She didn't say anything about what I was doing, and she didn't even look up.

Perhaps, in her opinion, I should have done so.

Sitting on the sofa, I considered whether to accept her request to go shopping with her, what was the purpose?

"Are you going or not going?" The witch interrupted my thoughts impatiently.

"I can go, but I have one condition!" After a pause, I looked up and explained to her that I was seriously considering.

"On what terms?"

"The two of them continued to live in this house." I don't want to go around the bend again, so I just point out the stakes directly. As long as they live together, they will have a greater chance of redemption, and the current witch, I can't touch her. I can only get her to accept me again, step by step.

The witch thought silently, and it could be seen that she was not willing to accept this condition in her heart.

"Let's talk about it!" She finally raised her head and accepted my suggestion stiffly. "But that doesn't mean I've changed my mind, you just have to know it."

This stubbornness of her is somewhat unexpected to me, because before these things, our communication on weekdays is relatively harmonious, of course, it cannot be ruled out that many times she is accommodating some of my decisions, although it is some trivial things in life, even if it is really a contradiction, it is not a big deal, but after this incident, I really understand her stubbornness and determination is far from as deep as I understand.

Therefore, I didn't make any answer to the witch's words, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence, because at this time I was not thinking about these, but first meeting her requirements and then going out with her.

I put the rest of the rest of the table back in the big envelope and got up to deliver it to the witch.

"I don't want it, I'll give it back to you!" With that, she walked away alone.

Somewhat childish stubbornness, I think so she is.

Anyway, I put the contents of the envelope in her big satchel, maybe she knew, maybe she guessed.

She took me to the outskirts, the villa she said, and I went in.

Covered in a mess and full of scraps, she pulled out a stack of photos from her bag, and I took them to look at them. It's the photos of this villa before they were smashed, our wedding photos, our sweet wax figures, romantic heart-shaped decorations, and lanterns that say whitehead and old together.

My heart is bleeding.

On the way home, I pulled over in front of a supermarket, and even though I didn't say a word to her along the way, and I didn't express any displeasure or excitement about the music playing in the car, I think she should be able to understand what I mean.

All I can say is that I was wrong, she didn't move in the car, that is, she didn't ask why she was parking, she didn't ask where she was going, she just sat there without talking.

"Get out of the car!" I reopened the closed cab door and bent down to look at my wife in the passenger seat.

"I'm not going, you can go by yourself!" I only saw her lips move, and her eyes didn't blink.

"You always have to have something to eat at home, right?"

The witch thought for a moment, and seemed to think that my words made sense, so she stepped out of the car.

One after the other entered the supermarket.

She walked briskly ahead, and I pushed the cart behind and slowly followed.

I followed slowly, without saying a word, and even if she wanted to, she probably didn't pay much attention to me, and it was seven or eight steps away.

There were a few queues in front of the cash register, and she ran outside without shopping through the early channel, leaving me alone in the queue.

When I swiped the card, I found that there was no money in the credit card. I don't have any extra cash on me.

I had no choice but to shout the witch's name and say this qiē loudly.

I shouted so loudly that many people looked back at me, and then I noticed that maybe I was a little out of shape, after all, it was not a glorious thing for a big man to ask a woman for money.

The witch heard, but ignored me.

After a few screams, I had to tell the little girl to wait, and then walked quickly to the witch.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" After feeling out of shape, I was a little dissatisfied and whispered in front of her. The witch looked up at me with slanted eyes, as if she was a little gloating, but she just didn't speak, and her expression seemed to tell me: It's on purpose, how are you?

"Take the money! There's a lot of people waiting in the back! "I stabbed the witch with my hand.

"I don't have any money, I don't bring it!" Don't overdo it, witch.

"Hurry up, don't let people laugh!"

She turned her head and looked at me puffingly, and I couldn't even make out what that expression was.

I urged her several times, but she didn't move, ignored me, and let me look at her with a complicated mood and eyes.

After a long standoff, she unzipped the envelope and dropped it in my hand, obviously knowing that it was in her bag.

After checking out, I walked out of the supermarket with a lot of things, and she was already waiting in front of the car.

Pulling out my cigarette, I sat down on the stone bench next to me, smoking unhurriedly, making her so angry that I choked.

The witch just stood there staring at me.

"Let's go!" After a long time, seeing that I had no intention of leaving, I simply stepped over.

I didn't move, I didn't make a sound.

"What about you, are you leaving?" My wife kicked me with her toes.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Throwing the cigarette butt, I looked up at him calmly, not wanting to argue. "You're deliberately making me ugly, aren't you? Isn't that interesting? You can't see I'm looking at you, huh? ”

"I don't need to, let's go!" She was impatient and didn't seem to want to reason with me about what had just happened.

