Time and you are my fault

Returning to Star River Bay again, the two remained silent, and no one made a sound to break the silence.

until the doorbell rang.

Chuy stood near the door, subconsciously walked over to open the door.

The property manager smiled, "Mrs. Zong, the clothes Mr. Zong ordered for you have arrived."

Chuy held the door panel and stood at the door stupidly.

what clothes?
While hesitating, a man's deep voice came from behind, standing beside her, "Okay, come in."

Chu Yi looked at Zong Yanzu, and then at the group of people following behind the property manager.

The reason why I use a group of people to describe it is because there are really more than a dozen people, and each of them is carrying two large boxes in their hands.

Chu Yi got out of the way and looked at Zong Yanzu, waiting for his explanation.

He seemed to forget the agreement he made an hour ago, and took her hand, "I bought you some winter clothes, go and see if you like it."

After speaking, he led her to the cloakroom.

Chu Yi stopped in her footsteps, her eyebrows frowned slightly, "But..."

"For so many years, you have bought all my clothes, let me do it this time."

The store managers of several major brands sent the clothes into the cloakroom respectfully, and then left quickly, as if they had never appeared.

The man led Chu Yi to the three cabinets. Chu Yi followed his gaze, and all the clothes were in her favorite style and color.

At that moment, my heart seemed to be sunk into lemonade, sour and astringent.

If only earlier.

It would be nice if he treated her so well earlier.

Now, it's too late.

At noon, Cheng Xiangyi called. The weather forecast said it would snow today, and asked if they wanted to go back to the manor to eat hot pot.

Chu Yi felt that such an important matter as divorce should always be confessed to the elders, and it could be kept secret for a while, but not for a lifetime.

She said hello.

When the man on the sofa heard her reply, his body stiffened significantly.

But in the afternoon, he still drove Chuy back to the manor.

The weather was very cloudy, and the two people in the car did not speak at all.

When the car turned into the gate of the manor, Chu Yi couldn't help it anymore. She squeezed the bag strap in her hand and asked, "Is your household registration book in your hand?"

When they first got married, because Chu Liantian didn't agree with the marriage, Chu Yi didn't move her household registration into the Zong family, and Zong Yanqi's household registration was also in the Zong family, so there was no change.

With an irritable air all over his body, he squeezed the steering wheel twice, "It's at Mom's place."

"Oh." She nodded lightly.

Chu Yi looked at Cheng Xiangyi who came out to greet her, and said, "Then remember to ask mom."

After speaking, he opened the car door and went out without looking back.

Zong Yanzu crossed the glass of the car and looked at the thin figure from the back. He only felt sour and bitter in his chest, and he couldn't vomit it out at all.

She just couldn't wait to get divorced.

Obviously only the last day left.

But in her heart, it seemed that the only thought was divorce.

Cheng Xiangyi took Chu Yi's hand, and couldn't help but blame, "Hands are so cold, go in and warm them up, isn't Doctor Lan's body conditioning medicine not effective?"

Chu Yi's heart trembled, thinking of those bitter Chinese medicines, she felt a little ashamed of being kind to Zong Yanxi.

When she was angry with him before, Chu Yi threw away all those traditional Chinese medicines, only Zong Yanke stared at her and ate them a few times, and every time he forced them to drink them down.

Thinking of those days, even though it was two months ago, it seemed like a lifetime away.

So when the relationship came to an end, all she remembered was his kindness.

Although not much.

But enough.

For the hot pot for dinner, the elders of the clan seldom eat spicy food, so they made a three-color pot bottom to cater to Chu Yi's taste, and specially prepared authentic spicy pot for Chu Yi.

Chu Yi has not had a good appetite recently, but when she saw the red bottom of the pot, her appetite suddenly came up.

She stared at the food with sparkling eyes, and Zong Yanke, who was watching by the side, was full of tenderness.

Seeing that she was so hot that she stuck her tongue out, she poured a glass of corn juice and handed it over, "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."

Chu Yi glanced at him and muttered, "You don't understand, when you eat spicy food, you have to take one bite at a time so you don't get too spicy."

"Yi Yi is right, you don't eat spicy food, so what do you know?" Elder Zong was dissatisfied with Zong Yan's tone of voice to his daughter-in-law, so he couldn't help replying.

Zong Yanzu shook his head helplessly, and gave Chu Yi a piece of tender mutton with his chopsticks, "Okay, okay, whatever you say is right."

"It's good to know." Cheng Xiangyi couldn't help but go to pick up the food in the spicy pot, but was stopped by Zong's father.

"Yesterday I was still complaining about stomach bloating, don't eat spicy food, eat tomato pot." After finishing speaking, he brought food to Cheng Xiangyi.

Chu Yi bit the mutton that Zong Yanke had brought over just now, her cheeks were bulging, and her big eyes were staring at Zong's father and mother.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, the relationship between my parents is really good, and I'm in my 50s, but I still look like glue.

Who said that there is no true love in the big family, she was the first to refuse.

It's just that such luck is not available to everyone.

Seeing that the little girl was still distracted while eating, Zong Yanke smiled helplessly, and the hand under the table lightly squeezed her fingers, and then picked up vegetables for her.

Chuy felt the warm touch on her fingers, and her heart trembled.

She bowed her head, did not respond, and ate her food obediently.

Just after dinner, the dark sky began to sprinkle ice particles.

Today's weather forecast is fairly accurate, and it has indeed started to snow.

Chu Yi stood outside the door, stretching out her palms to the verandah.

The unformed snowflake turned into a puddle of water the moment it landed on the palm of the hand.

Bitter cold.

Suddenly, her shoulders felt warm.

When she looked back, she saw the man draped a thick cashmere scarf over her shoulders, and there was a familiar woody aroma mixed in, "It's cold outside, don't freeze after eating hot pot."

Chu Yi pursed her lips, and looked at the outside world reluctantly, wondering if the snow could take shape.

Going back to the old house meant that the two of them would have to sleep in the same bed again.

After Chu Yi changed into her pajamas, she hesitated for a while, thinking of going to Cheng Xiangyi to talk about the divorce.

But Zong Yanzhu said ahead of time, "I'll go get the household registration book, let me explain."

"it is good."

She replied calmly.

Zong Yanchu left the room, but Chu Yi kept the same posture and expression just now, not moving for a long time.

Later, she lay down on the bed, pulled up the quilt to wrap herself tightly, and looked at the snowflakes outside the window with her head tilted.

It appears to be no longer ice particles, but real snowflakes.

Flying and falling in the air, Chu Yi slowly closed his eyes, hoping that tomorrow, he could see the white world.

Zong Yanzu knocked on his parents' bedroom door.

Seeing him coming in, Cheng Xiangyi seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and asked, "Come to get the household registration book?"

Zong Yanzu stared at his mother without saying a word.

"I finally came to this point. Today, I saw that Yiyi was hesitant to talk all the time, so I guessed a bit."

She got up from the sofa, went to the safe, took out the account book, and handed it to her son beside her.

The woman's face was full of sadness. In the past, she always looked radiant, but today, the wrinkles around her eyes were a little heavy, and her head was a little swollen.

"Twisted melons are not sweet, maybe there is only so much fate between the two of you."

Cheng Xiangyi lay back on the bed, Zong He glanced at his son and then at his wife.

After sighing helplessly, he climbed onto the bed and began to massage Cheng Xiangyi's head.

The door was gently closed, and Cheng Xiangyi's eyes fainted with moisture, "Tell me, what is this called?"

Zong He pressed his fingers a little harder, "As parents, we can only bless you."