It still hasn't sunny.

A few days of drizzle washed away the soot and dust that filled the air, and the dust that had accumulated on the old glass sliding windows for many days in the summer was gradually washed away.

Greedily sucking in the refreshing cool breeze that had been rolled up in the window recently, Chen Zhao opened his eyes slightly, looked at the time of 10:14 in the morning on the wall clock, and got up dizzy.

He hasn't been out for 5 days.

These days, he is either weak or has a headache and dizziness, plus some troubles and small problems that have suddenly arisen in his body, he can only deceive Xia Qing on the grounds of fever, so as to rest at home.

Of course, Chen Zhao didn't hate this.

These faint sequelae may be very painful, but compared with being on the construction site, braving the rain, being exposed to the high temperature of 38 or 9 degrees, desperately dragging the cement to the sun, it is like a fairyland...

"It's nice to rest."

Chen Zhao still smiled.

He wanted to rest like this for a week or two... The family's money is enough to live on for a month, right? Since that's enough, it's okay to take a break. Besides, it's raining all the time, how troublesome is it to go out and look for a job?

Thinking of this, he changed to a more comfortable position and leaned back on the pillow, leaving behind the thought of looking for a job.

But just as Chen Zhao was about to sleep beautifully, the sudden strengthening of the headache disrupted his plan, so he could only get up with a sense of disgust and walked towards the cabinet next to him, wanting to look through the medicine that Xia Qing bought for himself to cure fever and headache.

But when he flipped through it, he forgot where he threw it, and he really didn't find it. But this home is so big, and it's just a cabinet for things...

Puzzled, Chen Zhao reluctantly rummaged through other drawers carefully, but inadvertently found a locked drawer.

He was a little stunned.

I'm usually too busy to go through these, except for work or work, but I haven't thought that this home has drawers that need to be locked.

'Is this something that puts Xia Qing on?' He thought to himself.

People are curious. Therefore, this drawer that could not be opened made Chen Zhao immediately forget his headache and concentrate on finding the key to this drawer. In the end, the key was not found, but he turned it out.

Sitting on the table and swallowing two pills, Chen Zhao's eyes were still fixed on the keyhole of the drawer, and after staring for a long time, he thought of the set of keys on his body...

After coming here for 8 years, all of Chen Zhao's belongings are the same, and he has no time to touch them at all. And this body itself has a bunch of keys, a total of 3. Two are two doors in the house, and one is a small one I don't know what it is, and I usually don't care about it...

Thinking of this, Chen Zhao's face changed suddenly, and he quickly took out the bunch of keys in the pocket of his pants that he was about to change, and inserted the small key that he didn't know what to use into the drawer that couldn't be opened.

It turned out to be correct.

The key was to open this drawer, and what was hidden in it seemed to be his own.

This made Chen Zhao smile bitterly, he never thought that there were still such things left in this body.

Hawkers, he doesn't understand the same habits. It's just that I can't imagine that this habit hasn't changed after so many years.

With a twist of the key, the drawer opened.

There are two things in it.

Thick book.

and a box that needs to be opened with a combination lock.

"This book..."

Chen Zhao frowned, he didn't move the box, but picked up the book first, flipped through it casually, and turned to the middle page.

January 17th.

Clear.

Today's mood is still as depressed as ever. After all, there is nothing to do, just in a daze and watching TV. It's really boring.

I want to leave this house immediately...

There is just over a year left.

I've got to find a way to get a divorce.

Hey, why did she ask me for divorce...

My daughter is secretly watching me again, and she's still afraid of me. But it doesn't matter, I don't like this kid either....

...

Seeing this, Chen Zhao was stunned.

"Diary?"

His eyes widened.

Sky! Is it the diary of this body?

In fact, Chen Zhao didn't think about how to get the memories of the past eight years, but he didn't have any hope. God can't give him any more memories, right?