"You." The witch was clearly trying to provoke me, but I still hadn't figured out what it would do her to do her.

Either way, I don't want to quarrel with her in the crowded supermarket.

With a sigh, I walked to the car.

The weather is a bit cooler, there are a lot fewer pedestrians on the street, and there are a few people in front of a few barbecue stalls taking care of the shop.

When the car entered the community, the roadside was already full of cars, and it became cautious to pass through these cars. Drive to the parking lot

The witch went upstairs in a graceful posture, which I noticed when we first met, her steps were unhurried, and the sound gap between her high heels was very even, so that in the past when you opened the door, it was obvious that you could recognize her from the other footsteps.

She opened the door, of course, using her own key, the one she had kept in the envelope, but she was not accustomed to putting it on the shoe cabinet beside her.

The witch was busy sorting things out. She's packing her clothes.

I know what she's up to.

"Don't clean up yet, shall we talk for a while?" Walk behind her and watch her busy back in front of the closet.

She didn't answer, she didn't mean to stop, and went on with what she was doing.

The clothes were neatly arranged in the closet, but our clothes were mixed together, and she packed up her own hanging coat and clothes rack to the bed one by one, and dragged the big suitcase out of the balcony.

It's a scene that comes up a lot on TV.

"I said you should stop for a moment, okay?" I simply sat on the bed, clasped my hands to my chest, and expressed a hint of protest at her ignorance and stubbornness.

"I'll talk to you!" Again, I raised my voice.

She didn't even look at me.

Laughing at myself, I walked to the balcony window.

This house is the house she has lived in for many years, with large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the scenery in front of it, not far from the park in the center of the city, although it is not directly opposite, but it is mostly green from here.

At night, the few people under the high lampposts in the square in the center of the park are enjoying the night, and few people have come out to wander the square this night.

The bench chairs and coffee tables on the balcony are also her choices, and what she enjoys most is to drink tea and play with me on the balcony on summer nights, chatting and coquettish.

I wanted to smoke, so I opened the window.

The cold air slowly seeped into the room, and there was nothing refreshing, only a burst of coolness.

She walked over and turned on the balcony light, and shook the drying rack down the wall with her underwear, all of which she packed into her suitcase.

I sat on the wicker chair and waited for her to finish.

"Help me carry this up." She gestured to the box.

"Where are you going so late, can't you talk about it tomorrow?" I blocked the witch's path.

"Get out of the way!" Her voice was soft, but firm.

I didn't move, just stopped in front of the sliding door of the balcony.

"Get out of the way!" She raised her voice and her gaze fell on my face, expressionless.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow!" I was also firm and put my hand on the door frame.

"Will you let me?"

"Don't let it! I'll talk about it tomorrow! ”

"Get out of the way!" She kicked me hard.

"I won't let it!"

"Why are you so loud? I don't want to quarrel with you! Get out of the way! ”

"I said, if you have anything to talk about tomorrow, you just can't do it today.! You said you were going to live here! ”

"There's nothing to say to you, get out of the way! I went shopping. ”

"Forget it, I don't want to quarrel with you, sit down and say no calmly, you can do whatever you want after you finish speaking!" I let go of my hand on the door frame.

She ignored me and walked out.

The big suitcase she packed was the largest one, not to mention a woman, and even I had a hard time lifting it.

At the doorway, she was changing her shoes.

And then there was the sound of the clatter coming downstairs.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the big suitcase, my heart was mixed.

She wasn't going to forgive me anymore, and if she did, she wouldn't have lasted so long, which she had never had.

Of course, I couldn't let her go day or night, but now I couldn't stop her, and there was no familiar footsteps in the stairwell.

Instead of helping her carry the suitcase, I turned and went downstairs.

Downstairs, she stood in the shadows, silently waiting.

"Don't go, I'll go, right? You go upstairs! I paused as I gently closed the security door downstairs.

She looked at me and didn't speak, still standing there.

"Let's go upstairs first, don't freeze. I'll go buy something to eat, and I'll talk about it when I get back! "I opened the security door, meaning to let her go upstairs.

She thought about it, probably because I didn't take down the suitcase she had prepared, and anyway, she went up.

I bought some food and went home, and she sat with her legs folded, her coat still untaken off, her shoes unchanged, and her suitcase set aside.

Maybe she tried it herself, but she probably couldn't take it herself, so she waited for me to come back and continue her stubbornness.

Closing the door and putting the hot food on the coffee table, I sat down across from my wife.

"I'll pour you a glass of water!" It reminds me of the scene where the witch used to talk to me here, but the difference is that it was the water she poured for me.

