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Xu Shuangchuan woke up from the bed. She forgot to turn off the light, and the bedroom was lit up with a yellow light, so quiet that there was no sound. She turned her face sideways, lifted away slightly from the hot mat, a trace of air seeped into her neck socket, and the sweaty and sticky skin was a little cool, and it quickly faded, still making people feel hot and humid.

She wanted to see the time, reached for the bedside table, touched the cold phone case, and remembered that the phone had run out of battery during the day.

Sunday's daylight has passed, and it's late Sunday night, perhaps creeping into the early hours of Monday.

Xu Shuangchuan got out of bed in a trance, walked barefoot to the window, opened a corner of the beige curtain, and saw that there was a black outside the glass, only his own hair was emanated.

All the people are sleeping.

In the east, west, north and south, she identified the direction and found the location of her parents' house, and she didn't know which direction Chen Chi was.

He's been gone for a day and a night.

Xu Shuang looked at it and knew that it would be dawn in a few hours.

After dawn, Chen Chi will come back and divorce her.

She dragged a chair and sat by the window, waiting for the daybreak. When her eyes swept to the empty bed, she remembered that she had not turned on the air conditioner, and after sleeping for a long time, the mattress was probably stained with her sweat.

When she returns it, she has to clean it up, which is her habit of renting for many years.

At the third watch in the middle of the night, Xu Shuang brought a basin of warm water, dipped it in a clean cloth towel, wiped the mat, and then cleaned up the bedside table she had used.

Later, she thought, since she had started, it was better to do a big cleaning, so that she didn't owe anyone. These days, Chen Chi first said that he was on a business trip, and when he came back, he quarreled with her and left, almost all of them were where she lived, and she had to clean up her own traces of residence and return him a peaceful world.

The bouquet of silk flowers that Chen Chi brought back after participating in the flower show is still lifelike. Xu Shuangchuan took a tissue and gently brushed the petals. This handful of flowers is exquisitely made, but it is easy to get dusty and difficult to take care of, Xu Shuangchuan didn't know how Chen Chi could inexplicably take a bouquet of fake flowers back, she thought it might be a gift from a booth at the flower show. Chen Chi is really in the same vein as the old princess, the silk flowers are undefeated, they don't mind it as decorations, they are not as turtle hair as hers, they only like real flowers.

Those distant days when Chen Chi sent flowers flickered and floated to my heart.

The first rose he gave her was bought when he was visiting the market, and he paid in front of her and handed it to him when he left the flower stall. Before this, Xu Shuangchuan had zero experience in being sent flowers by the opposite sex, so Chen Chi gave it like this, and she didn't know how long it was appropriate to be reserved, but she was shy and accepted it, and then she reacted slightly and muttered to him, other people's flowers are prepared early, and they are not bought and sent in front of the girl.

What did Chen Chi say to her at that time? Xu Shuang lowered his head and recalled, they seemed to have mentioned this matter when he was lying in bed in the middle of the night in his apartment, Chen Chi smiled and coaxed her, she was not allowed to complain after receiving it, she went to the supermarket by himself, did not let her follow, bought a rose and came back, and then let her surprise her unknowingly. She slapped him, counting him as too bad, so she quietly did it according to this plan, why did she tell her, and now she was surprised.

The first rose was teased by the two of them and turned into an interesting story.

In the story, she is the only heroine.

At that time, they were all far away from home, the circle was actually very small, and they lived a novel and lonely life.

It's really like two little fish, leaving the familiar rivers and lakes that have been raised since childhood, in a strange place, applying foam on their lips to each other's lips, encouraging each other to snuggle together.

If there is anything happy or unhappy, she doesn't dare to say too much to her parents, but she can't help but tell him. And so he was.

She was his treasure, back then.

Every time she visited him, in addition to stuffing enough food in the refrigerator, he also planted a flower diagonally on the pine table, and at first he always bought roses very uncreatively, she complained that it was too monotonous, and then he changed to other varieties, but if he didn't have enough time to shop, he would still come back with a rose.

Xu Shuangchuan privately guessed that although Chen Chi had a lot of thoughts on sending flowers, he might not have much experience, and he must have been deceived by those pursuit strategies, thinking that only roses in the world are sentient beings, roses in hand, girlfriend I have.

It's fun to watch smart people do stupid things. But she's also learning, and I don't know how other girls do other people's girlfriends.

Later, they got married, and on their honeymoon, he boldly asked her to cut his hair. He sat as she circled around him, her broken hair brushing his face. That morning, he pulled her two long hairs, wrapped his short hair, wrapped them in rose petals, and told her with a smile that they were married.

She and Chen Chi are married couples.

Xu Shuangchuan twisted the silk flower in a daze, thinking in his heart that in this life, he took the word.

If you are unfortunate for the rest of your life, you have to meet someone, you have to live together, I am afraid that you will wronged others to be a halfway couple.

She gathered the bouquet of flowers, rubbed the rag, and went to wipe the coffee table.

