After rebirth, I want to divorce every day

Dean Zhang's words gave Wen Quchen a lot of encouragement. He dug out the script and began to carefully read the clips about Zhang Zizhan.

Zhang Zizhan is in his 20s and works as an accountant in a small company. His wife Yan Qu is an elementary school teacher. After three years of marriage, they had a child named Zhang Yankai.

This is an ordinary but hopeful small family, but when the child was diagnosed with autism when he was two years old, it hit the couple hard like a bolt from the blue.

As the child's father, Zhang Zizhan's feelings were unbelievable at first. How could a child who seemed to be healthy and healthy be suddenly diagnosed as sick.Disbelief was his first reaction to this matter.

But it is also because as the father of the child, he cannot always deceive himself. He began to understand autism and took his son for rehabilitation treatment. From patience to collapse and then to cheer up and continue to accompany him, he met Wen Quchen in the rehabilitation center Like those parents in the past, Zhang Zizhan experienced emotions that every ordinary parent would experience.

Wen Quchen carefully read the script word by word. The experience of the past two months allowed him to truly understand Zhang Zizhan, his expectations, his despair, his pain, and his beliefs.For him, Zhang Zizhan is no longer a paper person in the script, but thousands of people around him.

On the last day of being a volunteer, Wen Quchen came early.

According to the usual practice, he first went to the place where the children were cooked, and helped the chef to divide the meals.

Aunt Li, who cooks, doesn't like to watch dramas, and doesn't know Wen Quchen. At first, she curled her lips when she heard that he was a star, thinking that this young man with delicate skin and tender flesh must not be able to last for a long time. She couldn't stand it after staying for two days and left.

Who knew that this young man stayed here for two months, and he also helped the rehabilitation center a lot. Coupled with the friendship of sharing meals with each other every day, Aunt Li expressed that she liked this tall and handsome young man very much.

"Xiao Wen is here. It's early today, and I haven't finished my meal yet." Aunt Li greeted warmly as she put the steamed buns on the drawer.

Wen Quchen took two quick steps and helped her put a stack of drawers on the fire.

"Today is the last day I'm here, and I thought I'd come earlier so I could help a little more."

"Oh, look at what you said. How much you have helped those children. Recently, everything here has been changed, and the children's food has also improved a lot. There are also many teachers who come to apply for jobs. I heard there are still fans of yours."

"I also heard from Dean Zhang that not only this, but other rehabilitation centers in our city have also started to get better because of what you did. You are such a good boy!"

Aunt Li wiped her hands and gave him a thumbs up.

Wen Quchen smiled and said modestly: "This is what we should do. It is said that children are the future of the motherland, we can't treat the future badly, and there is a good saying, no one can suffer for the children. "

Aunt Li was amused by him, she laughed and sighed again, "You said you were leaving so soon, and Auntie is still a little bit reluctant to part with you."

"Don't worry, when I finish filming this movie, I will definitely come back to see you, and I will help you share meals with the children."

"Hey, good! Then you work hard, and you must come back to see Big Mom when you have time."

"it is good."

Throughout the morning, Wen Quchen was doing rehabilitation training with the kid named Qiqi whom he met when he came here for the first time.

Qiqi, who didn't know how to respond at the time, already knew that when his mother hugged him, he gave a small response. Although it might only happen once in a long time, he still saw hope.

Qiqi's mother has also become very familiar with Wen Quchen during this period of time. Seeing Wen Quchen tirelessly performing repetitive movements with her son, she couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Mr. Wen, you are really patient with children, more patient than my mother."

Wen Quchen put the toy in front of Qiqi, and smiled softly, "It's not that I'm patient, it's because I know that the time I spend with them is limited, so I am so patient when we are together. But you are different, you are the child’s parents, and you are tied to him. What I have witnessed is only Qiqi’s progress, but what you have experienced is the difficulty of accompanying Qiqi’s progress.”

He paused and continued, "Actually, Qiqi's mother, you have the right to break down and vent. As long as you cheer up in time, everything is beyond reproach. You and Qiqi are both great."

After hearing this, Qiqi's mother quickly turned her back and wiped her tears silently.

Yes, since the child was diagnosed with autism, she has been working hard to restrain her emotions, for fear of bringing any bad hints to the child.But the long and hopeless waiting and anticipation weighed on her heart like a mountain during the long recovery, causing her to break down and cry many times.

Qiqi's grandparents let go, and Qiqi's father is unwilling to bring his son to the rehabilitation center as if avoiding him. He just concentrates on making money, and Qiqi is only her.

Wen Quchen took out a tissue and handed it over, softly said: "You are already very strong, I believe Qiqi will feel your love for him, and everything will be fine."

At noon, he was discussing the future development direction of the rehabilitation center with Dean Zhang. Dean Zhang was saying that "the country has begun to pay more attention to autism", when he suddenly paused and looked behind him.

Wen Quchen turned around suspiciously, and saw Jiang Ke standing behind him with a smile on his face.

The Jiang family has made a lot of moves in the medical field recently. Before donating equipment to the rehabilitation center, Jiang Ke even came forward directly, so Dean Zhang can say that he is very familiar with Jiang Ke's face.

