The snow finally melted, and the road began to become 'damp', Sheng Yang took Sheng Congsu's hand, and began to lose his temper because of the morning school.

"It's so cold, why do you want to go to school?"

"The ground is so slippery, why do you want to go to school?"

"If you can't walk, why do you want to go to school?"

The little girl held her father's hand, wore non-slip shoes, and walked like a little penguin. Sheng Cong Suguang listened to her complaining, but he didn't let go and said Okay, you don't have to go to kindergarten today. Sheng Yang waited for a long time, but his father still didn't react at all.

So, she had to sigh, and then said, "Dad, don't let Mommy come out today." It's cold and wet. ”

Sheng Congsu sent Sheng Yang out of the villa area all the way, the car sent by the auction house had been parked outside, and the little girl said goodbye to her father in a wilting manner, and after thinking about it, she actually instructed: "Take good care of my mother, I'll go home after school." ”

"Okay, goodbye." Sheng Congsu finally answered her.

Sheng Yang finally waved goodbye, and Sheng returned from Sucai. It's a quarter past seven in the morning, Song Ru and I haven't woken up yet, Wu gently pounced on the snow-white pillow, she slept soundly, her lips were slightly open, and her thick and slender eyelashes were gently covering her pale cheeks. Shockingly, the thin arm that 'exposed' out of her pajamas was sickly dry white.

In the dead of night or in the middle of the night, Sheng Congsu always knew that it was so boring, Song Ru and I were about to die, I was really dying, every minute and every second of life was like a sand desperately trying to grasp in the palm of my hand, the more I tried to catch it, the faster it was lost.

Even at the last minute, do you still want to hide it from her? Let her think like this, she lives in a happy family, has a lovely 'daughter' of 'jade' snow, a husband who loves him, brocade clothes and 'jade' food, and anyone or anything can be beckoned.

The truth is too cruel, and it is despicable to hide it from her. Sheng Cong looked at Song Rume calmly, and at this time, she actually woke up.

She is now inconvenient, it is difficult to wake up and turn over, her brain is heavy again, and her eyes are suddenly red. Sick people are always vulnerable, especially for Song Rume now, in the face of Sheng Congsu, who she trusts the most at the moment, she can't pretend to be strong.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Congsu 'touched' and 'touched' her head: "Is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

Song Ru I took down his hand, Sheng Congsu's hand was warm and wet, and the palm of his hand was slightly peeling off the cocoon, which was the trace left by taking the 'hair' pen all year round. She put her hand on it, and suddenly asked a question: "Sheng Qi, why don't we have a wedding ring?" ”

In fact, how can there be no wedding ring? Obviously, there is. Twenty-year-old Sheng Congsu took the gold jewelry handed down from his ancestors and asked a craftsman to remake a pair of rings, and he also engraved the rings himself: S&, Seven and I. But he didn't dare to put that pair of rings on Song Ru's hand in the end, and he is still lying in the old red box, lying in the 'drawer' of his study.

Sheng Congsu's tone was slight and very patient: "What ring do you like?" Tomorrow someone will send it over for you to pick, okay? ”

Song Ru I kept looking at him, didn't she know about her body? Even the children have to accommodate her, and it is really obvious how strict it is.

When she woke up and saw Sheng Congsu, she always felt a breath in her heart, uncomfortable and sad at the same time. probably knew that they had a close relationship, and later I was told that they were husband and wife, and there was a 'daughter'.

These days, he is careful in every way, and his love can be felt by blind people.

It seemed that he really loved her very much. Sometimes when he wakes up at night, he can immediately notice it, kiss her forehead, and coax her like a child.

Song Ru I can see that Sheng Congsu is not a person who talks a lot and is flamboyant, most of the time he is always silent and expressionless, but his narrow eyes can always show a trace of tenderness when he sees her, and he even smiles when he sees her.

Song Ru was stunned for a few seconds, and finally let go of Sheng Congsu's hand, she expressed her intention very clearly: "Sheng Qi, let's divorce." ”

Sheng Cong was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Why do you think so?" ”

Song Ru I turned her face, her eyes were even redder, and she was almost about to cry, and her low tone reached Sheng Congsu's side with the winter sun rushing in from the window in the morning.

"I don't want to bother you anymore. With such good conditions as yours, there should be a lot of 'girl' children who like it. Sheng Yang is still young, I only hope that your future wife can treat her well. ”

"You'll live a hundred years, and I know I'm done."

Her tears finally fell, sliding down her cheeks like pearls.

After Sheng Congsu was silent for a long time, the last thing left in his heart was sadness and embarrassment.

You see, this couple is very affectionate, just like countless families in distress, just like the TV news, the wife took the initiative to divorce for her husband's sake.