The water in the water dispenser hadn't moved for a long time, and she hadn't been drinking like that.

The water in the thermos was not hot, and it had been several days, so I had to refill the water and open the kettle next to it. There were no drinks in the fridge, and I bought them at the supermarket just now, but I didn't buy them.

The witch never made any sound about my qiē, just sat there quietly, her eyes focused on somewhere on the side.

"Let's talk!" I pulled out my cigarette and took a puff.

"There's nothing more to talk to you about, I've said everything I need to say." After a long time, she said calmly.

"Don't do that!" I flicked off the ash. "Whatever happens, say it, it's not a good way to go on like this. You tell me? ”

"What else can we talk about but divorce!"

"Are you so interesting?" I sighed. "That's not the solution either, you say."

"That's it!" My wife interrupted me. "I'm dead, what's the use of you saying this now? I didn't ask you for anything, I'll give you whatever you want? What more do you want? ”

"I don't want anything, I just want you!" I shouted.

She cried.

"Don't be so tough, okay? What's in it for you to do this? What's in it for us? Shall I go to Xinhuang to help you? ”

"Don't worry about it!" She coldly wiped away her tears.

"Don't worry about me? So who do you want? Who can help you at this time? At this time, I'm afraid that the only thing that can make her listen to this rational analysis is this.

She sobbed, silent.

I snuff out the cigarette butt. "Also, you mean divorce, right? Then I sue you, I don't agree! ”

"Why don't you agree to the divorce certificates? I'm like this, what more do you want? You're too much of a bully, aren't you? Her sobs began to grow into a wail.

I reached out to her to wipe away her tears, but she knocked my outstretched hand away and wiped it herself.

The water boiled, and I made a cup of green tea and put it on the coffee table to the witch's side.

"Drink some water, you haven't drunk much water today!" To break the silence, I spoke.

"Don't pretend to disgust me here!" The wife snatched the conversation.

"Okay, I'm disgusting with you!"

"If you're a man, you're going to be happy! What's so slimy? She was a little excited.

"I said I don't agree!"

She choked back at me: "We're divorced, and I'm coming back here because I'm used to living here, and I don't like to listen to my parents' nagging." ”

Silent.

The quartz clock on the wall made a sound alone, and the green tea in the glass floated silently, occasionally floating or sinking.

"Yin Ran, do you think you're so interesting? What are you doing with all this? The witch changed her tone to a relatively calm tone after a long silence.

"I didn't spend it with you!" I'm clear.

"Ask yourself, do you still have this home in your head?"

"Why didn't I?"

"Why not? What's on your mind right now? What else do you have, what else do you have? Every day except Saori is Saori! What else do you have? Am I still in your heart? You ask yourself! ”

"Alright, that's all in the past!"

"What do you mean by the past? It's been so long, and it's the first time I've heard you admit that you've been hiding from me for so long, and you haven't even given a positive answer, and you're still not a man? Her excitement escalated again.

"I mean, I'm not looking for her now. Don't rise to height! ”

"Alright! Don't use those nonsense words to embellish you, and rise to height, what height have I risen? Am I not right? "You don't have to look at her, you can guess her expression." Okay, you don't have to admit it, anyway, I don't plan to pursue it now, we have no future. ”

"Didn't you? What are you doing when you're angry, can you say it calmly? ”

"Yes, you're not angry at me! Isn't it just in time for Saori? Is it that you are not right first, and you want to change to the usual you are not angry? Do you think it's possible? It's been so long, I don't know about you? I'm busy with work, is it your excuse? ”

"I didn't blame you anyway!" The witch's words are right, if there is no Saori in the first place, then I don't know how much I will complain about her, a fight is certain, as for the size of the hard to say, so, when I said this, I lowered my head, representing my own acquiescence.

"You know if you complain or not, I don't care about you, and I won't pursue Saori, I'm fulfilling you now, you can do whatever you want, I don't have high requirements, you just get away from it!" She rehashed the same old story.

"I said, can you not say this? Didn't I sue you and I didn't agree? ”

"Yin Ran, you're really one." The wife didn't know what words she wanted to use to express the anger in her heart.

"I don't care about anything, you just have to be fine."

"Come less! Don't you feel disgusted to say this now? Does Saori not want you anymore? You're going back to me now? I sue you, it's impossible! The witch folded her legs again and made a high-flying appearance.

"What are you wondering about? I'm not here for your good? "I'm a little unconvinced by what she said." You think you're very capable, don't you? In terms of Xinhuang's current situation, how do you go on? Your family is all in trouble, and the company is starting to break up, once there is a case, I can at least help you write. ”

"You." She was obviously dissatisfied with my attitude, but she couldn't find words for a while, and was prevaricated on the couch.

