Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

When these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the living room dropped to freezing point in an instant, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

Shen Yuguan remained unmoved, but let go of Song Qing's hand, and looked at the old man silently without avoiding his eyes.

The matter of the divorce, together with the good things he has done during this period, will reach the old man's ears in a short time. Instead of letting the old man hear the rumors that have been colored and processed, it is better for him to say it directly.

No matter how angry the old man is, the most he can do is reward him with a family law, which is better than some unpleasant words.

Sure enough, his voice fell to the ground, and the breath of silence had not lasted for a quarter of an hour. The old man picked up his crutches and slammed directly at Shen Yuguan. His movements were fast and fierce, almost equal to the young man.

Shen Yu watched as the crutches curled up in the wind were about to fall on her, but she didn't move, she just stood there in a daze, as if she was waiting for the stick to come down.

But Song Qing beside him moved.

In the blink of an eye, Song Qing's mind went blank for an instant, and he didn't have time to think about anything. In the next second, he had already rushed towards Shenyu Temple, instinctively blocking in front of him.

Crashing into Shen Yuguan's arms, there was no familiar pheromone smell as expected.

Mr. is taking inhibitors again.

The muffled sound of beating on the body followed with grandpa's exclamation.

"Granddaughter-in-law—"

"you--"

Grandpa's cane knocked him almost to pieces, his emaciated face was instantly pale as paper, his lips turned pale, and his whole body was precariously hanging in Shen Yuguan's arms. Panicked, he stretched his arms around Song Qing.

"Grandpa..." Song Qing pushed Shen Yuguan's hand away, turned around in a nonchalant manner, and stood in front of him, "It has nothing to do with Yuguan, I want to leave."

"You..." The old man's eyes were full of pain, as if the crutch had hit him, "You child..."

The old man backed up step by step, fell into the wooden chair, his anger disappeared with the crutches, and the eyelids drooped, expressing all his sorrow, he pointed at Shen Yuguan, and said sharply: "Get out! "

Shen Yuguan pursed her lips tightly, Song Qing, who stood in front of him, pierced into his heart like a thorn, itching, numb and slightly painful.

He closed the door, his mind was filled with the figures of Song Qing rushing towards him.

The crescent moon hung high in the night, Shen Yuguan lighted a cigarette slowly with trembling hands, and stood by the flower bed.

In the living room, it was as quiet as a tomb.

After a long time, old man Shen let out a long sigh, "Shen Yu treats you badly."

Song Qing reluctantly replied, "No, Grandpa."

"Although I am old and dim-sighted, I am aware of these things, but I always think that you are so good, no matter how blind he is, he will still be able to see, but I never thought..."

"It's my fault..." The old man slammed his cane on the ground, full of regret, "My fault..."

"If you can't force your feelings, how can you blame grandpa."

The old man stared at Song Qing's thin and pale face, and asked softly with a little fear, "Son, do you still love him?"

The old man asked this sentence three times in total.

Once, when Song Qing married into Shen's family and knelt in front of the old man, asking for morning tea, the old man asked.

At that time, Song Qing was immature, pretending to be Shenyu Guan with all her heart and lungs, and he replied: "Grandpa, I love it!"

Once, Song Qing gave birth to a child, Shen Yuguan didn't come back to see him, the old man asked sadly.

Song Qing was stunned for a moment with a haggard face, then he replied: "Grandpa, I love him."

The last time is today.

Song Qing's fingers were curled up in the palm of his hand, and he clasped them once and for all. He suddenly looked down at the ring finger of his right hand, where there was a circle of white marks.

Song Qing shook her head slightly, "Grandpa, I dare not."

?? I don't dare to say a short sentence, which means that the old man understands, and Song Qing understands better.

The old man's eyes were sour, his lips trembled for a long time, and he uttered a complete sentence, "It is the Shen family who is sorry for you."

Let's say goodbye today, and I don't know when it will be when we meet again.

Song Qing resisted the pain from her back, bowed deeply to her grandfather, and the old man quickly reached out to block it.

He bent his waist, and said in a weng voice, "Maybe I won't be able to see Grandpa in the future. Thank you for all these years."

The old man's hands trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't bear to look sideways. Although Song Qing was not his own, but when she married to the Shen family and offered him the cup of greeting tea, he treated Song Qing as his own grandson.

"It's okay if I don't see you in this life. I just hope you can come to grandpa's funeral. I hope to be sent away by my favorite grandson."

The old man changed his address and called his grandson instead of his daughter-in-law.

Song Qing's heart felt as if someone had gouged it out, dripping with blood, piercing pain pressing on his heart, he couldn't breathe, he could only nod his head wearily.

"Good boy, go back." The old man stooped, patted Song Qing's head, and said hoarsely, after finishing speaking, he turned his head first, walked out of the living room and returned to the bedroom.

Song Qing maintained this movement for a long time, until he felt no more pain, then slowly stood up straight and stepped out step by step.

[The author has something to say]: The crematorium is finally approaching!The kids are having fun!