Sir, let's divorce [ABO]

Song Qing walked quickly in the rain, one step at a time, one puddle, splashing water, mixed with mud and splashing on the trouser legs, but he couldn't feel it at all, and his steps never slowed down for a moment.

Rainwater slipped from his chin into his collar, and it was as cold as ice scum, and his breath was chilled together.

He held his breath until he reached the door of the house. Looking back at the original path, he took a heavy breath when he saw no sign of the muscular man, and pushed the door weakly.

There was a sound of dog barking, and he was summoned back with his soul scattered by the rain.

Song Qing returned to a familiar place, all the previous panic was exhausted, he calmed down, and suddenly felt that the strong and strong man looked familiar, although the light and shadow in the deep alley were dim, and the man was backlit and wearing a mask, making it even more difficult to see his face clearly , but there is an intuition that tells him that he has seen this person before.

He searched over and over in his mind, but in the memory of nearly a year, he couldn't find a similar figure.

Song Qing had no choice but to give up, silently keeping an eye on her heart.

Time flies like a white horse, seven or eight days passed by in a blink of an eye, and it rained for a full week in Chunling, sometimes stormy and sometimes drizzle, it all depends on the mood of God.

Since that day, Song Qing has been paying extra attention when going out, but she has never met that person again, and that person seems to have disappeared from the world.

But inadvertently, I met Shen Yuguan a few times, I don't know if Shen Yuguan is not young, or he didn't have a good rest, his face returned to the haggard look he had when he first arrived in Chunling.

And Shen Yuguan didn't know that the Ren and Du's second pulse was knocked open, seeing that he was not like usual, like a dog seeing a fleshy bone, he had to stick to him no matter what, and just greeted him lightly.

If he is willing to stay, Shen Yuguan will naturally not give up the opportunity to get along with him, but when he shows that he does not want to talk to him, Shen Yuguan will withdraw quite consciously.

For example, just now Song Qing took advantage of the rare good weather to go shopping at the vegetable market. The shopping process was refreshing, but the result was extremely tiring. His right hand was full of vegetables, and his left hand was holding a bag of ten kilograms of dogs. food, can be said to be struggling.

Just walking to the entrance of the vegetable market with such big bags and small bags, he was caught off guard and collided head-on with Shen Yuguan.

Shenyu Temple is incompatible with the atmosphere of the vegetable market, just like an arrogant white crane stepping into the messy and noisy chicken farm unintentionally, the eyes of all the poultry are involuntarily looking at that proud figure, but the white crane only After taking a glance at it indifferently, he spread his wings and left the territory that did not belong to him.

Of course, before leaving, Shen Yuguan also asked Song Qing if he needed help, but without waiting for his answer, the bodyguards who were standing scattered, trotted forward with keen eyes, and spontaneously took all the things in Song Qing's hands, If you don't pay me, I will lie on the ground and cry.

Song Qing had no choice but to thank her again and again.

During the whole process, Shen Yuguan only said something to him in a low voice, which was a coincidence, and then along the way, Shen Yuguan didn't say another word.

The two stood in front of each other, Xiahui stretched his shadow and cast it on the stone slab, as if they were walking side by side, clinging to each other.

Shen Yuguan walked behind, saw this scene, and was stunned for half a second, then took out his mobile phone silently, and moved a few steps closer to Song Qing's back, which made the look even more lingering.

He raised his lips slightly, and took a picture of him and Song Qing.

With the sound of "click", Song Qing looked back curiously, only to see Shen Yu staring at the phone, smiling softly.

Song Qing wondered, "What are you filming?"

Shen Yuguan calmly set the photo as a screensaver, then put the phone back in his pocket, "The scenery is pretty good, take a picture casually."

Song Qing hummed, and stopped talking. The weather had been sunny all day, and suddenly it was gloomy. He couldn't help speeding up his pace.

When he came to the door of the house, Shen Yuguan called him suddenly, "Song Qing."

Song Qing looked back hesitantly.

Shen Yuguan took out a palm-sized clay puppet from his trousers pocket. The clay puppet is exquisite in workmanship, and even the hair strands are carefully outlined one by one. The round eyes and round face are everywhere cute, as if shrinking Version of Song Yan.

With guilt in his eyes, he said, "Since Yan Yan was born, I have never been a competent father for a day, and I have never even given away anything. I heard that the clay puppets made by Master Chengtou are beautiful, so I asked him to follow Yan Yan's example. Yan photo made one, can I trouble you to give it to her for me?"

Song Qing's home was his forbidden place, although it was only separated by a wall, it was a place he wanted to step into but could not.

Song Qing didn't have much dislike for Shen Yuguan's self-confession of Song Yan's father, after all, Song Yan was indeed half blooded with him.

As for Song Yan's opinion of Shen Yuguan's father, wait until she grows up to understand the truth. If she is willing to admit it, she will admit it. If she is not willing to accept it, he will not dissuade her.

Song Qing shook her head, "Next time you have a chance to see Yan Yan, you can give it to her yourself."

Although Song Yan was young, he was extremely sensitive about whether he liked it or not. Since the Shenyu Temple was for Song Yan, it was best for Song Yan to decide whether to want this clay puppet.

Shen Yuguan didn't force it, and gently put away the clay puppet, "Goodbye... Xi... Well, goodbye."

Song Qing pushed the door open and entered, her voice circled in the air and floated to the other side of the wall, "Goodbye."

[The author has something to say]: Ah! !I read everyone's comments! ! !Thank you all for your comments!I am even more grateful for some cute long comments ~ let me discover the shortcomings in my writing. 【Quiet Mimi said, I want more】

Because it is the first time to write such a long article, the rhythm, writing style, and blah blah blah, are very weak, and there are still many bugs, so I would like to thank everyone for their support along the way, and I don’t dislike me for being a good talker .

[Finally, thanks to the caterpillar for the reward~]