"Okay, let's get a divorce."

Song Wenbei didn't know how she could say it so calmly, just like the tone she said when she talked about marriage. It's just that she knows that some things are not what they were back then.

There was a dead silence in the air.

Fu Xinian didn't answer, just forgot about her deeply, and turned to leave. This time, there was not a single word, and there was no pause in the footsteps. His figure gradually blurred, and when he heard a crisp and loud "bang" in his ears, Song Wenbei rubbed his eyes that had already blurred, and truly realized: everything is over.

This unrealistic dream was finally defeated by reality.

Fu Xinian didn't look back again, afraid of seeing her plain face, he couldn't help the urge to press her under him and ravage her, and he was even more afraid of himself, and he didn't want to let go of her again.

However, she has already been sentenced to death by her, so what is the need to shamelessly pursue a reprieve!

He had snatched her from someone else, and now it was time to return Jun Mingzhu......

The sky dawns, everything recovers, and it is a new day.

There was the creaking of suitcases in the room, and Fu Xinian sat on the edge of the bed, holding a cigarette in his hand, the cigarette butt still had a scarlet glow, and the air was swirling with smoke.

Bedroom-corridor-living room-entrance-......

There was a layer of frost on his face, the footsteps in his ears became softer and farther away, and the moment the door closed, Fu Xinian closed his eyes.

Song Wenbei, never to see ...... again

The moment he stepped out of Fu Xinian's house, Song Wenbei's nose was once again sour and uncomfortable. She had imagined countless times that they would be separated, but she didn't expect it to be like today. It wasn't a peaceful breakup, it wasn't an agreed divorce, and his sword-like accusations and questioning gave her the greatest embarrassment, so that she finally had to leave even if she didn't want to withdraw.

They probably won't see each other again......

No, maybe goodbye.

It's just that when they say goodbye, I'm afraid it's time for them to change their red book for green book.

Her ugly duckling finally did not turn into a swan, and lived happily in the prince's pond.

Song Wenbei clenched the letter in his hand, Xiaoyan, wait for me......

boundary

L City is almost the poorest place in the country, with only two trains to and fro, and sleepers have long been sold out. Song Wenbei glanced at the hard seat for two days and one night, gritted his teeth and took out his wallet.

The train at nine o'clock in the morning did not have the slightest morning refreshment.

The carriage was mixed, and the air was even more stinky.

The aunt next to her was snoring and inhaling a bowl of instant noodles, and she didn't seem to smell the disgusting smell around her at all, and the spice smell of instant noodles became more and more than a long distance between the seats, and the irritated Song Wenbei sneezed. She had always regarded instant noodles as her love, but now, she felt the urge to cry when she smelled the familiar smell of instant noodles.

The aunt pursed her lips when she saw Song Wenbei, smiling gently and gently, with a kind of simplicity that is not common in big cities: "Little girl, you are not used to sitting on a hard seat, right?" ”

Song Wenbei shook her head, she is not a squeamish person, she was born with a golden soup spoon like Fu Xinian, and when she was a student, she often bought a hard seat or even went home without a seat in order to save hundreds of yuan in car money. It's just that today, for some reason, I suddenly got bored with the hustle and bustle in the car.

Maybe...... It's because I'm so happy to see everyone else.

The family is crammed into two seats, eating cheap instant noodles, but smiling as if they have the whole world. And she sat alone in the corner, unable to even squeeze out a smile.

"It's not that I'm not used to it, then, it's just a quarrel with my boyfriend, right?!"

The aunt smiled knowingly, and the folds on her face wrinkled like a spring flower. Song Wenbei's hand on the bag stiffened, and then turned his head unnaturally, "No." ”

"That's still a denial." The aunt sighed twice, and then said: "Girl, don't make trouble, go back, look at your fine skin and tender meat, you haven't suffered at a glance, you think your boyfriend is not good to you, but you really experience it in society, only to know that no matter how much he bullies you, he feels sorry for you." ”

Distressed? Song Wenbei shook his head with a smile, unwilling to say any more.

Whether it is love or marriage, it is like a person drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or cold.

The man she faced may have a deep love for her, but she is sure that Fu Xinian has no such thoughts about her. She would rather be covered in the quagmire of society than let him trample under her feet like that.

Seeing Song Wenbei turn her head, the aunt also stopped the persuasion in her mouth and began to concentrate on eating her instant noodles.

Song Wenbei sighed, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and the corners of his eyes were astringent. I don't know if it's because of the lack of sleep last night, or because of that crying in the early morning. It's just that the body is tired, but the mind is very clear.

The car has been driving for more than three hours, and the scenery outside the window has become unfamiliar. The original high-rise buildings have now become low-rise tiled houses, Song Wenbei twisted his neck, feeling that his whole body was stiff and sore.

"Coo", the stomach sounded angrily, Song Wenbei glanced at the few people opposite, a little embarrassed. Just now, the aunt saw Song Wenbei turn her head and laughed again, "After being a Wangfushi all morning, I finally feel hungry." ”

This sentence made Song Wenbei cry and laugh a little, but she still nodded, although it was a nest all morning, the tumbling feeling in her stomach was not fake.

"Girl, do you know how I know you're having a fight with your boyfriend?"

The aunt's face was mysterious, Song Wenbei didn't answer, and she said to herself: "Generally, people who take this kind of long-distance bus will have large bags and small bags with luggage, and at the worst they have to pack several large bags of food. It's not out of a hurry, what else can it be? ”

"What if I had a fight with my parents?"

"Come on, I haven't seen a student use such a big phone."

Song Wenbei looked at the mobile phone she was holding embarrassedly, the gold-inlaid and diamond-inlaid elderly machine finally came in handy, who knows why on the first night of Fu's house, just after arguing with Su Yiruo, her small domestic production finally completely "hiccuped", and she was never able to light up the blue screen again. In the end, she had no choice but to pick up the "outcast" that was thrown on the sofa, used it reluctantly, and was ridiculed by Fu Xinian.

"Sent by my boyfriend?"

The aunt saw that Song Wenbei's expression was a little strange, and she guessed again.

Song Wenbei didn't say anything as a tacit acquiescence, but he was laughing in his heart, this aunt, did she think she was Sherlock Holmes? I guessed her psychology everywhere, but it's strange to say, she was all right?!

"Okay, I won't tease you, let's eat, what a thin-skinned girl."

This time, the aunt turned her head by herself, and Song Wenbei saw that she no longer talked, so she asked for a boxed lunch and ate it slowly.