On September 1st, Wang Qiu and Qin Chupei sent Qin Muheng to school with a smile.

Wang Qiu wore a long cyan skirt with an off-white long cardigan, and the whole person looked quiet and soft.

In the car, Wang Qiu looked at her husband in front of her and called the person: "Is your stomach comfortable, I asked Mother Zhang to boil porridge, you go and drink a bowl." ”

Qin Chupei's voice was so light, every word was extremely gentle, and a doting smile appeared on his face from time to time, as if the person on the other end of the phone was a porcelain doll that would break when touched, so he held it extra carefully.

Wang Qiu kept looking out the car window, let's get a divorce, these five words have always been around my heart, and I have come to my mouth several times, but I still haven't said it.

Wang Qiu was not reluctant to be Mrs. Qin's identity, but she really loved him very much back then, and it was love at first sight in her sophomore year, and after that, this man grew like a vine in her heart.

No matter how much she has been making trouble repeatedly over the years, crying and grabbing the ground repeatedly, the result is the same.

She couldn't get his love.

But the love of youth seems to be very tenacious, even in the desert where there are no people, it can take root and sprout with twists and turns.

But in Wang Qiu's eyes, the person who took root for love was another woman.

Wang Qiu was very upset, drove to the store, took out pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and wrote calligraphy.

This writing is an afternoon, and when he came back to his senses and straightened up, he found that it was dark outside, Wang Qiu picked up his coat and closed the door and got into the car.

It was the rush hour after work, Wang Qiu's car was parked on the side of the road, and he turned on the turn signal several times without plugging in the air to squeeze out, so he simply extinguished the fire.

She lowered the window, pulled a cigarette out of her bag, and lit it.

It got dark quickly, and the orange sunset was shining down on her face, and her long hair was casually pulled at the back of her head, fixed with hairpins, and the broken hair was scattered on the side of her face.

The street lights had been turned on, and smoke rings were coming out of her mouth, and the smoke rose in circles, some floating out of the window, and some of her face was covered in smoke.

From a distance, her face seemed to be immersed in haze, and the whole person was quiet, as if the traffic and the sound of the horn had nothing to do with her.

She just immersed herself in her thoughts and melancholy, and then drifted aimlessly.

When it was completely dark, the intersection behind it probably turned into a red light, so there were only a few sparse cars, and Wang Qiu started the car and left.

When she returned home and sat on the sofa, she found that the home was terrible and quiet, she turned on the TV and changed her pajamas to prepare for a shower, only to find that the shower head was broken.

She removed the shower head and felt that it would not be difficult to install it herself, so she wrapped her coat and went to the underground supermarket to buy a new one.

In the elevator home after buying, there was a tall boy standing next to him.

When he got out of the elevator, the man also came out, and Wang Qiu stopped and looked back at him vigilantly.

The man tilted his head and smiled brightly: "I am a new neighbor, my name is Meng Hao." ”

Wang Qiu realized that someone had already moved in on the other side.

This is a two-ladder two-family real estate, when I got married, I bought here, I think this is the city center, the house is expensive, not many people sell, few people.

And the scenery is excellent, this is not the kind of community that is scattered in rows, but a single house.

Wang Qiu nodded and continued to walk, coming out of the elevator, the corridor was about three meters wide and ten meters long, and at the end of the corridor was the entrance door.