The president is committing suicide

The green light came on, Shen Cong walked around the corner, and the willow trees with new buds dyed their branches green.

The willows are like smoke, swaying gently in the wind.

At the end of the road is a beautiful figure that makes people's heart beat.

Ding Jiaying was wearing all white, as gentle white as pearls.

People came and went, and from time to time electric vehicles honked their horns to spoil the view, but Shen Cong was reluctant to take his eyes away.

Ding Jiaying finally saw Shen Cong, but he was unusually silent.

He walked up to her, wearing a hat and a mask.

She had a lot of resentment and sadness and had no place to vent.

"That day at the river bank, the person I saw getting on the bus was you, wasn't it?"

Shen Cong's voice was very cold: "It's not me, you got the wrong person."

Ding Jiaying would never mistake the person, the person she saw that day was Shen Cong.

But the Shen Cong in front of him made people hesitate. He looked like Shen Cong but he didn't feel like Shen Cong.

She pulled off his mask. Her face looked familiar but her eyes looked strange.

Shen Cong didn't react at all, and put on his mask woodenly: "It's been confirmed, don't worry. I caught a cold recently, and I'm afraid of infecting others."

When they passed each other, Ding Jiaying still couldn't believe that it was really this person.

This person actually had such a cold look in front of her, as if she was just a passerby who appeared at any time.

Today is not a good day, but those who are getting divorced still have to queue up to get a number.

After all, you need a good day to get married, and as for divorce, a good day is a good day.

She walked to the machine and Shen Cong handed her a stack of information: "No need. I've already taken it. Fill in the information."

Was he so quick, or are divorced men in a hurry to leave?

The table for filling out documents is very long and has many seats, but divorced men and women usually sit on both sides, clearly separated.

Shen Cong and Ding Jiaying are also far apart.

Shen Cong filled out the form quickly and looked at Ding Jiaying carefully.

She has lost a lot of weight, but is still quiet and stubborn.

While they were waiting quietly, the couple who were filling out the paperwork in front of them started arguing over a trivial matter as if no one was around.

Ding Jiaying felt it was too noisy, so she got up with her things and went outside to hide.

Shen Cong also followed out.

"I'll return your things to you." Ding Jiaying didn't want to take his things.

Shen Cong said in a muffled voice: "The formalities have been completed. Just take it if I give it to you."

"What is this? Compensation?"

Compensation for a scam? But Ding Jiaying doesn't need it. She makes herself look like a poor victim who has never received love.

Shen Cong shook his head: "It's not compensation. I just hope that you will not be with someone you don't love for any reason, whether it's money, power or anything else. Even if you want revenge, you have enough power."

"You are the one I want to take revenge on?"

"Okay."

Ding Jiaying sneered: "As if you were someone who cared about you."

Shen Cong nodded: "It's okay if you don't want it. You can just leave it like this. It's yours anyway, and it's of no use to me."

"Who are you looking down on?" Ding Jiaying was a little angry.

"Consider this my last attempt to threaten you. If you force me to take my things back, I won't get a divorce certificate from you."

"you!"

"You know, the laws in our country are different from those in other places. We only recognize divorce certificates, and both parties must be present in person to process a divorce certificate."

When she married him, Ding Jiaying not only failed to bring him any help, but even brought him a lot of trouble. Now that they are divorced, he forced all his assets on her, and he almost retired at the height of his career.

She couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind.

"Please go to window 27 on the 2th to handle business."

The clerk at the window was skilled in his job. He asked a few routine questions and checked the documents. He then quickly replaced the couple's marriage certificate with a divorce certificate.

Nowadays, divorce certificates are also red books.

Each person gets a book, and both parties are at peace. It is indeed worth celebrating.

After walking out of the marriage registration office, Ding Jiaying watched others go left and right.

They had resolute and disgusted faces, and it would be best if they never had anything to do with each other again. If they met again, they would be enemies, and if they didn't meet with swords, they would spit in each other's faces three times.

There were some good times back then.

What right do I have to worry about others? The red thread of the matchmaker is not even reliable.

The two of them had spent the past few years together by accident, and many of the entanglements had been cleared up here.

His palms were sweaty and he was so nervous that he couldn't hold the pen, so he filled out the form three times.

He was also very handsome when he blushed, and Ding Jiaying couldn't help but kiss him secretly.

This memory that came out of nowhere made the red certificate in my hand seem ironic.

They swore to each other that they would love each other forever, without betrayal, deception, abandonment or giving up.

They smiled until their eyes narrowed, and childishly ran to the riverside and shouted loudly: "We are getting married!"

Who wouldn’t say that this is a couple in love?

It turns out that love can be acted out perfectly, so perfectly that it breaks people’s hearts today.

Ding Jiaying should admit her failure. She cannot distinguish between truth and falsehood, good and bad, and the future.

He walked to the left and took the first step to leave.

Ding Jiaying stood there and watched the man walk farther and farther away, turning a corner and heading for the traffic light intersection.

She started running, not knowing what she was running for or what she was chasing, or what she would say to him when she caught up with him.

She just said she wanted to run, she wanted to catch up.

"Get in the car quickly!"

Shen Cong opened the car door and got in quickly. At the last second when the light turned green, Dr. Liu stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

"How are you?"

Shen Cong covered his head with his hands and looked very unhappy. It was obvious that he was enduring great pain.

He was speechless, his eyes still staring out the window stubbornly, even though he could only distinguish blurry colors.

"Fortunately, they didn't catch up. Let's go to the hospital immediately."

Shen Cong couldn't hear what he said and had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

He murmured only one name, over and over again, the three words rolling between his lips and teeth.

Gasping and holding her knees, Ding Jiaying stared dejectedly in the direction where the car disappeared, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Shen Cong, you've had enough of this, so you're so cruel that you just leave when you say you're going to.

Yes, I have gotten what I wanted, now go away!

dog!

Who wants you!

Who will care about you!

……

No matter how many harsh words you say, you can't be cruel if the person is crying.

The sanitation workers around here are no longer surprised. There are so many sweetness, resentments, reluctances and hatreds on this road that they can’t count them all.

The willow trees here are raised with tears.

"Girl, it doesn't matter. The old doesn't go away before the new comes."

Ding Jiaying didn't care and told herself humbly and almost devoutly that she would cry for Shen Cong for the last time.

She hugged herself, squatted on the busy street, and cried loudly in front of the flashing traffic lights.