When I looked up, I saw a picture frame on the TV wall.

Where we started. It was a beautiful field of flowers, it was a sunny spring, she remembered that she was carrying a backpack with chocolates that he had given her, she admired the tulips, and occasionally she was faintly sad that the sun would roast the chocolate, and he photographed the fields of flowers behind her, and it was said that he was always trying to put her in the frame.

He remembered that day clearly, and he would scrape the bridge of her nose when he talked about it a few years ago, complaining and laughing at the same time.

Why is it that all beginnings, even if they are prosaic, are ceremoniously commemorated, depicted over and over again, and tried to add details to prove the good?

Xu Shuang stood stunned, moved over for a while, and wiped the dust on the frame.

In the past two years, they have not talked about the past two years, this printed and framed photo rests on the wall, looking at it every day, it melts into a background that she is used to no longer being used to, she occasionally wipes the dust, not as often as the table, chair and coffee table, Chen Chi sometimes sits on the sofa and watches TV, maybe by the way, it is probably the same as the visual effect of the decorative paintings bought in the gallery.

Tomorrow is the end day.

Xu Shuangchuan took a step back with the rag and looked at the glass frame intently, how much she wanted to tell herself who was standing by the flower field that day through it and through time.

Don't start, you'll be sad.

She was the only one in the room, standing in front of the picture frame in a daze, stitching towards the dawn with the time.

The end is like this, and in the end, it is only quietly passed.

Why is it that all the endings are actually tacitly waiting to be covered by the following days, and slowly become a day that cannot be remembered?

Xu Shuangchuan stared at the frame, and his mind came back to his senses, and he thought that it would probably be very embarrassing in the future. Although she is not in this picture, it is related to her. After she leaves, how long will it be before Chen Chi will remember to dispose of it?

Chen Chi is interested in buying his own new house, and he will not move this frame to his house, even if he doesn't pay attention now, when he packs and moves, he will clean up the frame and other miscellaneous items, and probably throw it in the trash.

However, no matter what, there is no embarrassment of wedding photos.

She and Chen Chi didn't have wedding photos, unlike other people's homes, there were beautiful wedding photos on the wall table, Xu Shuangchuan didn't mind before, and later had a little regret after participating in the wedding of a classmate, and she also quietly moved the mind of making up the photo, Chen Chi was busy, she didn't mention it, and then she was lazy day by day. Now she has discovered that not having a wedding photo also has an advantage, at least she doesn't have to worry about how to deal with it when she gets divorced.

She turned her eyes away, no longer looking at the frame, it was time to mop the floor.

Xu Shuangchuan adhered to her usual style and seriously lay on the ground to wipe it. The floor of the small study that she didn't often go in wasn't missing, and she even got under the desk to wipe it. When she came out, put the chair back in place, and sat on her knees a little stunned. Chen Chi is in this small room every day after work, talking on the phone, using the computer, and sleeping, what will he think?

She was in the bedroom, in addition to doing her own thing, she hated him, and when she saw the back of him holding her mobile phone, she couldn't help but hate Lu Qing, hate Gu Siya, and mainly hate him.

He was in the little study, separated from her by a wall, what would he think? probably tired of her always finding fault and arguing.

In fact, she was tired of arguing and arguing, so she was silent, just like him.

Why did the days go by like this? The little fish were able to swim freely in the rivers and lakes, why did they swim and want to separate?

After the cleaning was over, Xu Shuangchuan stood up with his waist up, and the night outside was still dark.

She went to take a shower and cleaned up the bathroom, and did not put the dirty clothes in the laundry basket or wash them directly as before, because now that she washed, she would not have time to dry tomorrow morning. She found a bag, rolled up her dirty laundry, and stuffed it into a plastic bag.

Some of her four-season clothes have already been moved home one after another, and now there are still some left in the wardrobe, Xu Shuangchuan took a stack out, but found that there was no suitable box to pack, because Chen Chi brought her back directly from the school playground last night, and the box was left at her parents' house.

Xu Shuangchuan was really tired and decided to think about moving her clothes later, so she sat back on the chair by the window and continued to wait for dawn.

The chair is facing the large bed.

There was a pillow on it, and it was only her a long, long time ago, and it seemed as lonely on the wide bed.

After tomorrow, Chen Chi may take the temporary folding bed and move back to the bedroom. Xu Shuangchuan looked at the bed in a daze for a long time, then stood up suddenly, turned around and opened the curtains, opened the window, and hurriedly changed the air.

She couldn't imagine what it would be like to welcome a new person into this room.

Let go, leave. She desperately longed for the sky to light up a little bit of white soon.

Now, the neon lights are still twinkling in the middle of the night, and there are stars echoing in the blue-black velvety deep sky. In the distance, the truck rumbled across the road, gradually becoming inaudible.

A night like this from this angle will never be seen again.

She left him the beige curtains, hoping that he would remember that if he looked out of the window with others at night, he would definitely change the curtains.