The movers next door came in and out, and Liu Xiaoli leaned alone behind the door, clutching her mobile phone tightly in her hand. She couldn't wait to call Lin Yan right now, but she knew that she needed to be patient. If it's impulsive now. Then the next play will not be able to be performed.

After thinking about it for a while, she still called Lin Yan. Before the call was answered, the light in her eyes became eerie. No one wants to abandon her like a mustard, and she Liu Xiaoli is not a garbage that anyone throws away when they run out.

It wasn't until the beep on the call was about to turn into a busy tone that Lin Yan finally answered the phone. "Didn't I tell you to stop contacting me?" His voice was marked with a coldness that he had never felt before.

This sentence made Liu Xiaoli laugh instead of being angry. "You're in the company now?" She asked rhetorically, skipping Lin Yan's question entirely.

In fact, she had already confirmed that Lin Yan was in the company at this time, because every time she was only in the company, this person would not answer her phone until she was busy. Their relationship was so dark, so dark that even if he was in his office, he had to lock the door before picking it up.

"What the hell is going on? Don't waste time with me here, I don't have time to spend with you. Lin Yan was already getting impatient, he didn't like others to entangle, not to mention that he just wanted to use Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli laughed even louder, her smile was mixed with desolation, but unfortunately Lin Yan couldn't see this scene. "Think I'm a burden now? Lin Yan, you really crossed the river and demolished the bridge! Her eyes glistened with tears, but her mouth was still unforgiving.

Before Lin Yan was about to hang up the phone, Liu Xiaoli finally said the point. "Lin Qingqing is moving away and living with Ou Yuanlan." Her voice was cold, with a hint of unconscious crying in it.

Lin Yan, who had no interest in this woman's words, suddenly stopped again. "When?" He asked, the indifference in his tone clearly shifting.

It's really hurtful, it turns out that she Liu Xiaoli has paid so much, and she is not as good as Lin Qingqing. After making a lot of phone calls, he was not interested at all, but when Lin Qingqing was mentioned, he was finally willing to continue chatting.

Liu Xiaoli on the other end of the phone did not answer, but remained silent. Lin Yan was anxious and asked again. "When?" He repeated it again, his tone accentuating a little.

"Move tomorrow." Liu Xiaoli lied, of course, this was also planned by her from the beginning. She is not stupid, she knew that she was being used as a gunman, how could she be discarded without any preparation. It would be naïve to think of her as a fool who doesn't even have a brain for love.

This time it was Lin Yan who fell into deep thought. "You keep an eye on her, I'll come over at night." He explained in a solemn tone.

Liu Xiaoli had a smug smile on her face, obviously, this was the answer she wanted. As long as Lin Yan comes over tonight, she will have a direct showdown. The two have been in love for so long, and the things in her hand are also very unfavorable to him, I believe he should not act rashly.

"Okay." After a faint response, Liu Xiaoli hung up the phone. She leaned against the door, and then slid down little by little until she fell to the ground.

There was an endless stream of moving houses next door, and the noise was very noisy, but Liu Xiaoli laughed. Lin Qingqing finally moved away, and she won't have to be anyone's accessories in the future.

Watching the house he had lived in for nearly five years being emptied little by little, Lin Qingqing had mixed feelings in his heart. Ou Yuanlan was still working on the small sofa in the living room to process documents, she walked into the room alone, and then took out a tin box from the closet.

It was a tin box with cookies eaten, and the blue paint had rusted with time. Gently opened the box, inside were a few hardcover books, and a photo, the only photo of her and her mother.

All the old memories are hidden in this box, and as soon as you open it, the past rushes out like a tide. Lin Qingqing still remembers that this box was given to her by Lin Yan, when she was a child, she was brought to the Lin family, and she only knew how to help her mother do work every day, while Lin Yan and Lin Yu of the same age lived in a world of imported snacks and toys.

Lin Yan, who was also a child at the time, suddenly took a box of biscuits that Lin Qingqing had never eaten at all to her, and smiled softly at her, revealing extremely good-looking dimples and small tiger teeth. How pure it was at that time, but there was no going back.

Lin Qingqing sighed, then picked up the photo and diary of his mother in the box. That's all her diaries since junior high school, and there is Lin Yan's shadow almost every day.

For so many years, whether it was in the Lin family or moving out, she had stored these books well, and now it seems that there should be no need. How beautiful it was then, how cruel it is now.

She covered the iron box, and when she was about to stand up, Ou Yuanlan didn't know when she had appeared at the door. "Don't you take it away?" His gaze fell on the box in Lin Qingqing's arms.

"Don't." Lin Qingqing shook his head. She is a smart person, and she knows that she always has to look forward in this life, and she can't always live in the past.

Ou Yuanlan didn't ask much. "There will be new ones later." He said lightly, then turned and walked out. "The people from the moving company are almost packed, let's go." He reminded.

After taking another look at the box, Lin Qingqing took out the photo of his mother inside, and then threw the diary into the garbage along with the box. When the interruption continues, she will suffer from it, she knows this truth too well.

Walking out of the home where he had lived for five years, Lin Qingqing didn't know what it was like in his heart. She looked up at the tall back in front of her, and for some reason she looked forward to it.

She used to wonder who could take her through this life regardless of her past. But by now, she should have been sure.

Ou Yuanlan, who had been walking in front of him with long legs, suddenly stopped, he turned his head and grabbed Lin Qingqing's hand before he could react. "You're walking too slowly." He rightly said so.

The palms of the two were soft, and when winter came, the whole city was shrouded in a solemn environment. Lin Qingqing's hand was tightly wrapped by Ou Yuanlan's hand, and he didn't feel cold at all. Now they are like an ordinary couple on the street, enjoying the simplest happiness but feeling extremely satisfied.

It wasn't until before getting into the car that Ou Yuanlan let go of Lin Qingqing's hand, and then opened the car door for her. "From today onwards, you are Mrs. Ou." He looked at the eyes of the person in front of him and said solemnly as if he had taken an oath.