I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Life will always be back on track. There are still a lot of things in the company waiting for Song Hanzhang to deal with. On the second day after he recovered from his illness, he insisted on returning to the company regardless of Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu's dissuasion to let him take care of himself at home.

The assistant followed him into the office, and quickly reported today's work schedule to him: "Mr. Song, you have a meeting with the directors of the group at ten o'clock in the morning? I have an appointment with you,? I made an appointment with you the day before you fell ill,? You have a dance at six o'clock in the afternoon..."

"The dance party has been postponed," Song Hanzhang said, "don't arrange for me to go out for entertainment in the future."

The assistant hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Song."

Song Hanzhang threw his coat on the sofa, pulled the tie with one hand, and walked to the desk.

"These documents all require your signature." The assistant put the documents in hand that required Song Hanzhang's signature on the table.

"Yeah." Song Hanzhang opened one of them, and said without raising his head, "Go out first."

The assistant carefully closed the office door. Song Hanzhang stopped writing, sat quietly for a few seconds, and then turned to look at the photo frame beside the table. The family portrait taken during the Chinese New Year was brought to the office by the assistant and placed in a place where he could see A place where you can see it as soon as you look up.

Inside is a group photo of Song Hanzhang, Grandpa and Chun Leshui. At that time, no one thought that this was the only and last photo of the three of them.

Song Hanzhang stared at the kindly smiling grandfather in the photo for a moment before looking away, quickly read and signed the document, and asked his assistant to come in and collect it.

It didn't take long for Uncle Xu to come. Uncle Xu of the board of directors in the morning was afraid that he would not be able to handle it alone.

Although Song Hanzhang became the first shareholder of the group after Song Shiqing passed away, he was not a member of the board of directors before, and this time the board of directors will definitely elect a new chairman.

Although the Song family is still surnamed Song, there is only Song Hanzhang who is only 25 years old in the Song family. Those old and cunning directors may not take him seriously, but they may unite to put pressure on him.Song Shiqing had expected this earlier. Although Xu Qing had been following the old man as an assistant, he also held part of the shares in the company and still had real power.

One meeting stayed up until two o'clock in the afternoon amidst various disputes before reluctantly adjourning the meeting. When they left, the expressions on everyone's faces were not good-looking. It probably didn't occur to Song Shiqing that even if he died, he would hold the living to death. Unexpectedly, Song Hanzhang, who has only been in contact with the company's business for half a year, has completely inherited Song Shiqing's methods.

On the contrary, although Uncle Xu didn't help Song Hanzhang too much throughout the whole process, he was very relieved when he walked out of the conference room.

The assistant had booked the restaurant downstairs for them early in the morning. While waiting for the food to be served, Song Hanzhang seemed to have no intention of asking: "Where is Chun Leshui, have you been to the theater?"

Song Hanzhang finally slept on the sofa in Chunle Shui’s room last night. At first he thought he would still be unable to fall asleep, and kept his eyes open every day waiting for the dawn, but I don’t know if it was because of the existence of Chunle Shui that he felt Feeling somewhat safe, he stared at the sleeping figure on the bed, and sleepiness swept over him not long after.

This sleep may be Song Hanzhang's most peaceful sleep since Song Shiqing's death. He didn't dream or wake up in the middle of the night. He slept until six o'clock and was woken up by the biological clock on time.

When he woke up, Chun Leshui was still sleeping, and he still maintained the sleeping posture that Song Hanzhang saw before going to bed.

It was still dark outside the window, and there was no light in the house. The surrounding area was very quiet, except for the faint sound of unknown insects in the grass.

Everything is so peaceful.

Song Hanzhang sat quietly looking at Chunle Water for a long time before he relaxed and prepared to go back to the room to wash up. He took two steps with the quilt in his arms, then retreated and threw it on the sofa before going out.

Chun Leshui hadn't woken up when he left. Although he knew that he would most likely go to the theater, Song Hanzhang still couldn't help asking.

"Not long after you left, Le Shui went to the theater." Uncle Xu said, "Your aunt Xu said that he has been a little anemic recently, and she is going to make some delicious tonic for him tonight, so why don't you go home early and eat together? Old man After you left, you knew about work every day, and Xu Min complained to me countless times, saying that you two were so skinny that there was no flesh on your face."

Song Hanzhang nodded: "I made you and Aunt Xu worry."

"So you and Le Shui have to bring back the meat quickly, otherwise your Aunt Xu will keep nagging me for how long."

