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This is not the first time that Ye Xiaojuan has filed for divorce. In Jiang Wenbin's memory, there were at least four or five times. Every time, there was a big quarrel, and the quarrel was so intense that it was calm again after the quarrel. It seemed that there had never been such a peaceful beginning. Jiang Wenbin's first reaction was, "Didn't it be agreed that we won't argue today?"

"No noise," Ye Xiaojuan shook her head, she stood up on her knees, "I have everything ready, let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Jiang Wenbin froze in place, watching Ye Xiaojuan enter the bedroom. Rationally, he thought that this might be Ye Xiaojuan's unreasonable trouble again, but there was another voice in his body warning strongly, this time Ye Xiaojuan was serious.

Jiang Wenbin just stood in the living room, he even forgot the existence of that strange young man in the living room, and stared straight at the bedroom door.

Ye Xiaojuan came out, holding an old file bag that her granddaughter didn't want, and smiled gently at Jiang Wenbin, "Let's go, bus No. 34 at the gate of the community, it will take six stops."

Jiang Wenbin stayed there, "What do you mean?"

Ye Xiaojuan said calmly, "Go for a divorce."

Du Cheng listened to the old couple's back and forth negotiations for a long time. To be honest, he felt tired for Ye Xiaojuan. Jiang Wenbin was a university professor after all, and he couldn't understand what his wife said. Ye Xiaojuan spoke clearly. Going to get a divorce, but Jiang Wenbin felt that Ye Xiaojuan was using the divorce to make trouble, and asked Ye Xiaojuan repeatedly what she wanted, and her voice became higher and higher, as if she wanted to quarrel.

Du Cheng couldn't stand it anymore, and raised his voice to cover the words of the two, "She wants a divorce."

Jiang Wenbin's voice was suppressed, and he turned his face away, as if he had just noticed that Du Cheng, a strange young man, had watched the jokes at their house for a long time.

"She regrets marrying you very much, and doesn't want to live with you." Du Cheng's voice was crisp and clear, reaching Jiang Wenbin's ears, like a pot of cold water pouring on the excited Jiang Wenbin's heart.

Du Cheng stood up, and he silently stood behind Ye Xiaojuan, expressing his attitude that he was absolutely on Ye Xiaojuan's side.

Ye Xiaojuan is a strong woman, he did not come here today to uphold justice, Ye Xiaojuan deserves his respect, Ye Xiaojuan never needs help, all she needs is a little understanding and support.

The feeling of being supported by others is so strange, Ye Xiaojuan couldn't help but her eyes turned red, "Jiang Wenbin, I'm really not arguing with you, I've thought about divorce for a long time, you know that, now that the child is grown up, there's nothing for me to worry about Yes, let's get together and get away," Seeing Jiang Wenbin just standing still, she said firmly, "If you don't agree, we will file a lawsuit."

"A lawsuit?" Jiang Wenbin's tone fluctuated, and he looked at Ye Xiaojuan incredulously, "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Jiang Wenbin didn't understand, he pointed to the photo on the coffee table, "Just because of this photo from decades ago?"

"Yes, and no," Ye Xiaojuan said calmly, "Jiang Wenbin, when I married you, I didn't want anything but you. Now I don't want to live with you. It's the same. I don't care about you." It's that simple."

Don't you care about this person?

Jiang Wenbin seemed to be struck by lightning, he seemed to vaguely understand what Ye Xiaojuan meant, but he couldn't believe it, "Ye Xiaojuan, how old are we..."

Ye Xiaojuan directly interrupted his next words, "Yes, I'm almost eighty, with one foot in the coffin, and I don't have a few years to live, so I just want to give myself a good time, even if there are only a few years left , I just want to live a happy and comfortable life.”

"Ye Xiaojuan, ask yourself," Jiang Wenbin pointed to his chest, and he can express himself on this topic again, "Over the years, have I ever treated you badly? Since I went to work, have I made you live a hard day? ?”

Ye Xiaojuan was also well prepared.

"The passbook is on your bedside table. In addition to the expenses at home, the two children's schooling and marriage, I have saved the rest of the money for you. Jiang Wenbin, listen carefully. I, Ye Xiaojuan, have no money." Before I married you, I was able to support myself on my own. After I married you, I provided you with education, made toys for foreign trade, and made all ten of my fingers rotten. I don’t mean to flaunt how bad I am by saying these things. It's easy, and it's not about turning over old scores. I just want to say that I live my life on my own. You are not that important. You don't feel bad about your marriage for so many years, and I don't complain. We don't owe each other, you hurt Go and get the divorce with me quickly, and I want to thank you."

"I don't ask you anything, just one thing." Ye Xiaojuan stood up straight, her old face glowing, "divorce."

The wife who has married for decades has only one request for her husband, and that is to end this marriage that has made her miserable.

As for Jiang Wenbin, he was in a state of confusion. He had quarreled several times over the years, but none of them had irritated him so strongly. He suddenly realized that he was actually the one who wanted to quarrel. There is no right or wrong anymore, only emotional venting, if you want to count in detail who is more wrong in this marriage, this person will undoubtedly be him.

