Paranoid ex-husband regrets

She walked briskly a few meters away.

It was only then that Si Jingqiao came to his senses, and wanted to hurry up and take two steps, but somehow felt that he was stupid.

Ah Qing looked back at him as she walked, with a smile still on her face.

Si Jingqiao suddenly said loudly: "It's not that you are not good-looking!"

The light footsteps stopped, and Ah Qing looked at him blankly.

Si Jingqiao's face was completely red, he was extremely glad that it was already dark, "It's red that doesn't suit you!"

"Yeah!" Ah Qing laughed quickly this time, "I know!"

Si Jingqiao was in a daze when he woke up from the single bed made of turquoise iron pipes.

He will be 20 years old from today.

"Morning, Chairman!" Datong greeted him as he sat across from him shirtless, with his head like a bird's nest.

The morning in the village and town is accompanied by the sound of unknown birds, and the lavender flowers on the window sill are covered with dew after a night.

Si Jingqiao glanced over and replied, "Morning!"

In the next few days, he didn't feel much.

It seemed that the hazy evening was like a dream.

When the wine sobers up, so does the person.

Ah Qing, the girl who always carried the sweeper, just smiled when she met him, and she didn't do anything excessive except for the flowers on the windowsill.

A small incident happened in the class of the second grade of junior high school led by Datong.

A female classmate has not come to school for a week. The local teacher in the office said that she was probably kept at home.

It may also be because of helping the family with work, or it may be that he introduced someone to get married.

The word "marriage" only exists in parents for those students who have not yet stepped out of the university campus.

The same sex can always bring pain quickly.

Several female classmates were filled with righteous indignation, saying that they must go to find him back.

At least junior high school must be completed.

The local teacher tried to persuade him, but he didn't say much. Such a thing is very normal for them.

When I first started teaching, it was unavoidable to encounter heartaches, but when I tried my best, I still couldn't change anything.

That sense of disrespect towards fate has already made it difficult for them to do anything.

Si Jingqiao didn't have a deep feeling about this, and he didn't like Datong, who patted his chest and promised to stand with them.

Fate is too complicated.

What seems to be a pity and embarrassing situation right now may turn out to be a level of peace and stability that no one else would envy in a decade or so.

On Sunday, several of their children from the city hired a car and headed to the countryside with great ambitions, vowing to save the girl's fate.

Of course, a car cannot be hired for money.

Halfway through the journey, Si Jingqiao saw it. The two words, the gap between the rich and the poor, can actually form such a big gap.

The road gets deeper and deeper, and the mountains get higher and higher.

Because of the constant rain on the dirt roads in the countryside, there are deep and deep pits on both sides of the frequently walked side.

Amidst the clicking sound of the mud hanging on the ground, the driver, who seemed simple and honest, kept asking for a fare increase.

They finally reached their destination around ten o'clock in the morning.

The low houses are next to each other, just like what you saw on TV.

The wires leading to the villagers' homes are walking in a mess, and the aunts under the big trees at the entrance of the village are like scouting wingmen, and countless eyes have welcomed them since entering the village.

Under such circumstances, if you want to inquire about a person, where does it take effort.

To the relief of several female students, the out-of-school girls did not stop going to school because they were going to marry.

It was because the father of the family broke his leg when he went to the mountains to collect herbs, and as the eldest daughter of the family, she had to bear part of the housework.

The farmers are simple and enthusiastic, and they entertained them with bacon that they might not even part with during the Chinese New Year.

Si Jingqiao couldn't stand the smell of herbs in the room, and the occasional flies flying back and forth.

As soon as I left the house, the grassy air in the mountains replaced the damp and unpleasant smell in my lungs.

The village is not big, and it took only ten minutes to get around.

Just as Si Jingqiao was about to go back, he saw a person walking down from the slope in the distance.

The weight of branches as tall as a person almost crushed her, and the shadow of beads of sweat falling could be clearly seen from such a long distance.

Ah Qing didn't notice the eyes that were staring at her intently, and even rubbed the head of the little dirt dog that came up to her and wagged its tail.

"Rhubarb, let's go home together!"

There was too much firewood, and her hair fell down to cover her eyes. After walking a few steps, she caught a glimpse of a pair of snow-white sneakers standing on the side of the road that did not belong here.

She turned her head abruptly, shaking the large amount of firewood on her body.

Si Jingqiao was terrified, afraid that the firewood would fall apart and be crushed inside, "You, don't move!"

"Mr. Si! Why are you here?"

The weight on her shoulders bent her spine more than she had ever felt before, and her clothes were dirty and unseemly.

Just a few steps away, it's as far away as a sea.

The eyes that were bright at first sight turned gray.

"Si, Teacher Si, I have to go home to deliver firewood, no, I can't talk to you first."

The moment he turned his head, Si Jingqiao saw the liquid dripping from her chin, and couldn't tell whether it was tears or sweat.

After Ah Qing left, Si Jingqiao stood there for a long time without moving.

The sun didn't seem to feel hot on him.

"Xiaosheng, do you also know the eldest girl of the Zhen family?" A woman suddenly approached.

Seeing that Si Jingqiao was still staring at the direction where Ah Qing was leaving, the woman said gossipingly: "That girl looks good, many young people in the village want to ask her to be his wife, but she doesn't agree, her father and her queen My mother doesn't agree either."

"It is said that he must find a rich husband's family for his family, Qing, otherwise he will not be worthy of his family's appearance."

These words seemed to hit Si Jingqiao's heart, "You are rich?"

He was a little curious as to what kind of person was the richest.

Is the Si family considered rich?
The Liang family is still dead, leaving a dirty legacy waiting for him to inherit.

"That's not it!" The woman sneered contemptuously: "They are all from the mountain nest, how can they be rich? After all, they want to collect more gifts and marry his youngest daughter-in-law."

"Speaking of which, this Ah Qing is also a hard-working person."

"Her mother was abducted here, and within a few years..."

Si Jingqiao didn't finish listening to the rest of the sentence, and followed as if he didn't obey.

Ah Qing couldn't walk fast with the firewood on his back, but it didn't take long for him to keep up.

He saw Ah Qing enter a very ordinary private house.

The courtyard walls of that house are half mud and half bricks.

Ah Qing first put the firewood on his back by the side of the cowshed, and after feeding the cows, he fetched water from the well and carried it into the house with a pole.

She entered the room with her front foot, and a harsh reprimand sounded from her back foot.

Si Jingqiao was too far away to hear what he said specifically.

It turns out that real people have such a hard life from birth.

Si Jingqiao's mood was very complicated, and he didn't know what to do. The shallow agitation in his heart on the evening of his birthday was not enough for him to do something about it.

While hesitating, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hey, young master, where have you been!" Datong said, "We are going back!"