"Okay, it's superfluous to tell you anything now, you can do it yourself!" After a while, she regained her calm, but with a sense of detachment and helplessness. "Don't plan for me to live with you, I have no place in your heart for a long time, I know very well, just take this opportunity to make a conclusion, you think about it yourself! I would definitely stay here! Either you go or I go! ”

With that, she left the couch and walked into the bedroom, leaving me alone on the coffee table with the cup of green tea that had not moved all this time.

Before she had finished her cigarette, the bedroom door opened again, and she stood in the doorway.

He glared at me hatefully.

It seemed that he had something to say to me, but he didn't say anything.

"I know why you don't agree!" It took a long time for her to speak, but there was no face-saving appearance in her words and expressions.

"Why?" I turned my gaze away from her back to the cigarette butt.

"Do you think that if you divorce me at this time, people will talk about you? Falling into the well, right? With a contemptuous smile, she seemed to finally see through the look.

"What does it mean to fall into a well? You're using that word too unreliable, aren't you? ”

"Isn't it? If something happens to your wife's company, at this time when you divorce, others won't say anything about you, but if you don't divorce, others will praise you for being a good person, right? ”

"You mean I just found the steps, right?" Understood, so chuckled.

"That's it! You can be described as fame and fortune, marrying a daughter-in-law and celebrating the New Year, right? "She's never been up to the task.

"I said, what kind of thinking logic do you have? After living with me for so many years, do you use these few words to sum up your original choice? Also marrying a daughter-in-law and celebrating the New Year? "To be honest, it's the first time I've seen her attitude, and I don't know how to get angry." I don't want to quarrel with you, I can only say half right about what you think, and I don't want to tell you about your state now, you can rest first. I'll talk about it tomorrow! I extinguished my cigarette and got up to leave the living room.

In the bathroom, I was standing in front of a large mirror.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt a little incredible.

How did you come to such a dead end?

I wish it was a dream.

I want to ask myself in the mirror: Do you regret it?

But what's the use?

It's just self-deception.

The big suitcase that the witch had packed in the living room was still next to the sofa.

I moved it to the master bedroom and took her clothes out again, hung them up, folded them back and put them back in the closet.

The mess on the balcony has also been sorted out, at least it looks more comfortable than the upset mood.

When you are in a bad mood, tidying up your home is also a good relief, and it is better to have something in your hand to be busy than to sit there and think nonsense.

Of course, during this time, I also made the final decision.

She probably hadn't slept all night, and I didn't understand whether her strength was true or not, because I had never seen it, and I had the impression and reality that she rarely did anything against her habits.

Early in the morning, the witch sat on the sofa in the living room with a cigarette in her hand.

She doesn't know how to smoke much, at best she just lights it up and puts it in her hand. Saori will be, Zihan will be, than Saori and Zihan are arrogant and ruthless, but they won't.

"Where's my box?" I had just walked to the bathroom door when her words stopped me. "Show it to me!"

I didn't wash my face at all, I turned back to the bedroom and got my things, and then sat down across from her.

"I'll ask you what about the box!" She raised her voice.

"You don't have to look for the box, don't you just have to go?" Lighting a cigarette, I was ready to say what I decided. "You don't have to go, as for why I sued you last night, I'm sure you can understand. You don't want to be with me, I understand, but you're still here, at least this house is your choice, all the things are also your choice, it's convenient to live, I'll just go! ”

"I don't need you to be so kind!" My wife didn't look at me, but her voice dropped a lot.

"Not well-intentioned, I have my thoughts!" I said most of it in one breath. "You can take my bank card, although your father is five million a month, I am confident that the money in my card can help you a lot. I'm going to stay in a hotel, you can call me if there's something. She was silent, as if she was really thinking about my suggestion. The eyes are still focused elsewhere.

"However, I still don't agree to the divorce, you can think whatever you want, call me if you have something, I won't turn off the phone!"

With that, I got up and went into the bathroom. She was still sitting on the sand and didn't move, and she still had the same expression.

Silently, I packed my things and the box, but it was just my clothes. The feeling of pulling the box out of the door was so heavy that I couldn't breathe. What is this? Why, exactly? My fault, my fault, my fault, my fault, right? I regret it, I'm in pain, I'm insane! No one told me what I was going to do, and the all-pervasive overwhelming pressure was like a mountain, and I couldn't breathe.

After changing my shoes, I gently closed the door and exited the hallway, kicking hard against the wall. Then sit on top of your own box, leaning against the wall, with your head buried in your knees.