〔ABO〕The ex-husband is hard to find

The mobile phone is lying on the low coffee table, with the unique coldness of mechanical equipment, it is pressed heavily on the coffee table, and there is a thin layer of dust on it. If you look closely, you can see fine grains of sand on the LCD screen .

It has been sitting there for a week, and the full battery has been exhausted a little bit, and then it automatically shuts down.When Ruan Cheng packed his things, he always deliberately avoided it.

In fact, Ruan Cheng saw it only 10 minutes after Fang Zekun sent the message, but he just didn't know how to reply.

What else is there to reply?Fang Zekun is conceited and selfish, and he is an Alpha in the top position. Until now, he has always thought that all this is Ruan Cheng's unilateral temper and temper.

Disappointments are piled up over the years.

The fortress of belief that Ruan Cheng built with energy and watered with painstaking efforts was mercilessly kicked away by Fang Zekun, and turned into the most inconspicuous pile of loess and mud on the side of the road.

He bought a refurbished mobile phone from the second-hand market, flipped through the website and started looking for a job.

Ruan Cheng didn't touch the extra money on the bank card, and it was safely stored in the card.It's not that he's not pretending to be noble, it's just that he doesn't want to have anything to do with that person.

Ruan Cheng is not skilled in craftsmanship, has no special skills, and is not good at communicating with others, so he can stumble when asked to negotiate a price.In the end, he found a job as a life teacher in a certain elementary school, all relying on his teacher qualification certificate.

After working all day, Ruan Cheng sighed. He hadn't contacted Fang Zekun for a week.

Time is the most amazing thing, it is invisible and intangible, but it always moisturizes things silently, and can quietly cover up all the breath once.After not seeing him for just a week, Ruan Cheng felt that Fang Zekun's appearance seemed a little blurred. The tall Alpha with a well-calculated smile that always made him fall into endless despair seemed to be getting further and further away from him.

He never replied to Fang Zekun, and Fang Zekun didn't come to him again, as if he was planning to keep him cold for a while.

Fang Zekun wants to deal with it coldly, so be it, even if he doesn't want to sign the divorce agreement, it doesn't matter, after the separation exceeds one year, Ruan Chengzi can apply to the system for divorce.

Suddenly, the ethereal thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was very soft and rhythmic, and it didn't make people feel abrupt when it sounded in a silent room. Instead, it seemed to be accompaniment for the people in the room.

Ruan Cheng went to open the door.

After a while of "squeaks", a burly Alpha outside the door scratched his head and muttered in a low voice: "It turns out that people really live here. I thought it was my wife who was lying to me."

He has a rough appearance, dark skin, and a mustache. He has a ferocious look, which is completely different from the cautious movement when he knocked on the door just now.

Ruan Cheng looked up at Alpha's face, as if he felt familiar.

"Brother Zhuang Zhuang?" Thoughts flashed by, Ruan Cheng asked tentatively.

Alpha looked startled, stared at Ruan Cheng for a long time, and asked in disbelief, "Is it Xiao Cheng?"

Brother Zhuang's name is Du Zhuang, and he lives up to his name. He eats a lot since he was a child, grows fast, and stands out among his peers.It's just that Ruan Cheng only loved to cling to Fang Zekun since he was a child. Although there was only one wall between Du Zhuang's family and the two of them, they didn't know each other well.

Ruan Cheng asked Du Zhuang to come in sideways, Du Zhuang shook his head, stuffed a heavy plastic bag into Ruan Cheng's hand, and let out a muffled laugh: "I won't go in, I won't go in, my wife is still waiting for me at home .”

He pointed to the plastic bag, and said in a friendly tone, "My wife said she saw a new neighbor and asked me to give her some freshly made bean curds, but she didn't expect this neighbor to be you, um...how did you come back? "

Ruan Cheng took the plastic bag with both hands and held it in his arms. He didn't know how to explain it to Du Zhuang. His thoughts were surging, and he smiled: "I've been in a big city for a long time, but I still think that home is more suitable for me."

