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After a long while, Qianliu of the Chanyuan laughed: "Wu Tiao Wu, do you want to hear what you are talking about?"

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyelashes, concealed the obscure emotions in his eyes, and said softly, "I don't want to be separated from you. Qianliu, I know I was wrong, and I will never treat you like that again."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan had long been used to his acting like a baby and acting stupid, so he was unmoved and watched his performance with cold eyes.

He reviewed all his mistakes: "It's my fault, I shouldn't have thrown away the wedding ring. I also remember the anniversaries very clearly. I fell in love on August 25th, got married on April [-]th, and your birthday.

I remember that you are lactose intolerant and will not buy you cakes in the future.Assure you, no matter what the situation is, as long as you call, I will go home..."

"I know all of this, but I didn't do it well." He said, "You should be angry. It is true that I have let you down. But, please give me a chance to make up... I don't want to be separated from you."

After he finished speaking, Qianliu from the Chanyuan said coldly: "Let go of me first."

Gojo Satoru quietly glanced at her expression, pursed his lips, and reluctantly let go of his hand.She immediately took a few steps back, approached the window, and kept a distance from the man.

Her eyes wandered around the outline of Wujo Satoru, who had already taken off his sunglasses, his blue eyes were sincere and pitiful, like a cat with its ears hanging down waiting for her to attack.

"Don't stay so far away from me." He said aggrievedly, "Don't ignore me, I feel bad. I will really change."

This is the other party's all-hands-on method of begging for mercy, and Qianliu of the Zen Academy has long been used to it, so he just looked away calmly.

After being silent for a while, she said: "I still remember that when I first started living with Xiao Hui, one night, he had a high fever."

Gojo Satoru looked at her in some confusion.

"I was only 17 years old at the time, and Xiao Hui was four years old. Brother Shi Er just threw him to me. I have never raised a child, and I am afraid that I will not be able to raise him.

He is small, soft and well-behaved. He likes lamb dolls the most. When he is alone, he can play games with wolf-sheep hand puppets. He is also very sensible and can help with laundry. "

About the third month, at midnight, Fu Heihui suddenly fell ill.

His face was flushed from the fever, his eyes were closed tightly, and he said vaguely about my sister and I feel uncomfortable.

As a conjurer reserve, he had always been a healthy child, and this sudden high fever caught him off guard.

At that time, Qianliu of the Chanyuan was already very rich, but he did not have a personal doctor yet.She immediately dug out the medical insurance card and other necessary things, then hugged Xiaohui, who was only four years old, and anxiously waited for a taxi on the street late at night.

While waiting, he called Fu Heisher, but the man who didn't know where to fool around naturally didn't respond.Then a taxi stopped, she got into the back seat, and called Gojo Satoru again, but she didn't get through.

Finding a doctor, getting medicine, and taking Xiaohui to give an injection, she did all this in an orderly manner, only to feel tired and tired after a while.

Xiaohui's fever was too severe, Qianliu of the Zen Academy was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

She sat on the cold armchair in the infusion observation room, hugged the dazed Xiaohui, and thought: "I still need to have a lot of money, and I need a few private doctors to be on call at all times to avoid such a thing from happening."

When the liquid medicine in the infusion bag was half down, Gojo Satoru finally called back, his tone was very relaxed: "Hey, Qianliu, what's the matter? I was playing a game with Jie just now, the voice was too loud, I didn't see Telephone."

Chanyuan Qianliu couldn't tell how he felt.

When she saw his name flashing on the screen, she thought of thousands of ways to express her panic, but now she didn't want to say a word.

After a while, she asked coldly: "Didn't you say that you had a mission tonight after seven o'clock?"

"Oops..." The other party cursed secretly, apologizing quickly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, but I was also afraid that I would make you angry if I didn't reply in time..."

Zenyuan Qianliu took a few deep breaths to calm down.

"I'm sorry." He was still smiling, "Don't be angry, please?"

When people's anger and powerlessness cross a certain limit, they will calm down.

Zenyuan Qianliu was silent for a while, and tried to dismiss him with a few casual words.Gojo Satoru sensed something was wrong, and asked desperately, and finally found out about Fu Heihui's illness, and immediately apologized, saying that he would be there soon.

During the waiting time, Qianliu from the Chanyuan patted Xiaohui's hand reassuringly, and wiped the sweat off his forehead.She suddenly thought: "What if Wu and I have a child in the future?"

He's so busy at home and completely lacks the ability to care for people, and if they have children in the future, he will also be an incompetent father.

After more than ten minutes of thinking, Qianliu of the Chanyuan made a solemn decision: if she married Gojo Satoru, she would not have children, and Xiaohui would be her only heir.

Gojo Satoru did arrive soon, but the moment when he was most needed has passed.Listening to his consolation, the Chanyuan Qianliu felt drowsy.

She stared at the white ceiling of the hospital and glimpsed the future of herself and her lover for the first time.

"So do you know? Why did I decide to dink? You thought I hated children at the time, how could it be... I just think that a person like you doesn't know how to take on family responsibilities. Children are not fair. I have seen this for a long time, but I still decided to marry you because I love you."

Gojo Satoru fell silent, his silver eyelashes drooping, his lips moved, but like Zenyuan Qianliu on the other end of the phone, he was speechless.

"How can a person's personality change? I've already guessed many things."

She looked at him gently, without any reproach in her tone, she just said: "When you proposed to me in a muddleheaded way, you definitely didn't know how to take care of another person's future. However, the moment I decided to marry you, I had already prepared a lot I was very mentally prepared.”

