dawn will pass

After the lawyer left, it was Ai Luoping's turn impatiently.

Qin Shu, why are you like this... Didn't we agree to divorce?Why do you...

Liu Qin took a sip of tea and replied calmly, since I agreed to the divorce, I must strive for the best interests of myself and my son. As a husband, you cheated, but as a father, you abandoned the responsibility of educating your children. Is it illegal for me to ask for some interest as a wife and mother?Besides, if a man dares to do it, don't he dare to be it?

Ai Luoping was speechless, from the very beginning, Ai Luoping knew that he was wrong, but what about love?Isn't it just so fascinating and crazy?Ai Luoping thought that Liu Qinshu was so perfect that he could accept everything, and even decided to pay her high living expenses every month as compensation. Naturally, his young son wanted to be with him. Liu Qinshu is just a woman, wife, and mother.He lowered his head in shame, and deeply repented what he had done, but he couldn't deny that, in his heart, he still believed that the relationship with Xiang Shujing was sincere and beautiful, and all mistakes were just for his true love. And ignore the responsibility on the shoulders.

Liu Qinshu already guessed in his heart that Ai Luoping was moved to repent, so he took the opportunity to say calmly, how about it, Luo Ping, you and Xiang Shujing will sever ties and no longer communicate with each other. I will let the past go.

What she didn't say was a threat, threatening him that if he insisted on divorce, then she would publish these photos and ruin Ai Luoping's reputation in the whole life circle.

Liu Qinshu is a smart woman, even if she doesn't have Ai Luoping's heart, she still has a bargaining chip to keep Ai Luoping.

Xiang Shujing definitely wouldn't do the same thing, after all, he was the one he cherished, so how could he bear to do something that hurt him?

Isn't the highest state of loving someone is to help the one you love?

Meeting Liu Qinshu may be the luck of Ai Luoping's life, but also the sorrow of his life.

Ai Luoping's brain was in severe pain at this moment. He hated, hated himself for not loving Xiang Shujing enough, and hated himself for being cowardly and afraid of getting into trouble, not daring to go down the chosen path as firmly as Xiang Shujing. Fear, maybe it started from Qin Rui forcing him to break up with Xiang Shujing, maybe it started from the inexplicable reunion with Xiang Shujing in San Francisco, this seemingly beautiful and real relationship is always accompanied by a shadow that makes him tremble, Pounce out anytime and anywhere to blind his eyes and his heart.

He closed his eyes and his body trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Liu Qinshu took his hand and said softly, Luo Ping, it doesn't matter.Everything will pass.

As long as you stop contacting her, we are still the enviable loving couple we used to be.

Ai Luoping buried his head between his arms and murmured, I'm sorry for you.

The setting sun covered the expression on Liu Qinshu's face. She didn't say anything, and quietly hugged the less mature man in front of her. The two of them were silent, and Ai Luoping felt a cool drop or two falling on her face. on his neck.

That was Liu Qinshu's tears of relief.

Xiang Shujing waited for Ai Luoping in the small rented house.

The small house is not big, but it is very cozy. There are posters of Xiang Shujing’s favorite stars hanging on the wall, and there are Ai Luoping’s favorite fruits in the refrigerator. Bringing the fruit over, watching Ai Luoping eat it bite by bite, both of them were satisfied with it.

Before leaving, Ai Luoping told Xiang Shujing that he would give her a surprise.

Xiang Shujing is looking forward to it.

But it has been a long time.

Xiang Shujing neither received a call nor a text message.

Maybe it was still preparing for a surprise, Xiang Shujing excused Ai Luoping like this, until late at night, she couldn't help dialing Ai Luoping's cell phone, it beeped twice and was hung up, Xiang Shujing thought he might There is nothing urgent, even in the middle of the night.

After a while, Ai Luoping sent a text message, which read: Shu Jing, I'm sorry, we can't be together anymore, I'm a family man, I want to take up my responsibilities, as a husband, as a father, Let our youth and ignorance pass away. I am very happy to be with you these days, but I know that I am sorry for you. Please forgive me. If you have any difficulties, please come to me.

young and naive.

These four words deeply hurt Xiang Shujing's heart.

This is the relationship she has identified and stuck to for eight years.

Thinking that my long-term wandering has finally brought me a happy ending, thinking that everything in the past will no longer make me feel sad because Ai Luoping will join hands with me for the rest of my life, thinking that I will go back to the beginning in the end It's beautiful, you can stop.

No wonder this is the young and ignorant Ai Luoping said.

It turns out that the stupidest one has always been himself.

Xiang Shujing tried his best to restrain his emotions, not letting sobs overflow from his throat, but how could he endure the grief at this moment?A painful bang cut through the silent space of the night, she burst into tears, and the grievances of many years poured out, she hated Ai Luoping's unfeeling again, and even more hated herself for being obsessed with obsession, insisting on seeking the feelings she believed in basely, Every time I get hurt, I deserve it.

