Women have always been sensitive.

But for this kind of nostalgic sensitivity, Chen Zhao suddenly derived a subtle strange emotion for a while.

Not disgusted, just a little nostalgic.

He thought, if time hasn't changed, he is still 18 years old, but he has the memory of now, what kind of development will everything have? It's fun to think about...

"You remember it so clearly..."Chen Zhao said softly.

Yang Xiaoru said jokingly: "How can you not remember?" If you can know the future, maybe you were chosen in the first place, and it would not be like this if you abandoned Zhang Jun's consciencelessness. ”

“... Come on, besides Zhang Jun, who can you tolerate in your eyes? Chen Zhao said such a sentence by inertia as before.

It's just that after saying this, Chen Zhao suddenly froze and lost his mind.

Came to this body, only 4 months.

But in my mind, the years when I was 18 years old were still in the purpose. Yang Xiaoru's kindness to Zhang Jun seems to be yesterday.

He was silent for a long time, and for a moment he felt that he... It's bad.

"How did you agree to divorce Zhang Jun..."

Chen Zhao's question made Yang Xiaoru stunned, and she turned to smile and said, "What's there to ask." ”

It's just that when she found Chen Zhao's serious eyes, she could only smile slightly bitterly, "Restrained, he's in pain, isn't he?" ”

“...”

Really...

The guilt in Chen Zhao's heart became even stronger.

Yes, after coming to the idea that maybe Yang Xiaoru and Xia Qing would actually be tired of life, he didn't ask, and finally just guessed and imposed the conjecture of 'they are actually tired of it' on them, and this... It's just an excuse for his own mistakes with Zhang Jun...

He asked himself: Isn't it?

Chen Zhao lowered his head.

He knew he was wrong.

If you really don't have a love experience, you think about everything too one-sidedly, and it's too ridiculous.

Maybe... Well, the shelf life of love may have an expiration date, but the person who decides the expiration date is not life, but everyone himself...

Farewell.

Chen Zhao was going home to pick up his daughter, and when Yang Xiaoru sent him to the door, he glanced at the money on the table and said softly, "Thank you..."

Chen Zhao nodded and did not speak. He could only apologize silently in guilt.

....

Chen Zhao rode the bicycle to his home and put it away, ready to go back to drink saliva first and then transfer to the bus to pick up his daughter, but before he entered the house, a small figure pounced on him and hugged his leg.

"Daddy!"

"Why are you back?" Chen Zhao was dumbfounded when he looked at his daughter at home.

"I brought it back." Xia Qing smiled and said, "What's wrong with you, you won't come back until 5 o'clock." ”

"5 o'clock?"

Chen Zhao looked at the wall clock on the wall in astonishment, and when he saw it at 4:57, he sighed helplessly, he didn't expect to stay at Yang Xiaoru's house for so long.

After these hours of rest, Xia Qing's legs are almost better, and she plans to go to work tomorrow. And Chen Zhao didn't refuse this, the family also needs to rely on Xia Qing to earn money and save, after all, what he earns is only enough to subsidize his life.

Touching his daughter's head, Chen Zhao hugged her with a smile, "It's a lot heavier, but in the past few weeks, I've been getting fatter and fatter... But it's good, watch Daddy raise you to be a chubby girl! ”

"Where is she fat? It's just that you have grown a little taller, and you will marry after you get fat? It really is! Xia Qing glanced at Chen Zhao and began to prepare dinner, but Chen Zhao disagreed, and smiled and took on the responsibility of guiding his daughter's homework.

Until seven o'clock, it was the time he could spend with his daughter.

In fact, Chen Zhao wanted to take some space, so he pretended to ask unintentionally what was the reason why Xia Qing did not choose to divorce in the first place. But her daughter is here, and Xia Qing is also busy, so she can only drag it for the time being.

Dinner is also a simple home-cooked meal.

Now there is always a fish that his daughter loves to eat at every meal, and he is a little happy when he recalls the poor and powerless Chen Zhao when he first came to this world. He clearly understands that life is already improving, and the next step... It's about buying a house... Have a home that truly belongs to you!

