Marriage or something.

What the hell is he talking about?

Shen Qinghuan's turning fingertips paused on the back of Lu Ziheng's hand, Lu Ziheng clasped Shen Qinghuan's little hand with his backhand, and he pulled the person into his arms for the second time, "Little girl." But if you keep flirting like this. Dial me, it won't work. ”

The air was quiet, and only the rustling of the ginkgo trees in the old alley could be heard.

Lu Ziheng hugged Shen Qinghuan for a while, and the excitement slowly subsided.

God knows how happy the little girl was when she said she wanted a love that would never break up.

Lu Ziheng still remembers that not long after Ye Lanzhi and Lu Zhenting divorced, the whole person was depressed.

Every night after drinking, Ye Lanzhi would always beat Lu Ziheng, and when he first cried, Ye Lanzhi always pointed at his nose and scolded him for pretending, just like the old man who was good at disguise.

Later, Lu Ziheng's tears dried up, and he slowly learned to lick his wounds alone in the dead of night, Ye Lanzhi knew that he kept a photo of Lu Zhenting, and found scissors to hysterically scratch the faces on the photos.

It was at that moment that the little Lu Ziheng seemed to understand that Ye Lanzhi was not cutting Lu Zhenting's photo, she was such a proud woman, and what she was cutting was her unspeakable past.

When Ye Lanzhi was so drunk that he was unconscious, he would always take Lu Ziheng's hand and say that rich people don't have a good thing, and love is not a good thing.

Later, Ye Lanzhi stopped drinking, she seemed to have an epiphany, quit her job, sold her family property, and had to drag her family to the imperial capital.

However, the imperial capital has a lot of land, and there has always been no shortage of people from outside.

On the surface, Ye Lanzhi looks no different from every migrant worker in Beipiao, and she works very actively every day, and it is precisely because of this that Lu Ziheng feels that she might as well vent all those unpleasantness.

After that, he stupidly threw all the money he earned on his uncle, who couldn't get on the stage.

Lu Zhenting never appeared in their lives again, just like when a neighbor in a small town accidentally asked the child where his father went before they moved, Ye Lanzhi's answer was dead.

The other party was speechless, so he didn't continue to ask.

Maybe only when you say that you are dead, the hearts of those who are not contacted will be better.

Lu Zhenting's business is getting bigger and bigger, to what extent, although Lu Ziheng doesn't know, he has only seen it on the city billboard, watching him become someone else's father from afar, he has pretended to meet countless times, but he has never taken the initiative to recognize each other.

The failed marriage of his parents has become an indelible scar in his heart.

If it weren't for Shen Qinghuan's appearance, maybe Lu Ziheng wouldn't have wanted to fall in love, get married, and have children in his life.

She had been the only light in his dark years, and now his light enveloped him like this, beautifully bringing back the lost tear ducts.

Lu Ziheng's eyes were warm.

Shen Qinghuan didn't know what sad past Lu Ziheng remembered again, she gently patted him on the shoulder with her hand.

Perhaps at this moment, a thousand words are not worth a silent hug.

Time stood still for a long time before Lu Ziheng let go of Shen Qinghuan, and he smiled at her: "Take you to the library?" ”

"Huh?"

Even if the relationship between the two has been confirmed, Shen Qinghuan also understands that if the secrets in Lu Ziheng's heart were not for him taking the initiative to mention and asking himself, he might cause misunderstanding because of his improper tone.