When Ruan Cheng left, he only said that he wanted to seek better development, and he didn't mention Fang Zekun's matter to others.

Du Zhuang nodded without the slightest doubt: "It's good to come back, nowhere is as comfortable as home."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and Du Zhuang left in a hurry.

Ruan Cheng put the plastic bag on the rickety wooden dining table, opened the bag, and inside was a porcelain bowl with a lid. The hot air rose from the gap in the lid, twisted upwards, and then escaped into the cold air .

After leaving City C for a long time, Ruan Cheng hasn't heard the term "Douhua" for a long time.

He lifted the lid, and the white and tender bean curd spread out like a fat baby in the bowl, shaking slightly with Ruan Cheng's movements, beside it was a little yellowish juice, so clear that a figure could be reflected.This slowly overlapped with how he remembered it.

Ruan Cheng went to the kitchen to get a spoon, without dipping it in any seasoning, he dug a full spoon and put it in his mouth.

The strong bean flavor diffused in the mouth, the bean curd was smooth and tender, and the softness melted in the mouth, but Ruan Cheng tasted a bit astringent, his expression was one part far away and two parts nostalgic, and the remaining seven parts were bitter.

The unseasoned tofu curd was slightly bitter, but Ruan Cheng stuffed spoonfuls into his mouth. His cheeks were bulging like a hamster about to spend the winter, and his throat hurt from swallowing non-stop.

The memories that I thought had long been lost in the time fragments were easily provoked by the bowl of the most common and common food in front of me.

Bean curd rice is one of the specialties of City C, and Fang Zekun's mother is known far and wide as the "bean curd beauty".Ruan Cheng's parents left early, and he was raised by the neighbors around him. Among them, Fang Zekun's mother cared most about him.

Perhaps because she loves to laugh too much, she has fine crow's feet at the end of her eyes, and her hair is always tied in a random knot, but she has her own charm.

Little Ruan Cheng often pesters Fang Zekun, a young boy, to his house to eat bean curd.

At that time, Fang Zekun was not as indifferent as he is now. He would make fun of Ruan Cheng for losing his front teeth and eating tofu curd all over his body; Both of them were full of bubbles; they would also pull his wrist and drag him into the soft and fragrant quilt that smelled of sunshine, and tuck him in the quilt.

Ruan Cheng had just lost his mother at that time, and Fang Zekun's family was the light in his gloomy life.

The happiest thing Ruan Cheng ever experienced was that Fang Zekun split into Alpha and himself split into Omega. He felt that this was a gift from God to him.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone in through the thick curtains, leaving golden paths of light that sprinkled next to the bowl, and bits of broken light reflected through the table into Ruan Cheng's eyes. The Fang Zekun of the present is connected with the current one.

After eating half a bowl of tofu curd, Ruan Cheng gradually felt full, but at this moment, there was another knock on the door.

"Brother Zhuangzhuang, what else..."

Ruan Cheng swallowed the bean curd in his mouth, and went to open the door. He was stunned in the middle of his sentence, and the person in front of him was not the amiable Zhuang Zhuang.

The tall Alpha stood outside the door, he was against the light, Ruan Cheng couldn't see his expression.

He is like a wall, firmly blocking all the light, a despair that is enough to sink a person into the bottomless mud rises slowly from the bottom of his heart, Ruan Cheng instantly recalls the unpleasantness of the last time, he can't help but ruthlessly He shivered, and then slammed down the wooden door desperately, subconsciously wanting to keep the pain out of the door.At the moment when the door was about to close, Fang Zekun's hand blocked the gap between the door and the door frame.

Fang Zekun snorted, forcibly withstood the sudden pincer attack.

His knuckles were bloodshot in an instant, and the wooden door, which was not strong at all, shook violently and was bounced open, enough to imagine how much strength Ruan Cheng had exerted.

Fang Zekun's face was gloomy and cold, and his arm was firmly on the wooden door, asking, "Who were you calling just now?"