It can be said that such a vision, that kind of drunkenness is deliberately done by Zhao Zhiheng, Ai Li is interesting to him, he already knows, he also knows that Cui Shumo likes to go to the shopping mall to buy things, so he also went, he had already seen her, so he talked and laughed with Ai Li, so he acquiesced to Ai Li to take his arm, he performed for a long time, so long that he finally couldn't help but turn his head to find Shumo's figure, when he saw Shumo's face was sad, he felt guilty, but she said, "Perhaps, I shouldn't be Mrs. Zhao anymore." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" She didn't even have a word of complaint, she disappeared quietly, when Zhao Zhiheng brought her home, she was still silent, Zhao Zhiheng was angry, he felt like an idiot, he wanted to attract her attention like this, he was angry with himself, and he was angry with Cui Shumo, angry at his own naivety, angry at her indifference.

Later, he received the divorce agreement she had left him, and he didn't want to believe that she would do it, but in fact, she did, and then simply left.

These days, Zhao Zhiheng guards the empty home alone, and his mind is always full of those undisturbed fragments of life that bore him, he sits on the sofa alone, but his mind is the appearance of Shumo being busy in the kitchen.

"Zhiheng, Zhao Zhiheng, what do you eat at night? Do you want to eat fish? She always consulted him.

"You wash the dishes, and the study is mine today, and I need to prepare for class." Shumo swallowed the last bite of food and ran into the study with a cigarette.

"Zhiheng, do you have any arrangements for tonight? Lele comes back in the evening, let's go out to eat together? She asked Friday morning as she scrambled to put on her shoes.

Zhao Zhiheng once hated such conversations, but now that he has stripped himself of such a life, he feels like he is living in a vacuum, and it has become difficult to even breathe.

Just thinking about it, a doorbell interrupted his thoughts, outside the door was a courier, sent a sample book of the translation of book and ink, he took the book into the study, the bookshelf, a piece of flowers and green are the translation of book and ink publishing, he picked up one of them, he still remembered that this was her first book.

"Zhiheng, Zhao Zhiheng." As soon as he entered the house, he was pulled by Shumo and kissed and hugged him.

"Why are you so happy?" He asked.

"You come, you come." Shumo pulled him.

"Wait a minute, the shoes haven't been changed yet." Zhao Zhiheng looked helpless.

"Look... Shumo pointed to the bookshelf angrily, and there was a lone book on the empty row of bookshelves. "My translation, published, published." She continued to jump and scream.

At night, Shumo nested in Zhao Zhiheng's arms like a kitten, "That row of bookshelves will fill my books sooner or later, Zhiheng, in the future, if our bookcases are all my books, it would be great." Shumo said and looked up at Zhao Zhiheng, her eyes were shining, and she couldn't hide the happy look.

Since when did she start publishing books, one after another, the original row of empty bookshelves has gradually been filled, but when these books were published, Zhao Zhiheng no longer has an impression.

His heart ached, he undoubtedly loved books, but he didn't know how to love anymore. It's not that he doesn't want her these days, it's not that he doesn't worry, he just doesn't know what to do?

And Cui Shumo's coldness just challenges his pride, he doesn't want to bow his head, he knows that in their relationship, from the beginning, he is the one who loves more, he just doesn't want to admit that so many years have passed, he is still the one who loves more, if he can, he also wants to leave, leave this home that makes him open his eyes and close his eyes, his mind will always be full of Cui Shumo, she in pajamas, her wearing an apron, her wearing a bath towel, and even her who is not an inch.

"Dad, don't you have to go to work today?" At this time, Zhao Lele jumped out of his bedroom again, making Zhao Zhiheng even more upset.

"Rest today, but you, ready to spend the whole summer at home doing nothing?" Zhao Zhiheng asked dissatisfiedly, in the past, this kid always found something to do for himself, to learn something, to do something, and he didn't see anyone all day, but this time, he has been resting for a week, and he hasn't seen any movement, but he is annoying to dangle in front of him all day long.

"Maybe you can go see your mother." Zhao Zhiheng suggested.

"I don't think she needs me now, but you, make me a little bothered." Zhao Lele said with a worried face.

"You... Zhao Zhiheng was angry, picked up the pillow on the sofa, and threw it at the son who made him speechless several times.

"Come here." After a while, Zhao Zhiheng said to his son who was standing aside and watching the excitement. I picked up the cigarette on the coffee table, lit one and smoked a few puffs.

"If mom is home, you wouldn't dare do that." Zhao Lele walked to Zhao Zhiheng and sat down, watching his father spitting smoke, with a look of disapproval.

"I look scared of her?" Zhao Zhiheng asked.