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"Zhang Jun? Can I help you? ”

"Come out for a meal, I have something to say to you." Zhang Jun is very direct.

"I'm having dinner with my family." Chen Zhao smiled bitterly, "Can you delay for a while?" ”

“... Yes. You're going to go to work even later, right? That's not going to eat, I'll be waiting for you at the same café last time. ”

Zhang Jun hung up the phone.

Chen Zhao could only touch his daughter's head with apologies: "Let your mother teach you homework and literacy later." Daddy is going out. As he spoke, in his daughter's slightly depressed eyes, he hurried to finish the meal and left home.

"Chen Zhao." Xia Qing called out to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Come back and buy a box of mosquito coils, there have been a lot of mosquitoes recently, and Xiaole has been bitten several times."

"Okay."

"Wait..."Xia Qing paused and asked in a low voice, "Is it Zhang Jun and Yang Xiaoru's business?" ”

"I'm not sure, but eighty percent..."

"Hmm. Then you go, be careful on the road. ”

Zhang Jun divorced, and Xia Qing knew it from Chen Zhao that day. Because of the familiar experience, she can always easily have some thoughts about this kind of thing. And this matter is still Chen Zhao's best friend, which makes her care more.

How could Chen Zhao not be clear about Xia Qing's thoughts? He knew the mistakes he had made in the past, but he didn't dare to talk to Xia Qing about it at all...

.....

It's the café with elegant piano music again.

It's just that compared to the last stereo, there is a young girl sitting in front of the piano and playing.

Maybe it doesn't sound that good, but the realism is probably more likable.

"People really like to be realistic." Zhang Jun sighed.

"Or else? Isn't it best to live in the moment? You can't imagine a beautiful woman playing at Beethoven's level, right? Chen Zhao smiled bitterly.

As he spoke, he changed the subject and asked a little seriously, "You didn't come out to talk about the piano when you came out with me, did you?"

"Hmm... What do you think of Yu Yazhi? Zhang Jun asked with a smile.

Chen Zhao sighed in his heart, his face changed slightly, and the premonition that he didn't like slowly came.

He could only pray that it was his own crankiness, and he said honestly, "Although the two of you are always a little unpleasant, you can understand it after knowing each other for a while, right?" She is very nice, works very hard, is very kind, beautiful, gentle, diligent, and understanding..."

"Then what do you think of Yang Xiaoru?" Zhang Jun asked again.

These words made Chen Zhao's face completely change, "What do you mean?" ”

"A lot of times, it's not just like it, it's good to be suitable." Zhang Jun exhaled and said slowly, "Actually, after some time, Yu Yazhi and I are already quite familiar. From the initial dissatisfaction, the misunderstanding was slowly resolved..."

Zhang Jun drank coffee, but this coffee was different from the previous days, there was no sugar, just like the young him, so simple and natural.

"You know from the very beginning that my relationship with Yang Xiaoru is not called love. That's just the responsibility that should be paid when you are young and ignorant. Probably, well, probably what love is that I may not have even touched, I..."

"Zhang Jun!"

Chen Zhao's face changed suddenly.

The sudden noise in this quiet café startled the slender and beautiful fingers of the young girl playing the piano, and the moment the beautiful music stopped, a large number of dissatisfied eyes gathered on Chen Zhao.

It wasn't until the piano continued to sound soon that the gaze that stared at him gradually faded.

Chen Zhao and Zhang Jun, who looked at each other, were left.

With a mixture of disappointment and anger, Chen Zhao shook his head, his eyes full of incredulity.

"Zhang Jun, let me add who Yang Xiaoru is in my eyes. She may not be as empathetic as Yu Yazhi, not as kind and diligent as Yu Yazhi, but she is a woman who loves her family and is willing to give everything for her family. Isn't that the best? It's far better to find someone who loves you than to find someone you love, don't you understand? ”

"She divorced, she just didn't want you to be too tired and uncomfortable, she agreed for you, you know? I think she even believes that you will return to that home one day, because there is your son and a wife who has been with you for more than ten years, but what are you thinking? Zhang Jun! More than 10 years! More than 10 years! It's not a year or two, it's an overnight..."