"Why is Mr. Jiang here? We didn't inform you in advance, we are ready." Dean Zhang got up and greeted him with a smile.

Jiang Ke shook hands with Dean Zhang, with a standard smile on his face, "I'm here to find someone today, Dean Zhang doesn't need to be so polite."

Seeing Jiang Ke's gaze drifting towards Wen Quchen unstoppably, Dean Zhang understood, and the polite smile on his face became more serious, "It turns out that Jiang is always Mr. Wen's friend."

Hearing this definition of the relationship between the two, Jiang Ke looked at Wen Quchen, and seeing that he was indifferent, a trace of disappointment flashed in his heart, and he turned to Dean Zhang and replied with a smile: "It's a friend."

In fact, Wen Quchen, who was sitting by the side, was far less calm than his face.He didn't want the two of them to go back to the days when they blended into each other's lives, but when he heard that their relationship was recognized as friends, he panicked again like a ball of cotton stuffed in his heart.

Now even he himself doesn't know what kind of ending he wants, but he vaguely feels that the relationship between the two cannot go on like this.

Dean Zhang left, and Jiang Ke walked over and sat beside him. The two were speechless for a while, thinking about each other in the cold wind in late winter and early spring.

In the end, Jiang Ke couldn't hold back and opened his mouth first, "Shangchao has already started to put advertisements on the market. It is said that the response is not bad. I guess the sales this time should be very good."

"Yeah, that's pretty good."

Wen Quchen clenched his fists and responded absently in a low voice.

Another gust of cold wind blew, and Jiang Ke raised his hand to touch his cheek, his slightly cool face was covered with warmth, "The face is cold, shall we sit in the room and sit quietly?"

Jiang Ke's teasing like a coaxing child made the string in Wen Quchen's heart tremble again. He avoided Jiang Ke's hand, clenched his hand again as if making up his mind, and said in a low voice: "Jiang Ke, our Divorce has been delayed for a long time, find some free time to go through the formalities."

Hearing his emotionless words, the smile on Jiang Ke's face froze, and his mind went blank. It seemed that the blood in his body slowed down in an instant, and he couldn't tell whether it was the cold weather or the cold heart.

At this moment, his thinking stopped working, he only heard himself asking "why", and the indifferent person threw down the sentence "we'll talk about it when we go back" after hearing someone calling him, got up and ran over, not caring that he was still there Waiting for the answer that has been unsolvable.

He always does.Jiang Ke looked at the back of running away, his eyes gradually became hazy, there were always so many people around him, and he never cared about himself who stayed where he was.His gaze, kindness, and tenderness have been distributed to too many people.If only he belonged to himself.

As soon as such a thought came out, Jiang Ke hurriedly interrupted his thoughts of thinking wildly again, wiped his face in annoyance, thinking that he couldn't think like this, then got up and followed.

What can he do?Wen Quchen can never belong to himself alone, he is so good, there should be tens of millions of people who love him.

In the room, Wen Quchen crouched in front of Qiqi, looking at him tenderly.Qiqi's mother said excitedly at the side: "Mr. Wen, just now Qiqi vaguely said the word Wen, I know he is calling your name, he must know that you are leaving, and he wants to make up for this morning An unexpressed farewell, it must be."

Wen Quchen didn't care about her excited words, but said softly to Qiqi: "Does Qiqi want to say goodbye to me? If so, can you give me a hug so that I know Qiqi is saying goodbye to me. "As he spoke, he opened his arms, waiting for Qiqi to respond to him.

"Brother is saying goodbye to you, can Qiqi give me a hug?"

He kept repeating these words, his arms gradually became sore, but Qiqi didn't respond for a long time.

Qiqi's mother's excited expression gradually disappeared. She smiled bitterly and said, "I'm sorry Mr. Wen, I may have heard wrong, forget it."

He shook his head and said it was okay, just as he was about to take the initiative to hug Qiqi, the little man who had been silent all this time suddenly took two steps forward, hugged him, and threw a warm little ball into his arms.

Qiqi's mother covered her mouth, for fear that her uncontrollable screams would frighten the child, but the reddened eyes betrayed her excitement.

At this moment, this four-year-old child with autism shows the tenacity and surprise of life.

Jiang Ke, who was always standing at the door, looked at the picture of Wen Quchen holding the child with a look of surprise. He had never seen such a Wen Quchen.

He admits that Wen Quchen is a gentle and polite person, but his gentleness is covered with alienation and edges, and his polite manner is full of aggression. Give it a hard stab.

But at this moment, his tenderness is full of softness and harmlessness, and even his smile reaches his eyes more than before.

Just as he was thinking about it, Qiqi's mother, who had calmed down, picked up the child and joked: "When Mr. Wen has a child, he will be a good father."

Hearing this, Jiang Ke's mind flashed Wen Quchen's appearance just now, his eyes trembled, and he looked at Wen Quchen, does he want a child?

[The author has something to say: I'm sorry, sorry, today's update is late, sorry babies. 】