"So when those things did come, they didn't break me right away. Until you filed for divorce."

Gojo Satoru first filed for divorce two years ago.

His expression was quite forbearing, but his tone was solemn, he said: "Qianliu, I thought about it, we are not suitable, we should divorce."

At first, I thought he was joking.After confirming that Gojo Satoru was very serious, Qianliu of the Chanyuan was stunned by this sentence for a long time before he said, "What are you talking about?"

"Qianliu. We, divorced..."

"What happened to you?"

Qianliu's tone in the Chanyuan became more serious. She looked at the other party's sorrowful eyes and said firmly: "Is there something so serious that you have to divorce to solve it? Tell me, and I will work with you to find a solution. Don't hold on to this picture." I wouldn't believe it if I said that."

The other party said nothing.She sniffed, her voice trembling: "What happened? Anyway... Don't mention that word, okay? My heart hurts when I heard it."

"I want to divorce you."

"Don't you love me?"

"Um……"

"Enlightened..."

"Uh……"

"Are you a fool... Do you know how ugly your expression is now?"

"Uh..." The conversation ended without a problem, and Gojo Satoru's silent back seemed to be running away.Qianliu, who stayed in the Zen Academy, blinked desperately to keep her tears from falling.

And after that, the long post-marriage cold violence opened the curtain.

She was at a loss, afraid that Wujo Wu would encounter some difficulties, even if he was helpless, then this matter must be very serious, and she would never let Wujo Wu face it alone.

However, every time I asked him to meet and talk, the other party was nowhere to be seen, leaving Qianliu in the Buddhist monastery to sit and wait at the agreed place. After a long time, he called belatedly, saying that he had something to do temporarily.

So Qianliu of the Chanyuan recalled his relationship with him in recent years, and reviewed his faults in minor details.

At this time, Gojo Satoru was no longer willing to see her alone, and Zenyuan Eri became his assistant, and they seemed to be very close.

She felt very uncomfortable, and didn't know what she had done wrong to make him so indifferent and bored.

For this reason, Qianliu of the Chanyuan doubted everyone including himself, and did not want to think about the most hurtful possibility: "He doesn't seem to love me anymore."

However, the less you want something to happen, the easier it is to come true.Gojo Satoru filed for divorce for the second time, only about half a year after the last time.

His tone was steady, and he didn't seem to be emotional. He just stated his request for divorce again.

"I don't want a penny, just leave the house." He said, "If you are free, we will go this weekend..."

Zenyuan Qianliu looked at him sadly, and almost didn't recognize this person.

who is he?Why so familiar?Why do you say such hurtful things in the face of her lover?

Tears flowed down her cheeks unknowingly, but she couldn't stop the other party's lips from opening and closing, and continued to stab her in the heart.

It was raining heavily outside the window that day, Gojo Satoru's voice and her sobbing were all melted into the sound of the rain.

He showed no mercy at all, as if to prove his determination, he took off the platinum ring on the base of his finger, raised his hand and threw it out of the window.Then something else was said, but she couldn't hear it.

Qianliu's tears from the Chanyuan hit the wooden tabletop, spreading out in a circle like heavy full stops.

So the love story of more than ten years ended on that day.

She was out of breath from crying, knowing in her heart that there was no room for redemption.But still stubbornly rejected the other party's proposal, she said that I would not agree.Unless you give a real reason, don't expect my ten years to end like this.

Gojo Satoru looked away, his lips moved slightly.He was silent, only the draft was sighing.

He finally apologized very lightly: "I'm sorry, don't cry, okay? I'm sorry..."

"Qianliu, you have to live well...even without me."

He left, leaving only a somewhat lonely and sad blurred figure on Qianliu's retina in the Buddhist monastery.

……

"So up to now, you still haven't given the reason for the divorce - can you please tell me?"

Silence, again silence.

He lowered his head, like a cat being punished for doing something wrong.

"It's okay, I don't want to know now." Chan Yuan Qianliu said with relief, "After all, I proposed the third divorce, and you agreed. Even if you regret it now, I'm not going to bow to you."

"I'll file for divorce, see you in court."

Gojo Satoru raised his head suddenly, a gloomy emotion leaked out of his cold blue eyes, and he quickly covered it up.

He said softly and earnestly: "I really know I was wrong..."

Zenyuan Qianliu reached into his collar with his fingers and drew out a thin platinum necklace, on which hung a broken diamond ring, which was their wedding ring.

Although it has been taken off from the hand, it has been hanging close to the heart, just like this unbroken marriage.

Before Gojo Satoru could show her joyful expression, she spoke first, "I originally wanted to give it back to you on the day of the divorce, but it can be regarded as a beginning and an end, giving myself a satisfactory explanation."

"However, I think that there are so many things about Lan Yinxu, and we are no exception. There is no need to be serious about such a small matter. Wu, I have been waiting for you to tell the real reason for the past two years, so that I can completely Give up.

Speaking of which, I am always waiting for you, waiting for you who are late for a date when you are in love, waiting for you who do not come home late at night after getting married, waiting for you to confess the truth even for divorce..."

"So this time, I've decided—"

Under Gojo Satoru's astonished gaze, Zenyuan Qianliu raised his arm, pushed lightly, and threw the ring and chain out of the window—just like he did before.

Then she turned her head to meet Gojo Satoru's eyes, showing a faint smile: "I won't wait for you any longer."