orders of the second brother, but the sweetheart disappeared every time, she was also very frustrated, the good second ** flew like this, and what was even more annoying was that the second brother really decided to get the certificate with He Jing, so angry that she almost wanted to run away from home.

She deeply remembered He Jing's cunning gaze when the second brother opened his mouth to tell the Sù family about this matter, and what she said to her alone afterwards, "How, I said that I would be a member of your Situ family, and I did it."

If it weren't for the second brother's face, she really couldn't help but go up and slap her twice! Phew! The villain has a good will! Stinky and shameless! Bastard woman! When you marry in, I want you to look good!

Situ Qinglang has returned to his previous state of cold silence since he broke up with his sweetheart, no, to be precise, Situ Qingqing feels that he is more dull than before, and his only thought every day is - what task can make him die.

Although he didn't say that, she could feel that the sweetheart gave the second brother too much happiness, which was like a person with a terminal illness, and suddenly one day he was cured, and after a normal life, the terminal illness recurred, and there was no possibility of cure.

That's right, it is this state that has shattered any hope for life of the second brother.

Situ Qinglang moved directly to the army dormitory to live, and did not return home once a month, every time He Jing visited him in the army, he turned her away on the grounds that he was busy, and he even said to He Jing: "I give you two months to think about it, marrying me is this state, basically this is equivalent to your life alone." ”

"I'm not afraid. He Jing is always resolute, as if only marrying Situ Qinglang is the ultimate goal in her life, and the rest of her life doesn't matter, she doesn't care, as long as she can marry Situ Qinglang, what kind of life she lives, and how she keeps the empty house alone, it doesn't matter to her.

Summer goes to autumn, and in a blink of an eye, it is winter.

The winter in Beiting City is very cold, it is a unique northern weather, Situ Qinglang is worried about his sweetheart, I don't know if the room that leaks on all sides will be cold, but he has repeatedly passed by but repeatedly can't make up his mind to get out of the car to see her, two months, he is afraid that the sweetheart's calm will finally be broken by himself.

The day of obtaining the certificate is approaching, Situ Qinglang sorted out the marriage certificate materials handled by the army, and waited for the marriage hell to approach.

After two months of dating, the only thing he was sure of was that he and He Jing were not suitable at all, there was no difference between getting married like this and going to hell, the only thing that could comfort him was - fortunately, he didn't drag down his sweetheart, if he wanted to go to hell, let him go down by himself.

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