Xu Qing went back after dinner, and Song Hanzhang took his assistant to Mr. Li's appointment. After the end, the assistant worked overtime to sort out the materials in the car.

The commercial vehicle drove into the parking lot downstairs of the company. Song Hanzhang nodded upon hearing the words. After getting off the car, the assistant followed him to go upstairs, but saw Song Hanzhang took out the key and pressed a car parked near the elevator entrance.

"President Song..." Don't you work overtime?

I am used to following Song Hanzhang's assistant 007's eye belt to explore every day.

"You should go home too. After sorting out the materials, send them to my mailbox. I'll call you if there's anything to do." After speaking, Song Hanzhang got into the car and drove away.

The assistant looked at the butt of the car that disappeared around the corner, and recalled Mr. Song's indifferent expression when he told him to go home. He buried his head and rushed back to the company.

Didn't Mr. Song think that he didn't work hard enough and wanted to fire him? !

Song Hanzhang went straight to the Shencheng Opera and Dance Theater. The theater door was open, but no one came out. He parked his car on the side of the road and waited for a while. He asked Xu Shuchun if Leshui had returned home and got a negative answer.

Aunt Xu has prepared so many dishes at home, she must be very anxious when they come home to eat.

Song Hanzhang persuaded himself with reasons, got out of the car and walked into the theater. He was familiar with it twice, and he found the rehearsal building of the dance troupe by familiar ways.

As the performance approached, all the dancers in the "Mountain Ghost" group were rehearsing in full swing, and the deafening music could be heard through the door.Song Hanzhang found Chun Leshui without much effort, and he was rehearsing the couple's dance with Chu Lin.

Both he and Chu Lin were wearing exercise clothes that were convenient for movements. They were not broad robes with long sleeves, but slim white clothes and black trousers, which made it easier for them to see every movement of the two sides clearly.

Chun Leshui danced very lightly and softly, her movements were nimble and light, and she outlined the image of a weak woman clinging to others when she raised her hands and feet.

He and Chu Lin were very involved in the dance, obviously both of them entered the role.

Song Hanzhang's eyes focused on Chun Leshui, and the more he looked at him, the more he frowned. He usually wore winter clothes, except that his face looked fat, so he couldn't really feel how much Chun Leshui had lost. After taking the clothes, it can be clearly compared that he looks about two circles thinner than before.

Even Chu Lin, who was only two centimeters taller than him, could completely block him with his body in his arms.

Song Hanzhang didn't make a sound to disturb, and knocked on the door after they stopped after rehearsal.

Chun Leshui sat on the ground as soon as it was over, with his head half down to calm down his exhaustion after exercise. He has been doing this all the time recently, but the same amount of exercise as at the same time was obviously too much for him. When asked why it was anemia, Chu Lin was also worried. Some got used to it, so he went to the side to get water and handed it to him.

Chun Leshui raised his head when he heard the knock on the door, and looked at Song Hanzhang by the door from the mirror, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

【Why is he here again? 】

He drank water while panting, and wiped the sweat from his forehead on his arm by the way.

Chu Lin also looked at Song Hanzhang warily.

Song Hanzhang said: "Aunt Xu asked me to call you home for dinner."

Chun Leshui still remembered what he promised Aunt Xu in the morning. He looked at the time and realized that it was a bit late for practice. He screwed on the bottle cap and stood up from the ground: "Just make a phone call."

Song Hanzhang closed his lips tightly and did not say a word.

"Brother, then I'll go back first." Chun Leshui took off the clothes by the door, just finished speaking, and pressed his hand against the wall, staring at the wall in front of him for a while. It was black for a while, but he gritted his teeth and kept himself from falling down.

"Xiao Chun, what's the matter with you?" Sensing the strangeness, Chu Lin stepped forward worriedly, including Song Hanzhang, who immediately stepped in the direction of Chun Leshui.

Chun Leshui stretched out his other hand to stop Chu Lin. At this moment, he couldn't see anything, and he didn't even have the strength to speak. It took a long time for his sight to return to normal. He turned his head and smiled at Chu Lin: "It's okay." , just a little dizzy."

"Sit down and rest for a while."

"It's okay, maybe I was too anxious just now." Chun Leshui told Chu Lin not to worry, he would go back and eat more delicious food for nourishment, and use the mysterious oriental power - food supplements, to overcome anemia.

