Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

The autumn rain suddenly fell in the Spring Mausoleum, and the cold wind and cold dew swept the entire ancient town. The short-sleeved long skirts they wore a few days ago have been replaced by thin coats.

Song Qing came back from Shuangcheng, and hadn't adapted to the sweltering heat of Chunling. She just put on her short sleeves, but the temperature suddenly dropped again. When she was sleeping at night, the window was open, and the cool breeze blew all night, and she fell ill as expected. .

"It's already November, why are you still sleeping with the window open at night?" Lian Yan put the steaming ginger tea in front of the bedside table, closed the window tightly, and then sat down beside Song Qing with peace of mind, feeling distressed Glancing at him, he murmured, "Your physique is not good in the first place, but you will suffer again with this disease."

After the glands failed, Song Qing's physical fitness had already declined precipitously. In addition, when Song Yan was born, the birth cavity was removed, and her vitality was severely damaged. It hurts for a long time.

"Ah chirp—" Song Qing sneezed with great cooperation, the tip of his nose was red from blowing, and his throat was so dry and sore that he said a few more words, as if he was being tortured, "It's okay, don't let my daughter and Yan Yan approach me That's it."

"Still laughing," Lian Yan glared at Song Qing resentfully, stuffed the untouched ginger tea into Song Qing's hand, and urged: "Drink it quickly, it will lose its medicinal properties when it cools."

Once he got sick, the gentle temperament of the Jiangnan water village would disappear completely, and his eyebrows and eyes would be extremely fierce.

But Song Qing prefers Lian Yan's appearance, this is the mother, and if the child is sick, she can still maintain her demeanor.

"I drink, I drink." Song Qing took it quickly, squeezed her nose and poured down half a bowl, the strong spicy ginger flavor mixed with sweet water burst between her lips and teeth, the strange taste made Song Qing frowned and smacked her tongue.

Lian Yan took the bowl contentedly, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, but the next second she caught a glimpse of Song Qing's haggard face, she immediately swayed to the bottom of the valley.

Lian Yan: "You—"

Song Qing wrapped the quilt tightly and fell back into the soft quilt, looked at Lian Yan pitifully, "Mom, I'm sleepy!"

Lian Yan's heart was tightened all of a sudden, "All right, all right, I won't quarrel with you anymore."

"By the way..." Lian Yan hesitated to speak, pointing to the window and made a gesture downstairs, "How should I say it?"

Song Qing felt dizzy and dizzy after drinking ginger tea. At this moment, he made a comeback. He covered his head with the quilt a little annoyed, and said in a muffled voice, "Ignore him!"

Xu Shi was ill, and Song Qing's tone of voice could not help but be a bit willful.

"But..." Lian Yan hesitated, "He doesn't look very good."

The person downstairs stood there for almost half a day, his face pale and trembling, as if he was about to faint in the next second.

At first, Lian Yan didn't recognize who it was, but Lian Fu grabbed Song Qing's books and newspapers and put them in front of her, pointing to the half-length portrait that took up half a page, and compared them for a long time before she could recognize it .

One is radiant, delicate and decent, and the other is haggard and haggard.

Anyone who reads it can't think of a piece.

As soon as Lian Yan knew who was in front of her, she immediately picked up the broom and drove them away, all the tenderness in her bones was exhausted.

Lian Fu, who was standing beside her, was dumbfounded. Was her mother possessed by something dirty?

And Shen Yuguan didn't struggle, and was swept out honestly, but when he stepped out, he staggered a few steps. If he hadn't held on to the door frame, he might have sat down on the ground.

The moment Lian Yan went out, she closed the door without hesitation.

Lian Yan told Song Qing about this, seeing that he didn't respond, she went downstairs to cook without worry, and was busy until the afternoon. If she hadn't seen Shen Yu Guan standing at the door when she went out, like a modern version of Wangfushi, she would have Yan almost forgot that there was such a character as him.

Shen Yuguan's face looked more haggard than in the morning, his whole face was as pale as if ten catties of flour had been sprinkled on it.

Lian Yan fully demonstrated what it means to turn a blind eye. She went in and out several times without looking sideways, but as Shen Yuguan's complexion became worse and worse, Lian Yan couldn't help but softened a bit, and took the opportunity to bring ginger tea to Song Qing , I mentioned this recommendation by the way.

Song Qing slowly got his head out of the quilt, and asked reluctantly, "What's wrong with him?"

"Are you sick?" Lian Yan recalled Shen Yuguan's appearance, pointed to his neck and said, "There is a big piece of gauze on it, and blood is still oozing."

"Is this...?" Song Qing's pupils shrank slightly, and her sore throat was really sore that she couldn't speak a word.

His gaze turned to the window involuntarily. The wooden window sill framed half of the sky, and a few eaves were reflected in the mirror. He tried to raise his body, but apart from the scenery of the ancient town, he couldn't see anyone.

Is he... crazy?Having said that, how could he go for surgery.

"Madman." Song Qing threw her face into the pillow and murmured softly.

Lian Yan asked tentatively, "Do you want to meet?"

Song Qing: "See you!"

Shen Yuguan is trying to force him to soften his heart, even at the cost of his own body, this lunatic!

"See you—"

Before Song Qing finished speaking, Lian Yan nodded calmly, "Okay, I understand."

After saying that, he took the bowl and left quickly.

"hammer--"

Song Qing was confused, what did she understand?

Shen Yuguan leaned against the wall in pain, the anesthesia had passed long ago, the pain was densely packed like ant bites, one wave was not calmed down and another wave rose again, the smell of pheromones coming and going around, curled up with sharp blades, like the wind He shaves on his body, and the cold sweat keeps breaking out, soaking his shirt.

"Come in." Lian Yan opened the door, walked back without even looking at Shen Yu.

Lian Yan returned to the courtyard living room, and waited for a full 5 minutes before the figure of Shen Yuguan staggered in.

In just a dozen or so steps, it was difficult for Shen Yu to look at it. Every time he took a step, it seemed that a hand was stirring crazily in the wound.

"Sit here and wait." There was still ginger tea left, Lian Yan poured a cup and handed it to Shen Yuguan, "Drink some first."

"Thank you." Shen Yuguan restrained himself and tried his best to show a smile that could not be called a smile.

Calculated by the time, Song Yan was about to wake up, and Lian Yan said a few words to Shen Yuguan calmly, telling him to stay in the living room honestly, don't run around, and then went upstairs to take care of Song Yan.

Lian Yan left, and with her pheromone, Shen Yuguan was dying on the edge, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked around. There was an open-air garden in the center of the ancient building, and there were various types of potted plants. Among them, vines climbed the eaves, with branches hanging down, forming a natural sunshade curtain. Two rocking chairs, one coffee table, enjoy the flowers in spring, enjoy the shade in summer.

When the weather was hot, Song Qing would hold Song Yan in her arms, swing the cattail fan leisurely, eat a mouthful of cold watermelon, and chat with the people around her contentedly.

It was cold, so Song Qing moved the rocking chair out a little, and the sun was shining brightly on her body, so she closed her eyes and took a nap comfortably.

He seemed to have seen the spring, summer, autumn and winter that Song Qing lived in this world.

"Mom—" Song Qing went downstairs with his top-heavy body supported, his sick and dull brain just now reacted, Lian Yan must have heard that he was going to see Shen Yuguan, his eyes searched for Lian Yan's figure, " I don't want to see-"

"he--"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Shen Yu watched and heard the sound, and the two immediately looked at each other.

[The author has something to say]: Interview with Zha Gong's psychology version 0.1

How do you get your wife back?

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