"Yes," the son nodded, "it looks like you're a little scared of her." ”

Zhao Zhiheng didn't speak anymore, just smoked quietly, how could he be afraid of her, but he was indeed afraid of her, afraid that she would be unhappy, afraid that she would cry, afraid that she would be sick, afraid that she would be confused, but not afraid of her.

Zhao Zhiheng didn't know what to say for a while, just smoked vigorously.

"Dad," Zhao Lele said after a while, "Why don't we go see Mom together?" ”

"Dad, mom has such a temperament, it's easy to forget you after a long time, Uncle Wen Yang said that my mother liked Uncle Lu Fan when she was young, and she didn't like it when she came back after going to England for a few years."

When Zhao Zhiheng heard this, his eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire, "She dared to forget to try!" The gritted teeth made Zhao Lele stunned.

"Originally, she might not dare, but now she thinks that you are wrong, don't you dare to be open?" Zhao Lele said resentfully.

"You still said, it's not you, if it weren't for you, would she have the courage to go to Shanghai, and the courage to throw me the divorce agreement?" Zhao Zhiheng has been holding back this sentence for a long time.

"It's your problem, what's my business. In fact, I just watched her cry pitifully, deceived by appearances。。。。。。。 Zhao Lele showed embarrassment, and the way his mother, who rarely cried, cried, really made him a little overwhelmed, and then figured out that his father, who didn't shed tears, seemed to be more pitiful, hey。。。。。

"I booked the ticket just now, you hurry up and deal with the company's affairs and take an annual leave, and we will leave tomorrow." After Zhao Lele finished speaking, he ran back to the bedroom with another smoke.

The next day, Cui Shumo, who had been busy all day, was dizzy and followed a few partners who were doing things together on the lively streets, and he had to be so busy for two days, but it was almost over, and the work was nearing the end.

"Mom。。。。。" As soon as Cui Shumo raised his head, Zhao Lele looked proud across the road.

"Lele... Cui Shumo excitedly crossed the road and hugged his son. "Why did you come, you want to kill me." The tone was full of complaints.

Zhao Zhiheng, who had been carrying his luggage and following his son not far behind Lele, had a black face at this time, and the idiot woman first crossed the road regardless of the front and back, and then complained to her son, but she didn't see him ten meters away at all. And her hair, hey, his eyes are going to breathe fire, and a person in his thirties is not stable at all.

"Mom, why did you get a haircut, I almost didn't recognize it just now." Zhao Lele broke free from his mother's embrace and said.

"If you don't like it, cut it off." Cui Shumo said chicly, "By the way, how did you find me?" ”

"Your mobile phone has long been located by me, and I know your whereabouts well." Zhao Lele said with a smug face.

"You stinky boy." Cui Shumo patted his son's head and scolded with a smile.

I usually feel that I am so busy, but now that I see it, I realize that I miss my son so much, "Lele, my mother misses you to death." After that, it was another bear hug.

"Mom, okay, I'm not here." Zhao Lele struggled in Cui Shumo's arms and said helplessly.

At this time, the partner who was originally traveling with Shumo had also followed.

"Shumo, is this your son? It's so big. One of them said.

"Well, I'm ten years old, Lele, say hello to my uncles and aunts."

Zhao Lele called politely, then turned around and shouted, "Dad, hurry up." ”

At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Zhiheng. Zhao Zhiheng, who was standing not far away and watched coldly, walked over at this time.

"Is this your lover? is so handsome, my son looks like his father. One of them said with a smile.

Cui Shumo already had obvious displeasure on his face after seeing Zhao Zhiheng, and saw Zhao Zhiheng coming over calmly, his face was calm and he couldn't see his joy or anger. This made Cui Shumo's originally suppressed little flame burst up all of a sudden.

"This is my ex-husband." Cui Shumo said provocatively.

Sure enough, Zhao Zhiheng's originally calm face suddenly surged, and everyone laughed embarrassedly, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Mom, I'm not an ex-husband yet, I'm a lover。。。。。" Zhao Lele corrected.

"Aren't you going to handle the divorce? Why haven't you dealt with it yet? Cui Shumo turned his head and sprinkled his dissatisfaction on Zhao Lele's head, he said it himself, and he handled the divorce with full authority.

Everyone looked at this outstanding-looking family of three, but why was the atmosphere so strange, the mother was petite and lovely, yes, the father was tall and handsome, and he was very good, and the son was smart and cute, very right, but he always felt that something was wrong.

Everyone reminisced, the mother and son were separated for many days, and the mother was about to tear up when she hugged her son? The son comforted softly with a calm face? Dad looks on coldly and is like a stranger to his wife? This is understandable, perhaps because the two have been or are in the process of getting divorced, but why is the divorce of the parents handled by the ten-year-old son?