But Sheng Congsu had countless voices coming out of his heart, and these voices were weaving all into his mind. These poignant warmth and love breed in the soil of deception and concealment.

Sheng Qi, you are just a liar who takes advantage of other people's illnesses.

Liar, deceived everyone, can you fool yourself?

Song Ru I couldn't get Sheng Congsu's answer, and finally turned her head, she opened her red eyes, and said to Sheng Congsu in a tone of discussion and slight pleading: "Divorce, okay?" ”

Sheng Congsu quickly stood up, shook his feet, and left a sentence: "Don't think 'messy'. He hurried away.

Later, the old aunt came up to bring breakfast, helped Song Ru and me get up 'bed' and washed, and pushed her to go to the video room on the second floor to play time. Sheng Congsu stayed in the study all the time.

He and Song Ru have known each other for nearly ten years, and she has fled from him countless times because she hates him, and only this time, she left him because of pity.

Sheng Congsu was not happy, and at noon, he received a call from the leader of the expert group, asking him when it was convenient for him to have surgery. At the beginning, the conservative treatment was because I had not yet come up with a more ideal plan, and Song Ru's physical condition was not good. However, the blood clot in the skull that compresses the nerve must be removed, otherwise Song Ru's 'sexual' life will not last long.

The location of the blood clot was not good, and the leader meant that he would probably have to have two craniotomys, and finally told him to be fully prepared. Do you want to fight for your life or wait for death? The doctor asked Sheng Congsu to make a decision.

Not long ago, Song Ru asked him, "Do you regret it?" ”

Sheng Congsu remembered that he said that he had no regrets at the time, and Song Rume's sarcastic and cold laughter was still in his ears. But now, he regrets it.

The young 'girl' in the countryside with a shallow smile and low eyebrows is the moon in the water. How could he be standing on the shore and having to take it off? 'Pumping' the river dry, and the moon is gone.

Song Ru: Am I still the gentle, calm and indifferent little girl I was many years ago? She's not anymore, she's full of hatred now, but in the end she forgets everything and feels distressed for him, the enemy.

It's really humiliating, this humiliation was given to her by him Sheng Qi.

And now, he has to decide whether she lives or dies. She is not yet thirty years old, and she will consume her life like this.

Sheng Congsu was in the best position, the golden 'color' of the sun sprinkled on his body, the villa area finally cleared, and the sky was as if it had just been washed, and it was blue.

His heart ached, his eyes were slightly red, and he shed a tear.

"Let me think about it." Sheng Congsu said into the phone.

"You need to do your best, and you can't delay the operation."

"I see."

Sheng Congsu, who hung up the phone, went to the video room, and Song Ru and I were watching a movie on the sand. Her mind is not on the movie, and she can't laugh at the plot of the comedy. Finally, at the end of the movie, the subtitles were released, and she was still a little dumbfounded, just sighing.

Sheng Congsu walked over and stood by the cabinet to pick out a movie for her. The old butler has always liked to be organized, and the movies are all divided into 'doors', and each box is a different style and different type.

In the dim room, there was only the light on the movie projector, Sheng Congsu's broad back shadow was slender, and Song Ru I looked at him carefully and even squatting on the side, and the corners of his mouth smiled bitterly.

"Turn on the lights, I don't want to watch it, I should be ready for dinner, right? Let's go down. ”

Sheng Congsu's hand flipping through the video disc stopped, nodded and said, "Okay." He quickly came over and took Song Ru and me in his arms, and then carried her in a wheelchair with a familiar way, then pushed her to the side of the stairs, and then held her in his arms.

His steady heartbeat, steady pace, and cautious posture no longer mention the matter of "divorce".

When the two of them were eating, Song Ru and I looked at a table of dishes and a long dining table, thought for a while and said to the housekeeper, "Please bring the dishes to the small table in the side hall." ”

She smiled and said to Sheng Congsu: "Don't be so far away from eating, I want to talk to you." ”

"Okay."

They have known each other for nearly ten years, and Song Ru and I have given Sheng Congsu vegetables for the second time. The first time she first met, she didn't hate him yet, and treated him as a friend. It's been so many years, and it's still like yesterday.

"Did the doctor call today?"

Sheng Congsu took a bite of food and nodded: "It's here." ”

"Let's have surgery." Song Ru and I took a sip of soup, as if it was a normal thing, she smiled and said to Sheng Congsu: "I might as well fight like this now." ”

She asked, "What are the odds?" ”

Sheng Congsu's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, he didn't look at Song Rume, and turned to get the spoon to serve the soup.

"Twenty."

Song Ru nodded and only said one word: "Okay." ”

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