Of course he remembered that when he was studying, Ye Xiaojuan raised his children and sent him money every month so that he could live a decent life in the capital. Entering the bustling capital, the vanity of his body came unexpectedly. When he saw the rustic Ye Xiaojuan, he didn't think much about it, and erased the identity of Ye Xiaojuan's wife in front of his classmates.

For so many years, he tried his best to avoid mentioning this matter. The real reason was that he had a guilty conscience.

The aura of the professor has made him unable to tolerate any room for his own mistakes. He is unwilling to admit his mistakes. For this reason, he keeps avoiding his wife's negotiations, escalates the communication again and again into quarrels, and ends with the sentence "unreasonable". This kind of discussion, so that he can seem to be invincible forever.

Jiang Wenbin's heart seemed to be cut open suddenly by something cold, and he was forced to face the truth in his heart. The despicable part of it was exposed to the sun, and it was red and painful.

Du Cheng didn't speak for Ye Xiaojuan's representative, but he could help Jiang Wenbin speed up his self-knowledge.

"Xiaojuan..." Jiang Wenbin softened his attitude, "I admit that I haven't been good enough to you for so many years..."

Ye Xiaojuan shook her head, "You don't need to say anything, I don't want to hear it."

Now it was her turn to say no.

Unlike Jiang Wenbin, she refused because the words Jiang Wenbin said had lost any meaning to her. Apologies and regrets were meaningless, because Jiang Wenbin had nothing to do with her in her heart from now on. Words and deeds no longer had an effect on her, neither pain nor pleasure.

It took Ye Xiaojuan decades to cut things off with Jiang Wenbin in her heart, so now she is neither sad nor sad, and her mood has never been more relaxed. Now she is only one step away from the last step, and she will be completely relieved up.

"Xiaojuan, let me finish, okay?"

Jiang Wenbin lowered his head and pleaded softly.

Ye Xiaojuan smiled, "After the divorce, you can say whatever you want."

Seeing that it was too soft, Jiang Wenbin's attitude suddenly became stiff, "I don't agree."

"When you get divorced at a lot of age, you can afford to lose this person, but I can't afford to lose this person!"

Du Cheng, who was on the side, was amazed at the speed of the turnaround.

Ye Xiaojuan was not surprised at all. Old men are like children, crying, making trouble and hanging themselves. She probably expected this situation, so she consulted a lawyer in advance.

"Then you wait to receive the subpoena." Ye Xiaojuan's tone also cooled down, "I'll see you in court."

"Pack your luggage," Du Cheng chimed in, "Separate first."

Ye Xiaojuan froze for a moment, then happily agreed, "Little comrade, you are right!"

Ye Xiaojuan was holding the file bag, as if she was holding her own treasure, and couldn't wait to go into the bedroom to pack her things. Jiang Wenbin stayed where she was, and wanted to stop her without thinking, but was blocked by Du Cheng.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Wenbin stared angrily, "You figure it out, this is my home."

"Well, this is your home, you can live here slowly." Du Cheng had nothing to show mercy to Jiang Wenbin, "but it's not Ye Xiaojuan's, so she has to leave."

The young man's obstruction was not something he, an old man, could break through. Jiang Wenbin covered his heart, looking pained, and slowly bent down.

Du Cheng: "What, you have a heart attack?" He raised his voice to the bedroom, "Ye Xiaojuan, Jiang Wenbin has a heart attack."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Xiaojuan hurried out of the bedroom.

Jiang Wenbin, who was bending over, heard Ye Xiaojuan's hurried footsteps, and a slight triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He knew that Ye Xiaojuan still couldn't bear him after being married for so many years.

"How are you? Take some medicine first—" Ye Xiaojuan supported him, took Suxiao Baoxin Pill and fed him, "Swallow it, swallow it first..." Jiang Wenbin swallowed the pill, pressed his chest, still bent over , with a tired look, said slowly: "It's okay, I can't die..."

Ye Xiaojuan breathed a sigh of relief, let go of her hand, and said peacefully: "You take care of yourself at home these two days, the court summons should arrive this month, you must take good care of your body."

Jiang Wenbin froze in his pretentious movements.

Ye Xiaojuan said to Du Cheng, who was about to laugh, "little comrade, please take care of it, and call 120 if there is any situation, and I will go and tidy up."

"You go," Du Cheng said with a faint smile, "Don't worry, he won't die."

Ye Xiaojuan turned around and went back to the room.

Du Cheng said softly to Jiang Wenbin: "Take care of your health, Professor Jiang, you won't be able to get a divorce after you die. I'm so sorry for your messy wife who has been married for decades."

Jiang Wenbin felt that he was really going to have a heart attack.

Ye Xiaojuan walked out of the teacher's apartment building where she had lived for decades.

Jiang Wenbin didn't stop her.

Downstairs, someone greeted Ye Xiaojuan, "Ms. Ye, why are you traveling with so many bags?"

"No," Ye Xiaojuan smiled brightly, "Don't live with him, separate first, the judge will be easy to judge when divorced."

The person who greeted them was stunned.

"Don't call me Teacher Ye, I'm just a laid-off worker, so I don't deserve this title," Ye Xiaojuan waved her hand, "Let's go."

The man waved his hands with a silly face, "Goodbye, Ye... Aunt Ye..."