He was still in a bad-mouthed mood, which made Chu Lin dumbfounded, and drove him out of the rehearsal hall: "Then go back and eat more."

When he and Chu Lin were playing coquettishly and laughing, Song Hanzhang was watching quietly by the side, and heard Chun Leshui tossing and turning in his heart to praise Chu Lin, which reminded him of the time when he could just hear Chun Leshui's inner voice bar.

It was all watching Chun Leshui acting like a baby to Chu Lin. Compared with the angry state of mind at that time, Song Hanzhang couldn't tell what he was feeling at this time, but he felt quite dazzling.

He couldn't help but wonder what was so special about Chu Lin, what made Chun Leshui so special to him, it was also acting like a baby, but the Chun Leshui who acted like a baby to his grandfather was completely different from the Chun Leshui who acted like a baby to Chu Lin. There is more trust and dependence in my words and behaviors.

Song Hanzhang stared at Chun Leshui with serious eyes, and didn't come back to his senses until Chun Leshui came over and elbowed him.

[Why is Song Gou in a daze at every turn now? Isn't the child stupid? 】

Song Hanzhang nodded to Chu Lin as farewell, and went out with Chun Leshui without saying a word.

The two walked to the car silently, and Song Hanzhang took a few glances at Chun Leshui from the corner of his eye.

Chun Leshui: "What?"

Song Hanzhang was silent for a moment: "Your anemia problem, let Uncle Chen give you a detailed examination?"

"No need." Chun Leshui refused without thinking, and his tone was a bit weird.

There was silence in the car.

[Let Dr. Chen examine me, then I will reveal my secrets. 】

"Chun Leshui..." Song Hanzhang took advantage of the red light and turned to look at him, his eyes were focused and serious, with a sense of oppression, "Is there something you are hiding from me...and Uncle Xu and the others?"

Chun Le looked back calmly: "Song Hanzhang, I have kept many things from you, which one are you referring to?"

He accused Song Hanzhang of being nosy with his eyes, leaving Song Hanzhang speechless.

Recently, because Chun Leshui is too gentle and easy to get along with, Song Hanzhang almost forgot his sharp appearance with thorns all over his body before.

Moreover, Song Hanzhang also knows what he is hiding. Isn't it that they live in the book, Chun Leshui has a mission, and Song Hanzhang is one of the protagonists he wants to match?

Then will he match himself and Jiang Ming?

Song Hanzhang couldn't help sweeping towards Chun Leshui again. His mission is to make himself and Jiang Ming fall in love?

What will happen to Chun Leshui if the task is completed or not?

[tsk. 】

[Look, are you annoying? 】

Chun Leshui kept feeling Song Hanzhang's gaze, which made him a little irritable. He put on his hat and shrank on the passenger seat, completely blocking Song Hanzhang's eyes from the brim of the hat.

At first, Chun Leshui still felt that such a clingy Song Hanzhang was a little strange, thinking that he had just experienced the pain of bereavement, so he used [-]% of his patience to treat him, but the more patient he was, the more Song Hanzhang would lose his sense of proportion Feeling, and then continue to shorten the distance with him, relying on him more and more.

This is not a good thing for Chun Leshui and Song Hanzhang.

After these things, Chun Leshui has completely recognized Song Hanzhang's true nature. No matter how mature he looks, no matter how decisive and domineering he is in the business world, in fact, there will always be a wounded little boy hidden in his heart, the first one to pull him out of the mud The person is Song Shiqing, and he is Song Hanzhang's grandfather. It is not a problem for Song Hanzhang to rely on him.

When Song Shiqing passed away, Song Hanzhang would probably collapse if he didn't rely on someone, so he transferred all his emotions to Chun Leshui. Although Chun Leshui didn't know why he chose him, he was not a fool, so he could feel it naturally. .

But to be honest, he didn't want to carry Song Hanzhang's feelings that seemed cumbersome to him.

"Song Hanzhang." Chun Leshui said suddenly, he didn't lift his hat, nor did he open his eyes under the brim, "Since you're already healed, let's take some time to get a divorce."

Song Hanzhang's hand holding the steering wheel paused for a long while without making a sound.

Chun Leshui lightly raised the brim of her hat with two fingers, and looked over suspiciously.

Song Hanzhang looked forward, his jaw was tense, and the veins on his neck were slightly protruding, obviously trying to suppress something.

