That night, in the living room of the Han family, the mobile phone vibrated gently in Ah Sheng's pocket, and it was Lu Zichu who called.

Ah Sheng didn't answer, she was afraid that her bad mood would be accidentally infected to Lu Zichu.

……

Lu Zichu was in the Han family's old house, and after Chang Jing left the Han family, he went directly to the old lady, and Han Yu couldn't stop him. The old lady was not in good health today, she had no appetite, and under the persuasion of Lu Zichu, she had just eaten a few bites of food, and she was disturbed by the crying Chang Jing.

In the living room, no matter how heartbreaking Chang Jing cried, the old lady never showed her attitude from beginning to end, took a slice of dry bread, tore it off slowly and methodically, put it in a small dish next to her feet, learned to meow, and summoned the kitten to come over to eat.

Han Yu sat on the stone steps in front of the courtyard, his whole person was shrouded in dim light, listening to his mother's cry, he only felt distraught, smoking cigarettes one after another.

The people here, whether they are calm or not, all have something to offer.

Tonight, Lu Zichu didn't want to be angry, so he called Ah Sheng in the pantry, but as expected, she didn't answer. Just holding the mobile phone for a while, he took two cups of tea and walked towards the living room, and before he got closer, he heard Chang Jing curse Gu Qinghuan, and began to scold Gu Sheng who helped Gu Qinghuan, the sound of "Gu family's little hooves" was too vulgar, which not only made Mrs. Han frown, but also made Lu Zichu's eyes cold.

"Auntie, you and my uncle are divorced." Lu Zichu suddenly spoke, his voice cold.

"What did you say?" Chang Jing looked at Lu Zichu a little blankly.

Lu Zichu didn't answer immediately, just looked at Chang Jing, and after a while, the corners of his lips raised slightly, "Divorced, each cherishes each other, and now that he has a new life, why do you hold on to the past and never forget it?" ”

Chang Jing gasped and narrowed her crying eyes: "Zichu, are you speaking for your uncle or Gu Qinghuan!" ”

Under the light, Lu Zichu's eyes were even more profound, which could be called unfathomable: "I don't help anyone, I only tell the facts, it makes no sense for you to make trouble like this, my uncle originally had a deep affection for you, but it's a pity that no matter how deep the love between husband and wife is, I can't withstand you tossing back and forth like this, congratulations on your success in squandering it." ”

In an instant, the room was silent, only the sound of cats meowing one after another, probably the season of spring again, and the cat's mouth was not idle when eating, and the barking was particularly cheerful.

Chang Jing was stunned, not believing that these words came out of Lu Zichu's mouth, his clear face, indifferent eyebrows and eyes, it was Lu Zichu, and it was very different from him in the past.

The old lady of the Han family didn't say a word, and continued to tease the kitten who was playing back and forth on her legs, as if she was a stranger who didn't care about herself.

A cigarette butt fell from between Han Yu's fingers, and the soot splattered.

I don't know when I was already standing at the door of the living room, looking at Lu Zichu from afar.

This kind of star-to-eye opposition is actually more like a painting, a painting that is too oppressive and suffocating.

Han Yu was wearing an iron-gray shirt with three buttons on the neckline, and the light shone between his eyebrows, making his eyes more and more black as ink.

What about Lu Zichu? Lu Zichu was wearing a clean white shirt, no tie, sleeves rolled up, elegant and cold, he stood in the living room, slender and tall.

Han Yu's eyes were cold and cold, and Lu Zichu's eyes were indifferent.

The former has no temperature, and the latter's eyes are too waveless and unpredictable.

Wu Nai once jokingly called Lu Zichu like this, saying that he seemed to be warm, but in fact he was completely a cold-blooded animal.

Before today, Han Yu had always thought that Lu Zichu was a person very similar to him, treating people lightly, because the two had similar family backgrounds and growth experiences, so no matter which side Lu Zichu showed, he could find that little self in Lu Zichu's eyes, but at this moment, he felt that Lu Zichu was a little strange.

Lu Zichu has never treated Chang Jing like this, respects her as an aunt, and his words have always been polite, but what he said today is too ruthless, even if what he said is the truth.

But the truth is that not everyone likes to listen, wants to listen, and is willing to listen......

Han Yu only felt that his chest was bitter, even the cigarette he smoked just now was bitter, for Mrs. Han, Han Yu's eyes at the moment were too deep and unpredictable, and such eyes seemed to be able to transition to a war of gunpowder at any time.

Old Mrs. Han, who had never spoken, was worried that her grandson and grandson would fight because of the verbal conflict, so she turned her eyes to look at Lu Zichu: "Zichu, aren't you still in trouble?" Go back and get down to your business, don't worry about me. ”

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The night is deep, the roads are dappled with light and shadow, colorful colored lights are crossed, and countless vehicles are rushing back and forth in the night.

Late at night in T City, the old streets, pedestrians, vehicles, and various small stalls on the roadside are like a slowly flowing old song of vicissitudes, with endless melody lingering and a hundred years of wind and rain.

These things can be seen and touched, which makes people feel very stable in their hearts.

It's already July, and the wind that slipped in from the car window brought the exclusive heat of the summer air, and wisps of it hit Lu Zichu's face, so hot, I am afraid that a heavy rain will come unexpectedly.

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Ah Sheng left without waiting for Gu Qinghuan to come back, because Lu Zichu came.

Lu Zichu leaned on the car and looked at Gu Sheng who was walking towards him from a distance, and suddenly remembered that day, outside the gate of T University, she was sitting in the car and talking to him about Gu Qinghuan, with imperceptible stubbornness and sadness in her eyes, as if there were dazzling flowers that instantly decayed from midsummer to late winter.

Today, she wore a long skirt in a loose bun and hung down to her feet, plain white