But when he saw this thick book that seemed to be his calendar, he didn't know how to describe his mood, a mixture of joy and dismay? Well, almost.

Happily, it seems that you can get the knowledge of the past.

Shocked, on the page he just turned to, he saw something that seemed to want to divorce Xia Qing...

But I don't like my daughter, this is what Chen Zhao feels most inexplicable.

If it wasn't his own daughter, he could understand it. But just by looks, this is obviously biological. And obedient and cute, Chen Zhao himself can't wait to buy her the best in the world, and take care of it, how can she not like this body?

He was going to keep looking, and of course, he was curious about the box. If this is a diary, what is the box in?

Under the entanglement between the box and the calendar, Chen Zhao finally chose this diary that did not require a password, and did not look at the previous one, and turned the next page first.

January 18th.

Rainy day.

Today, I found my mother and took 20,000 yuan to call it.

I don't know how she's doing, but I really want to see her. But after the appointment, there is still a year to go, and when the time comes, I will get divorced, and I will go to Yunnan...

As soon as he saw this, suddenly, the sound of the door opening made Chen Zhao, who was in a trance, startled.

Xia Qing is back?

Chen Zhao didn't have the idea of reading it anymore, he promised that Xia Qing had never read this diary. With his own character, let alone Xia Qing, it's impossible for his parents to show him.

This is a divorce!

This one expresses something that seems to be about making an appointment with a certain woman?

He didn't finish reading it, but he felt that he guessed eighty percent of the same.

What if Xia Qing saw this diary?

Chen Zhao thought of this, his face turned white, is this still necessary? How will he explain it then? Was seen and said that it was not written by himself? This is obviously my own note! Explain what you're traversing? Are you kidding!

He doesn't want a divorce!

Chen Zhao may not have any special love for Xia Qing, but after all, he hasn't known each other for long, which is normal. But Xia Qing is a very good woman, he understands this very well. It's really stupid to leave.

And for his daughter, he loves it from the bottom of his heart, and it is impossible to destroy this family.

Hurriedly locked the drawer and pulled the key back.

But in his panic, he forgot to put his diary in it. But the door was about to open, and Chen Zhao didn't have time to reopen it, so he could only hurriedly throw the diary behind the TV, and quickly sat back on the table pretending to be taking medicine.

"Are you feeling better?" Xia Qing, who came in, smiled with concern when he saw Chen Zhao sitting.

"Ahh Well, much better. Chen Zhao smiled dryly.

"Really? That's a lot. Xia Qing nodded.

In the past few days, her leg has improved a little, although it is still a little inconvenient, but Chen Zhao looks like this, so she can only go to the hospital to accompany her daughter.

Now that he is back, Xia Qing is just afraid that Chen Zhao will be hungry and will prepare lunch for him.

"How's Xiaole?" Chen Zhao laughed dryly.

"Well, I should be discharged from the hospital after a week or so. However, there are still many taboos, and you have to rest at home for a few days. Xia Qing smiled and sat next to Chen Zhao, "What do you want to eat at noon?" ”

Xia Qing's body seems to be born with a very attractive fragrance. The moment he got closer, he pounced on Chen Zhao as usual, making him dare not meet her Xia Qing's eyes in this subtle ambiguity.

"Whatever..."

"Fried rice, then?"

"Okay, it's fine." Chen Zhao nodded. But seeing Xia Qing's wet shoes, he asked, "Will your legs be fine?" This rainy day..."

"It's okay." Xia Qing smiled: "The wounds are almost healed." And the rain in early summer is quite mild, which I quite like. ”

Chen Zhao was stunned for a moment and didn't answer.

After a few experiences in this world, he already hated the rain.

No matter how beautiful or romantic it is, it will always bring him a sense of misfortune.

Summer is hot, and the right amount of rain may be appropriate. But it seems that the rain has been falling a little excessively, as if it is against God who controls everything...

He had a hunch that it must be unfortunate.