[He doesn't want a divorce, does he? 】

[This is not acceptable. 】

"Song Hanzhang, you—" Don't forget our previous appointment.

Chun Leshui wanted to remind him, but was interrupted by Song Hanzhang: "OK."

That night, Chun Leshui was knocked on the door by Song Hanzhang before he went to bed. He had obviously just taken a shower. He was wearing soft silk pajamas, his hair was slightly damp on his forehead, and he looked like a domineering man in a suit and leather shoes during the day. Always looks childish.

"I'll take the quilt." Song Hanzhang said.

The quilt that Song Hanzhang left in Chunle Shui's room in the morning was still rolled up on the sofa as it was, but how could there be such a quilt at home, Chun Leshui didn't say anything, turned around and picked up the quilt on the sofa and stuffed it into Song Hanzhang's arms.

After getting what he wanted, Song Hanzhang still stood still.

【Ugh……】

【I am just too soft-hearted...】

Both of them knew what Song Hanzhang was planning, and Chun Leshui thought that it would be only a few days anyway, so he sighed softly and took a step sideways: "Come in."

So Song Hanzhang once again occupied Chun Leshui's sofa, and obviously had the deepest sleep ever by his side last night, but lying in the same position today, he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and finally landed on the bed.

Chun Leshui's sleeping appearance is very good, except for the only time when he talked in his sleep and wanted to kill Song Hanzhang, he almost didn't move much in bed, and he rarely turned over at night.

Song Hanzhang didn't know how long he had been watching. The person on the bed suddenly sat up, probably because he was afraid of waking him up, stepped on the carpet with bare feet and opened the door. After a while, he went upstairs with a glass of water and closed the door gently.

He heard footsteps stop beside the bed, the sound of the mattress lowering was too light but could not be ignored in the quiet night, and then he heard the drawer being pulled open after the key was unlocked, like something hitting each other sound.

Song Hanzhang opened his eyes and saw Chun Leshui raised his head and stuffed a handful of medicine into his mouth, drinking half a glass of water before swallowing it.

Chun Leshui threw the medicine bottle back into the drawer and locked it, and looked towards Song Hanzhang's Fang Xi as if he had noticed something. A pair of eyes quietly lit up in the darkness, which almost scared Chun Leshui to death.

"Are you sick? You wake up and don't make a sound!" Chun Leshui was still in shock,

Song Hanzhang sat up, his eyes were clear, and he didn't see the sleepiness he just woke up from: "What medicine are you taking?"

"The medicine for anemia!" Chun Leshui got angry, shook off the quilt and got in.

"Do you need to take so many medicines for anemia?"

Chun Leshui gave a perfunctory "Yes".

"Why are the medicines for anemia still locked up? Are you really just anemic?"

"If not, is it still leukemia?"

[I didn't see that you still hope to hear about Qieqie's talent as a doctor. 】

His words were sarcasm, Song Hanzhang paused: "I didn't mean that."

He just found it strange, and he couldn't say what was strange, but everything was strange.

Chun Leshui began to issue orders to chase away guests: "If you can't sleep, go out, don't delay my sleep."

The two looked at each other for a moment, Song Hanzhang didn't say a word, his face was not good-looking, and after a while he was angry and aggrieved and said: "I'm just worried about you."

After speaking, he lay down again.

But after such a quarrel, neither of them felt sleepy, and Chun Leshui was very tired: "Song Hanzhang, can you spare some time tomorrow, I want to go through the formalities first."

"Not tomorrow. Our divorce involves a lot of property division, and we need to find a lawyer." Song Hanzhang said coldly, "I will arrange it as soon as possible, but it will take at least two or three days."

[Two or three days is too long. 】

Chun Leshui felt that Song Hanzhang was just a jerk now, and if he continued to get along with him, one day he would pry out his illness, and he couldn't wait for a day.

"I don't need any property," Chun Leshui said, "I can leave the house without leaving the house."

Anyway, everything he owns now belongs to the Song family. After his death, everything will return to the starting point in the second week, and it is meaningless to him that Song Hanzhang gives him any property.

But Song Hanzhang didn't know the reason, he was so angry that he stood up and sat up from the sofa: "I know you don't want to live with me for a day, but you don't need to do this, I will give you what I deserve, and I won't miss you."

"Since I promised to divorce, I won't break my promise." He walked to the door with the quilt in his arms, stood quietly for a moment and opened the doorway, "Since you want tomorrow, then tomorrow."