She clutched the quilt to prevent herself from crying too loudly, but the tears couldn't be stopped like broken beads, one by one, one by one, staining the pillow, skirt and bed, and the overly depressed emotions made her Her body also trembled slightly. In the dark night, she was like a child who had lost her way. She was silently surrounded by sadness and despair, and the ground was covered with cold ashes.

She cried for a long time, and she didn't know when she was tired, sleepy, and tired, so she fell asleep, and half of the tears never disappeared.

What puzzled Ai Luoping was that Xiang Shujing didn't even ask the reason.

He was worried and decided to go to see Xiang Shujing himself, of course, without Liu Qinshu knowing.

Ai Luoping walked to Xiang Shujing's house, hesitated, and knocked on the door anyway.

When he opened the door, he was taken aback. In front of him, Xiang Shujing was thin and out of shape. Her hair was disheveled, her cheekbones were high, her eyes seemed to be two holes dug out, lifeless. Smells strongly of alcohol.

Shujing, what's wrong with you?

Snapped!

Xiang Shujing slapped Ai Luoping across the face, and then closed the door heavily.

The heavy closing sound seemed to break Ai Luoping's heart by the way.

Inside and outside the door, lost soul.

After a while, Ai Luoping left.

Xiang Shujing slumped on the ground in embarrassment, hearing the sound of Ai Luoping leaving, tears came again suddenly.

A few days later, Xiang Shujing's face in the mirror was radiant, and she became thinner, but the haggardness of a few days ago was gone.

Today she decided to go back to her hometown to see her parents and relatives.

It has been eight years, and I am not filial. I am alone, and I don't care about my family.

Perhaps this is the last time to visit them.

When Ai Luoping did not choose her after all, her faith began to collapse, and she suddenly wanted to leave her hometown again like eight years ago, leave this sad place, live abroad, never come back, and never recall the joy of the past , lost.

Xiang Shujing even thought that if his father was willing, he would also like to take him with him.It can be regarded as the best comfort and warmth when I am far away in another country.

Xiang Shujing set off alone like this.

She was sitting in the car, staring at the changing scenery outside the window, her heart seemed calm.Familiar streets, familiar houses, passing through every road, every corner, there is no ups and downs in her heart.

After all, she had dreamed of it for eight years.Even though he is wandering like a cloud and cannot return for a long time, he is still nostalgic for the starting point of the story.

On Xintong Street, the barbecue stalls are as usual, and have not been affected by the approaching Ching Ming Festival.

Xiang Shujing was probably the only passerby on the street who wanted to die. Her expression seemed normal, but as soon as she got closer, she could feel a coldness enveloping her whole body.

She walked into the compound where she used to live, walked to the door of her own house, reached out her hand, and knocked.

No one answered.

She waited for an unknown amount of time.

Still no one.

She simply sat on the steps in front of the door, letting passers-by cast curious glances at her.

From entering the door to waiting for a long time, she didn't see a person she used to know. Suddenly, there was another piece of emptiness in her heart.

Is mother still here?

Xiang Shujing suddenly realized that the few days of living as a walking dead made her realize this problem too late.

It's been eight years, and things have changed. Does my mother still live here?She took it for granted before, but now that she has waited so long, there is only doubt.

This doubt is accompanied by loss, disappointment, and pain.

Xiang Shujing felt abandoned by her loved ones again, her tears were like a faucet turned on, bit by bit, and finally surged, she burst into tears, even though there were many people gathered around, even though children were treating her Reciting the ridicule, the suppressed emotions along the way, at this moment, gushed out like a torrent that burst the embankment. She cried so much that the world was almost pale, and she was extremely embarrassed.

The unfortunate one is always oneself, and the one who suffers is always oneself.Her heart was filled with this thought.

The kind aunt pulled Xiang Shujing up, and asked with concern: "Girl, what's the problem? There are so many of us, so just tell me what's the problem."

Xiang Shujing sobbed and said, "Auntie, I can't find my mother..."

"What's your mother's name?"

"Qin Rui."

The aunt was stunned, because in her memory, there was no such name in this yard.

Xiang Shujing gave up.

I feel the scene from eight years ago reappearing in front of my eyes, the sky full of fireworks, the gentle faces of the people around me, the sweetness of the first kiss, and the overwhelming darkness brought by Fang Lin when he rushed over, boundless and depressing, that night, The beauty is the same, and the cruelty is even worse.

Xiang Shujing left in a daze.

This place is no longer her home, and there is nothing to keep her in her footsteps. She wants to walk the rivers and lakes like the knights she saw at that time, even if there will never be a legend about her.

She walks and walks.

I don't know how long I walked.How far, to a place she is not familiar with.Anyway, in this era of convenient transportation, it doesn't matter where you go, you will go back, except for feelings and time.

She crossed the road, heard the sound of a car braking rapidly, saw a flash of white light, and the wind whistling in her ears, then her consciousness disappeared and she passed out.

Among the onlookers, kind-hearted people dialed 120, and the ambulance arrived soon after, and Xiang Shujing, who was almost soaked in blood, was carried away.