Autumn has entered the first stage of low temperature, Tan Qijing's body can't survive the severe cold, and is declining day by day, and the doctor has no choice but to let him wither like this.

The evening view fell on his serene face, and his brows and eyes were as gentle as they had been at first sight.

Recently, Chu Ying often heard Tan Ji arguing with him, he wanted to take Tan Qijing back to his hometown, it was not a way to stay in Zhongzhou like this, but the happiest time in his life happened here.

He didn't want to go anywhere.

He couldn't help it, he always stood by the bed and shed tears.

There's nothing more painful than watching the people closest to him die gradually, and in just a few months, he's learned to be on his own as a small child.

It's very gratifying to talk about the bird's view.

Whenever I see him, I always have to tell him to take care of Chu Ying.

These days, the doctor has evacuated Tan Quejing's home, and there are fewer people, and in the emptier and quiet space in the house, Chu Ying's presence of fireworks gives a small amount of warmth.

She cooks and cooks for Tan Quejing.

Her cooking skills are much better than when she was in college, and she has lived in the village all these years, and has been trained, helping Tan Quejing to go downstairs to eat, he insists on walking by himself, and he is not weak to that extent.

At this time, not forgetting the gentleman's etiquette, he pulled out the table and chairs for Chu Ying, "Come and sit."

Chu Ying's eyes showed helplessness.

"I should let my aunt cook." Tan Qijing didn't want Chu Ying to do this, but this was what she was willing to do.

"It's useless for me to stay here, just to make some food, nothing." Chu Ying was far less delicate than he thought, "You taste, have you grown?"

The last time I cooked was when I moved in college.

In the new home, Chu Ying cooked, Tan Quejing helped, the two were crowded in the small kitchen, like the most plain and ordinary couple, Tan Quejing stood behind, not like a young elite, more like an ordinary person who fell into the fireworks, picked up the cucumber slices on the table and stuffed them into his mouth.

That small space contains his vision and hope for the future.

What he hoped for had always been as simple as that.

But this time eating the dishes made by Chu Ying, it was more like saying goodbye, Tan Quejing knew that he was the one who had this meal without a meal, so he cherished the moment very much.

"I remember the last time, you blamed yourself for putting too much salt in the soup."

It was the first time that Chu Ying had boiled such a precious hot pot, and with more salt, the taste of the soup changed, but Tan Quejing still drank it all very face-savingly, but at night he was thirsty and found water to drink.

What happened at that time, but now it's interesting to think about.

"I'll never be so sloppy again." Chu Ying said, lowering her eyes.

This table is all light, and it is very face-saving to talk about Que Jing, so he ate more, and followed Chu Ying's words and asked, "What about Song Ying's matter?" Haven't you seen him yet?"

"There's nothing to see about it."

Song Yong's words, Chu Ying didn't tell Tan Qijing, if she let him know, it would affect his emotions, this is her own business, and no one else should be implicated.

Tan Que Jing has done enough for her.

"Why isn't there anything to see?" Tan Qijing asked, this matter is not settled, how can he close his eyes with confidence, "Doesn't he still want to see you?" I'll make an appointment with him."

「…… No need."

Chu Ying hurriedly interrupted him, "Really, no need. He is Song Yong, how can I marry him, even if I really get married as he said, will the life after marriage really be good?"

Tan Qijing opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he was snatched up by Chu Ying, "What kind of person am I, and how can I be worthy of marrying him?"

"Why do you think that?" Tan Qijing was full of distress and confusion, "Then when you were with me, didn't you go to get married? Why didn't you think about it so much in the first place?"

「…… I was a university student, so I could fight for everything except from a rural background." Chu Ying put down her chopsticks, lowered her head, and her hair fluttered on her sideburns, "But what am I now?"

It's a widow who has been married, her husband has died, and she has a lot of beautiful past in the country.

And Song Yong has a bright future, a clean background, and a blank piece of paper.

He was right, even the current Xi Ran is much better than Chu Ying, so why did he divorce Xi Ran and marry her?

Tan Qijing's mind was delicate and sensitive, and he quickly noticed something, "Is there something wrong, something I don't know?"

"Nope." Chu Ying reluctantly smiled bitterly, "Nothing."

*

There have been a lot of calls these days, and Song Yong screened and answered, but after that day, Chu Ying didn't call again, and there was no movement on WeChat.

Song Yong knew that she was like this, she was shallow in love and impatient.

After this time, he decided to cut off with her, so when the phone call came to talk about Quejing, Song Yong didn't answer.

In order to ease his mood, Liang Man proposed to let him go out for a walk, and when the little sister at home had a competition, Song Yong was sent to Dublin by a plane ticket, away from the distractions of Zhongzhou, and concentrated on his future life.

Chu Ying's hesitation and refusal that night was a resounding slap in the face, shattering his persistence and self-esteem, but leaving a strong unwillingness.

As soon as he walked out of the airport, a person rushed in his arms.

The woman's delicate and weak voice broke into her ears, not giving him any chance to refuse, and the driver on the side smiled and took the suitcase and loaded the car.

Song Yong's face was extremely cold, and he grabbed the woman's shoulders and pushed her away, "How old are you, less hugging and hugging like this."

"Can't you hug when you grow up?" Liang Kaiyan is the most favored one in the Liang family except for Song Yong, she is the youngest, she has won everyone's favor, her temperament is spoiled, she hugged Song Yong's waist, regardless of standing on tiptoe, and quickly kissed his face.

"I don't just want to hug, I want to kiss, what's the matter, do you still want to hit me?"

Song Yong won't beat a woman, let alone a cousin, "Okay, don't make trouble."

If he was a child, maybe Song Yong would play with her, but at the moment, he really didn't have that mood, there was endless tiredness on that thin face, and he was so pure that he even had a weak expression.

Liang Kaiyan glanced back, "My sister-in-law, why don't you bring her with you?"

"Didn't my aunt tell you that I was divorced?"

"Divorced?"

Song Yong bent down and sat in the car, Liang Kaiyan followed, shrugged his shoulders lightly after being surprised, took his arm around him, and leaned on his shoulder, "If you leave, you will leave, anyway, in my opinion, no one is worthy of you."

The one who was not worthy of him the most, but did not agree to marry him.

This matter pressed on Song Yong's heart and became a stone that could not be dissolved.

Sensing Song Yong's depression, Liang Kaiyan tilted his head and leaned closer, "What, divorce makes you unhappy, how about I introduce a new wife to you?"