Song Hanzhang returned to his room in two steps, hugged the quilt and sat on the sofa, his eyes fell on the void without focus.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the sofa. He heard the sound of opening and closing the door from the opposite side and knew that Chunle had gone downstairs. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the outside of the window was faintly blue, and it was almost dawn.

Song Hanzhang changed his clothes and went downstairs. The bowls and chopsticks of Chun Leshui on the dining table had obviously been used, but no one was there.

"Uncle Xu, where's Chunle Water?"

"Going to the theater."

90.00% of the answer is this, but Song Hanzhang can't help but ask, and this may be the last time.

Uncle Xu saw that his expression had finally calmed down yesterday, and he was a little unhappy, so he put down his coffee and said concernedly: "Master, if you can't sleep at night, do you want Lao Chen to prescribe some medicine for you?"

Song Hanzhang did not sleep all night last night, he shook his head and refused, and asked Uncle Xu to help him contact a lawyer.

"What do you want a lawyer for?"

"Let him quickly count the common property under the name of Chunle Shui and me within today, and give him all that can be given to Chunle Shui." He was about to get up and go to the company after a few sips of coffee, Xu Qing hesitated after hearing this, "So urgent, didn't you feel good some time ago?"

Song Hanzhang took the coat from him and put it on, and looked at Xu Qing after a moment of silence: "Uncle Xu, we originally agreed to divorce after grandpa's surgery."

"But……"

He still wanted to say something, but Song Hanzhang didn't want to hear it: "I'm going to the company."

Xu Qing was very efficient. In the afternoon, the lawyer brought relevant materials to the company to find Song Hanzhang. The lawyer team and Song Hanzhang sat face to face on the sofa. When the assistant came in to deliver other documents, his scalp was numb due to the suffocating atmosphere.

He bit the bullet and reminded Song Hanzhang: "President Song, I put the documents sent by the subsidiary on the table for you."

Song Hanzhang just looked back at him without saying a word.

The assistant who received the signal exited while hearing the lawyers report several luxury houses in Shencheng that he might not be able to afford after working for a lifetime.

And their President Song, like an indifferent machine without emotion, can only say two words: "Give it to him."

"Mr. Song, are you sure you want to distribute it this way?" Except for the company, the Song family's old house and some necessary turnover cash, Song Hanzhang distributed almost 80.00% of his property to Chun Leshui. If the rich person distributes property in this way during divorce, confirm with him again and again.

Song Hanzhang raised his eyes, and there was a penetrating hostility between his deep eyebrows and eyes. The lawyer didn't dare to talk anymore after being swept away lightly by him. Anyway, he could do whatever Song Hanzhang said.

At around seven o'clock, Song Hanzhang learned that Chun Leshui hadn't come home yet, so he went directly to the theater with the divorce agreement.

But today he didn't go in, nor did he call to urge Chun Leshui, he just stopped by the side of the road and waited. He took out the divorce agreement and read it over and over again, almost memorizing it.

When Chun Leshui came out of the theater, it was almost ten o'clock, he broke up with Chu Lin, stood on the side of the road and looked around, Song Hanzhang honked the horn.

The two had such a quarrel last night, Chun Leshui didn't expect Song Hanzhang to come to pick him up.

But he obviously won't soften his heart because of this, and he is determined to divorce as soon as possible: "The divorce agreement..."

"It's already been drawn up." Song Hanzhang was still angry and didn't look at him the whole time, but he didn't hand him the divorce agreement immediately, "We'll talk about it when we go back."

It was as if after one night he turned back to the indifferent Song Hanzhang before.

Arriving home without a word, the two went straight to the study, where the lawyer was already waiting, explaining the details of property division to Chun Leshui one by one.

Every time he heard one, Chun Leshui couldn't help but glance at Song Hanzhang.

【? 】

[Is Song Hanzhang crazy or am I crazy?He won't still want to make up for me, right? 】

"I don't want these." Chun Leshui directly refused.

The lawyer looked at Song Hanzhang in embarrassment.

After entering the door, Song Hanzhang's eyes fell on Chun Leshui. He had been silently listening to the conversation between him and the lawyer. Hearing that there was no fluctuation on his stern face, he calmly asked, "Then what do you want?"

"I don't want anything. Grandpa has given me enough."

"Grandpa gave it to you, it's different."

[What's the difference if they all belong to the Song family. 】

"If you have to give me something to make you feel at ease, then just give me the house in Lishuiwan."

