The last intersection between her and Li Tingchen was only divorce. She didn’t want to make a fuss, not to mention that every grass and every wood here carried the memories of the two of them, and she didn’t want to touch the scene. Deep love.
If you want to blame it, you can blame the man who once held her in his mouth for fear of melting, and held her in the palm of his hand for fear of flying.
Even if he is more indifferent now than once, she always remembers him well.
Obviously she should be a person who hates it deeply, but she has never been ruthless.
The car did not turn off the fire and continued to provide her with heating. She was the only one left in the car. Su Qingyu’s stomach hurt again. She curled herself up in a ball, holding her knees tightly like a little shrimp, squatting on the seat waiting for dawn.
In winter, it gets dark early and late, and the weather is not yet bright after seven o’clock, and the sky is misty.
The ginkgo leaves in the yard had long since fallen out, and her thoughts couldn’t help but drift to the past.
When the golden fruit was ripe, she wanted to eat ginkgo biloba lotus seed black chicken soup, so he climbed up to the ginkgo tree in the yard that was more than ten meters high and shook the fruit for her.
The green and green leaves rustled down, as if a golden rain had fallen on her.
At that time, Li Tingchen was approachable and cooked a good dish, which spoiled her to the sky.
Thinking about it, she didn’t know when she walked under the tree alone, the ginkgo tree was still there, and things were different.
A leaf had fallen a long time ago, and only a few dead leaves were left crumbling on the branches, just as she was now in a precarious relationship with Li Tingchen.
Li Tingchen walked out of the villa and saw such a picture.
The girl in a thin sweater stood under the tree with her head up, the cold wind blowing her hair.
Today is a change from the bad weather a few days ago. The first ray of sunlight in the morning fell on her face, and her skin was almost white and transparent, like a girl of the gods who was about to disappear.
Her palms were still wrapped in gauze, and the strange thing was that she was still wearing the clothes of last night, her face haggard.
“Li Tingchen.”She didn’t look back but knew her arrival.
“Hmm.”
Su Qingyu turned around slowly, and his gaze fell on the tall man. It was clear that the two of them were so close, but since when did they start, they were far apart.
“I want to drink your ginkgo biloba lotus seed black chicken soup again.”
Li Tingchen’s dark pupils were startled for a moment, and the next second he said indifferently: “It’s past the season of ginkgo biloba, Su Qingyu, don’t waste time.”
Su Qingyu’s eyes were a little red, and he murmured, “Just think of it as the last time I met my request before the divorce, can’t you?””
I haven’t seen her for three months, she seems to have changed a lot.
He turned his face to look at the bare tree, and his tone became less cold: “The frozen ones last year were not fresh. If you want to eat the results next year, let’s talk about it.”