Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

The end of April is at the turn of spring and summer. Sometimes the sky is clear and sometimes it is rainy. Fortunately, today is a good weather. The birds take advantage of the sunshine, get up early and sit on the branches after foraging, chirping non-stop. It is Song Qing. You can't block the noise even if you cover your ears.

Song Qing reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes. The heavy curtains blocked all the light, and the room was pitch-black. Sunlight slowly rushed in from the widening gap, and fell on the log-colored floor, printing a large area of ​​mottled light and shadow.

Song Qing covered her eyes, got used to it for a while, got up and washed.

He looked up, and was startled by himself in the bathroom mirror. He didn't sleep well, with messy bangs, dark circles under his eyes, and pale, chapped lips. His face was haggard, like a frustrated young man who had a night's hangover.

Ever since the recording pen fell into his hands, it felt like a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, making him breathless, unable to eat or sleep well, thinking about meeting Shen Yuguan today, Song Qing felt even more anxious. He didn't feel sleepy anymore, tossed and turned on the bed, couldn't fall asleep no matter what, and finally the sky turned pale, he took two melatonin, and finally fell asleep lightly.

After he packed up and had breakfast, it was past ten o'clock when he arrived at the cemetery.

The clear sky stretches as far as the eye can see, a few sporadic white clouds are dotted in the sky, and the sun is warm on people's bodies. It is a good weather for outdoor outings.

The big signboard of Qishan Cemetery fell at the foot of the mountain, and it could be seen from a distance before he reached the place. He finished the registration with the sacrifice in his arms, and finally freed one hand, and was stuffed with a white chrysanthemum by the cemetery administrator , the administrator smiled kindly, Song Qing couldn't refuse, so she grabbed Bai Ju and went up the mountain.

Qishan is remote and sparsely populated, and just after the Ching Ming Festival, there are very few people who come to visit the grave.

Song Qing walked straight up the path along the mountain side, wild flowers were blooming on the side of the road, he bent down and broke off a branch or two, and put them together with the white chrysanthemum.

Yuanyuan will like it, Song Qing thought to himself, sniffing the fragrance of flowers, but after thinking about it, he laughed at himself again, so small, he might not be able to smell it when he was alive.

The child died at eight months, and when the labor was induced, the facial features were crowded together, and the small arms and legs already looked like a human being. Song Qing was unconscious for the last time when she saw her, and passed out.

Later, it was the old man who cremated the child who had never seen the sky, and no one dared to inform Song Qing of all the procedures.

When Song Qing woke up, the child had already been buried in this small piece of world.

The tombstone was bare, with three big characters of Song Yuan engraved in the middle, and his and Shen Yuguan's names were on both sides. The surroundings of the tombstone were clean, not even a single fallen leaf.

The child's name was Yuan, which was chosen by the old man when Song Qing was just pregnant. The old man felt that the Shen family was sorry for Song Qing, and he was not qualified to engrave Shen Yuan on the child's tombstone, so he took Song Qing's surname.

"Yuan Yuan, Dad dreamed of you last night." Song Qing put down the flowers in his hand and the sacrifices he brought, and he gently stroked the tombstone, the cold touch reaching the bottom of his heart.

The sleep is light, but the dream is more real, the little child is like a glutinous dumpling, holding his hand tightly.

"You hold me and let me take you to kindergarten."

"I said, you are too small! You have to grow longer."

"But you refused, insisted on going, and finally shook off Dad's hand."

"You run forward, you run so fast, I can't even catch up."

"I don't want to chase anymore. I turn my head and wait for you to come back to me."

"But you little rascal, why don't you turn around, Dad... Dad can't find you..."

"You went there...why didn't you turn back..."

"I'm sorry... Dad shouldn't have left you there..."

"I'm sorry... Dad didn't protect you well."

"Sorry…"

Song Qing seemed to have returned to four years ago in a daze. He was lying on the operating bed, and at the moment before anesthesia, he could still feel Yuan Yuan in his stomach touching him weakly, for fear of hurting Song Qing. Light and weak, as if begging Song Qing not to let him go.

When he woke up, his protruding stomach had flattened out, and only the hideous incision on his abdomen proved that the child had been here.

The wind swept away the tears dripping from Song Qing's cheeks, and the suppressed sobs were uncontrollably released from between her fingers.

The sun shone on the man's thin body, but nothing could dispel his chill.

The regular meeting ended earlier than usual, and after Shen Yuguan ordered the secretary, he drove to Qishan by himself.

When he arrived at the cemetery, he looked over from afar and saw Song Qing's figure standing on the mountainside, and his footsteps involuntarily slowed down.

As he got closer, there was a faint sobbing sound in the air.

After arriving behind Song Qing, the sobbing stopped.

Shen Yuguan handed Song Qing a handkerchief, and placed the large, beautifully packaged white chrysanthemums next to some wild flowers.

Song Qing didn't speak, and Shen Yuguan also stood quietly aside.

After a long time, Shen Yuguan suddenly asked, "Are you blaming me?"

There was a rare sense of guilt in this question, Song Qing was stunned for a while before replying hoarsely, "Sir, do you want to hear the truth?"

"Ah."

"Resentment." How could it be possible not to complain, when his husband was the weakest and needed him the most, he was nowhere to be seen, not even a word of condolence, "But I blame myself even more, if I can hold my breath, if I can be more Be smart, if I..."

His child will not be lost.

It is obvious to all that Song Qing likes children. He is still young. After divorcing him, he will naturally have children. He comforted him, "You will have children in the future..."

In the middle of Shen Yuguan's comforting words, he suddenly stopped talking, with annoyed expression on his face.

How could he have forgotten that the doctor said that the possibility of Song Qing having another child is very slim.

Song Qing froze, and slowly came back to her senses, smiled lightly, as if she didn't care much, "Thank you sir."

The wind blew and distorted the wild flowers. Song Qing bent down to straighten the scattered wild flowers. One branch was blown a little far away. He stretched out his hand for a long time, and finally reached it. Shen Yuguan's voice rang in his ears. .

"Feel sorry."

This apology was like throwing a small stone on the calm water, causing ripples, and Song Qing's tears fell down suddenly, dripping on the tombstone, and then one after another, forming a string of tears , rushed out uncontrollably, printing water marks on the tombstone.

The heart-piercing pain spread across his chest, like a blunt knife cutting flesh on his heart. Song Qing could only open his mouth in pain and breathe desperately. It was too painful. How could it be so painful? Not angry.

"You... don't say I'm sorry..." Song Qing cried and gasped intermittently. "I do not need."

Shen Yuguan can be condescending, arrogant, and ungrateful, but he can't say sorry to Song Qing.

In the past eight years of marriage, Shen Yuguan had told him everything, except this sentence.

His apology will not make Song Qing feel happy or comforted, it can only make Song Qing feel how sad she is in this wishful thinking marriage.

He finally gave up and stopped thinking about it, and Mrs. Song dragged him back with her own hands.

Song Qing's crying words erected an invisible wall to isolate Shen Yuguan's outstretched hand.

He had never seen Song Qing like this before, with her bent back bearing indescribable pain and despair, as if she was fragile and about to be blown away in the wind in the next moment.

And the only thing he could say sorry was that Song Qing didn't need it.

[The author has something to say]: Let me tell you about the issues that everyone cares about!

Will be divorced! !Inseparable from how to chase his wife to the crematorium! !But will HE!capital! HE!

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