"Yes." Song Hanzhang said.

Chun Leshui breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Song Hanzhang leaning over to push the divorce agreement in front of him, tapping on it with his slender fingers, looking at Chun Leshui with a bit of aggressive eyes, "Li Shuiwan's house has been included in the Inside, if you want a divorce, sign it, if you don't sign it, the divorce will have to be postponed."

【…】

The premise of divorce by agreement is that the parties in the marriage relationship reach an agreement on the divorce issue, which is more convenient and efficient than litigation divorce.And most divorced parties will entangle for a long time because of the property division issue, and embark on the road of litigation. Song Hanzhang does not seem to make concessions on this issue, so if Chun Leshui wants to divorce, he must accept his offer Conditions, otherwise they can only conduct so-called consultations on this issue.

If no one backs down, the matter becomes an impasse.

Chun Leshui was very upset that Song Hanzhang was forcing him.

Even wanted to hit someone a little bit.

The two lawyers secretly looked at each other, probably never seen this kind of divorce scene where one party insists on giving to the other.

[Fuck you, Song Hanzhang! 】

Chun Leshui gritted her teeth and signed her name on the divorce agreement.

Song Hanzhang turned his finger, and turned the divorce agreement to himself. He held the pen, and the tip of the pen was hanging on the paper. There was already a signature in the blank space next to it. Nostalgia.

But Song Hanzhang has been slow to write, as long as the nib of the pen slides on the paper for a moment, and his name falls next to Chun Leshui, they will really break up.

[Quick sign, quick sign, although we can register for divorce tomorrow, as long as Song Hanzhang signs, our marriage will cease to exist. 】

[I'm going to move back to Lishuiwan tonight! 】

Song Hanzhang gritted his teeth, the knuckles holding the pen turned white, took a deep breath, and quickly wrote his name. The last stroke was so forceful that the tip of the pen even scratched the paper.

But these are minor issues, Chun Leshui only cares about whether he signs or not.

Soon the lawyer and Chun Leshui went out from the study, and Song Hanzhang was sitting at the desk. On the computer were the documents newly sent by the assistant, but for a long time, Song Hanzhang didn't read a single word.

He heard Chun Leshui running briskly upstairs to pack his things, he heard him talking softly to Uncle and Aunt Xu, he heard him say goodbye to them, he heard the driver come to pick him up, and he heard the car start to drive away from the old man. House.

Walking out of the study, both Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu were a little worried. Song Hanzhang said that he was fine and asked them to rest early, then turned and went upstairs.

Standing in the middle of the corridor, he didn't open his door, but turned around and entered Chun Leshui's room.

Chun Leshui does not have the habit of closing the door casually, especially when he is not at home, almost every time Song Hanzhang goes upstairs, he can see his open door, but when he stood at the door and glanced casually, the room is full of traces of use .

In fact, Chun Leshui didn't take too many things away, but it may be because the owner is away and will never come back, so the house looks extraordinarily empty.

Song Hanzhang fiddled with the small ornaments on the bedside, and looked down to see the unclosed drawer of the bedside table.

Pulling open the empty inside, Chun Leshui left and took away the contents inside, so there was no need to lock it.

He sat by the bed, looked at the room that had not changed much from last night, felt that the whole villa was so quiet, there was neither laughter nor crunching of crutches, and now he ran up the stairs quickly The slapping sound of slippers on the ground is gone.

It was eerily quiet all around.

"Let's warmly congratulate Brother Xiaochun on his divorce!"

Lishuiwan, where no one lived for a long time, was bustling like never before. Chu Lin brought Chu Yu, Jiang Buyan brought Jiang Ming, and the four of them brought food and wine to celebrate.

Chu Yu didn't know where he learned it, and taking advantage of Chun Leshui's inattention, he pulled a banner in his living room and made fireworks. Those who didn't know thought he was getting married instead of divorced.

Chun Leshui didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I've never seen such a festive divorce."

"Congratulations to Brother Xiaochun about to start a new life! Congratulations to me, Chuyu, who can break away from my brother's control and realize the freedom of alcohol!" Of course, Chu Yu's birthday is not today, but he obviously has drunk too much because he has become a real adult without restraint I can't find my way home.

But even if he couldn't find his way home, he still remembered to look for Chu Lin, and squatted beside him, putting his head on Chu Lin's lap like a puppy.

After he shouted this sentence, there was no more sound. Chu Lin lowered his head to coax him, and whispered something to him, but Chun Leshui didn't hear him because he was too far away.

He stood alone on the balcony, with a lively gathering of friends in front of him, and brilliant city lights behind him.

When Jiang Buyi came out of the kitchen to wash his hands, he saw his appearance, holding a red wine glass filled with Coke, looking at Chu Lin with nostalgia in his eyes.

If it is said that Chun Leshui left him the most, Chu Lin is probably the only one left now.

As if he was about to disappear from the balcony at any time, Jiang Buyan couldn't help but took a step forward, and Chun Leshui, who sensed the movement, turned his head and said with a smile: "Director Jiang, why do you look so unhappy? Are you ready?"

"Young poor." Jiang Buti walked over, the ripples of the lake in the distance were fine and broken, reflecting the bright city night scene, and the road light belt extending to the sky was like gilt poured on the night.

Chun Leshui turned around and looked out the window with him: "Not to mention anything else, you can't find another place better than my place to see the river view."

"Really good."

"It's not just good, it's very good." Chun Leshui corrected.

Jiang did not tire of hooking his lips, raised his hand and touched the Coke with him: "How is your health recently?"

"Thanks to you." Chun Leshui laughed and took a sip of Coke, and Jiang Buyi gave him a sideways glance, "Can you talk nicely?"

"Okay..." Chun Leshui said seriously, "Not bad."

Jiang looked at him thoughtfully, trying to figure out how credible his words were.

Chun Leshui emphasized: "Really, don't believe it."

Jiang Buyan really didn't believe it, his eyes fell into the distance: "Why don't you go to the hospital? You don't look like you have no attachment to this world."

He turned his head, and Chun Leshui looked at him sideways at the same time, with a slight smile on his face: "I went to the hospital for chemotherapy, and my hair fell out, and I couldn't dance, so the pain is nothing but pain." After a few years of life, if there is no suitable ligand chemotherapy, it will fail sooner or later, so am I waiting to die?"

"Rather than die in such embarrassment..." Chun Leshui looked into the room very guilty as he said, and seeing that Chu Lin was far away from them, he reassured, "Why can't I choose a decent way to die?"

"When you die, there is nothing left."

Chun Leshui chuckled, hooked Jiang Buyan's neck: "Jiang Buyan, how do you know that death must be the end, what if it is a new life for me?"

He seemed to be talking about something he had been looking forward to for a long time, even his eyes were smudged by the night, with an intoxicating light.

"Chun Le Shui, do you want to have a try with me?" Jiang Buyi said abruptly.

Chun Leshui didn't react for a while: "Huh?"

Jiang Buti looked into his eyes, and said seriously: "I said I like you quite a bit, anyway, you are also divorced, have you considered developing a new relationship?"

"...Ah?" Chun Leshui was shocked, and then laughed, as if he could get drunk with Coke, "I really want to try it with you, but I can't. Make up a new relationship, and others will like me to have an affair with you, so I will be with you!"

"I don't mind." Jiang Buyan didn't care about it.

Chun Leshui shook her finger: "That can't be done, after all, I won't live long, can I? If you fall in love with me deeply during this period, don't I commit crimes?"

He said it was a pity.

Don't you think, although I have seen a lot of handsome guys who have been tied to Song Hanzhang for more than two years, but because of the personality, I can only feast my eyes, and occasionally eat two mouthfuls of tofu on the upper body of lsp.

It was hard to untie Song Hanzhang, and he had no choice but to reluctantly refuse when a handsome guy confessed to him.

The more Chun Leshui thought about it, the more he lost, it was too much.

"Xiaochun!"

"Hey, senior brother!" Chun Leshui raised his voice in response, let go of Jiang Buyi and was about to enter the room, "Why do you want me?"

"The show was brought forward to early April."

In early April, it is only half a month away from now.

Chun Leshui stopped, and Jiang Buyi said: "Of course it's not a formal performance. The tickets for the premiere performance have already been sold and the time cannot be changed. It's an audition before the official performance. Most of the audience are from the industry. You can also invite you friends and family to see.”

"Chun Leshui, can you last until then?"

"I think it's okay." Chun Leshui touched the Coke in his hand with a goblet, "Thank you, Jiang Buyan."

The author has something to say: here we come!Rounding off is ten thousand!Day will continue tomorrow!

感谢在2021-08-17?20:28:03~2021-08-19?20:42:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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