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Feng Qingzhu would not explain to Han Qianshan what the relationship between Ah Wen and Ah Wen was. He took the newly drafted divorce agreement and rushed home before dark.

When the door was opened, Feng Qingzhu's heart beat uncontrollably.

It wasn't until the door lock clicked slightly that he realized that he was afraid.

I was afraid that Luo Zhiwen would leave, I was afraid that Luo Zhiwen would leave an unaltered divorce agreement, I was afraid that I would discover the truth too late...

Lights were on inside.

Feng Qingzhu's hanging heart suddenly fell down, making him dizzy. When he walked to the living room, he remembered that he had forgotten to change his slippers. He turned his head and went back to the entrance, and hurriedly opened the shoe cabinet. into the bedroom.

Luo Zhiwen heard the noise, poked his head out from the kitchen, and asked irritably, "What are you looking for?"

"Ah Wen!"

"I'm not your Arvin."

"I'm just calling you," Feng Qingzhu suddenly turned around, "Luo Zhiwen."

He shuddered.

Feng Qingzhu rarely called him by his full name, at least in the three years after marriage, Feng Qingzhu never called him.

"I've brought back the divorce agreement." Feng Qingzhu panted slightly, and eagerly handed the folder to Luo Zhiwen, "Sign it."

He took half a step back, almost unable to stand still.

It turned out to be the case.

Luo Zhiwen could hardly suppress the anger in his heart.

It turned out that she was in a hurry to divorce him, so she called him by his name.

Feng Qingzhu, oh Feng Qingzhu...you are such a jerk!

Luo Zhiwen's face turned pale with anger, and he almost tore open the folder.

He was too lazy to read the content of the divorce agreement, his head was buzzing, his hand holding the pen was uncontrollable, he shook several times, and finally left his name crookedly.

He has no regrets, he thought, since he decided to divorce, there is no room for turning back.

The string that had been tense in Luo Zhiwen's mind for many days broke.

There was a crisp sound.

The bitterness that I have been asking for for many years is scattered in the tip of my heart.

Maybe there are old ages and red lines in the world, and the pen Luo Zhiwen held just now is scissors.

He cut off his marriage with his own hands.

Luo Zhiwen stuffed the divorce agreement into Feng Qingzhu's arms, ran into the bedroom with tears in his eyes, dragged out the suitcase bang bang bang bang, and threw one piece of clothing into it.

Feng Qingzhu leaned against the door, watching silently.

He knew Ah Wen had misunderstood, but he didn't explain.

"You don't...you don't have to look at me here." Luo Zhiwen caught a glimpse of the shadow dragging from the door to his feet from the corner of his eye, and grabbed the folded clothes fiercely, "I won't take your things , and won’t leave anything that is an eyesore!”

He wouldn't want Feng Qingzhu's things, and there was no need to keep what belonged to him.

After Luo Zhiwen had the idea of ​​divorce, he consciously sorted out his things, but when the matter came to an end, he realized that fragmented feelings could not be taken away.

Three years.

He waited for Feng Qingzhu for three years.

Wait until the green radish on the window sill withers and grows, and wait until the gray wallpaper turns yellow with time.

Every corner of the room has traces of his life.

"Ah Wen..."

Luo Zhiwen pretended not to hear, and slapped the suitcase, trying to close the suitcase.

"Ah Wen." Feng Qingzhu walked over.

He tried not to look up, and said in a trembling voice, "Do you still want to see if there are any of your things in my box?"

"...Feng Qingzhu, I'm not that mean!"

After Luo Zhiwen finished speaking, she lay down on the suitcase and panted.

He fell ill when he was in Australia, and was bullied by Feng Qingzhu. Now he was full of grief and anger, and after venting his dissatisfaction, he couldn't speak a word.

And Feng Qingzhu's falling eyes turned into sharp knives, cutting his fragile heart one by one.

"What exactly do you want from me..." Luo Zhiwen hugged the box and completely collapsed.

A trace of pity flashed across Feng Qingzhu's eyes, and he leaned over to hug him.

Ah Wen, who had no strength left, struggled weakly for a moment, then raised his chin, and stared round his red eyes with hatred.

Feng Qingzhu's heart ached even more.

But that's also good, it's better than getting divorced and Luo Zhiwen forgets about him.

Feng Qingzhu lowered his eyes, hugged Ah Wen to the bed, and bent down to pick up the divorce agreement.

In front of Luo Zhiwen, he smoothed out the wrinkles on the agreement bit by bit: "Ah Wen, take a look."

"What are you looking at?" Luo Zhiwen sneered, "Which rule did I violate?"

Feng Qingzhu pursed his lips and said nothing, just handed the divorce agreement in front of his eyes.

Luo Zhiwen hid a few times, but he didn't dodge. In desperation, he reluctantly accepted the agreement handed over by the man.

He really didn't want to see the divorce agreement anymore, he didn't even want to see Feng Qingzhu again.

This flimsy piece of paper took away not only his marriage, but also the heavy feelings that spanned many years.

Now the piece of paper was in front of him.

Luo Zhiwen turned on the lamp beside the bed, pinched his brows, and looked at the divorce agreement with extreme resistance——

Then he accidentally knocked over the glass on the bedside.

Ping pong pong, just as he knocked over the heart of the five-flavored bottle.

"Ah Wen," Feng Qingzhu pressed the suitcase that Luo Zhiwen had just packed, and sighed softly, "You are not the one who should pack the luggage."

but him.

In the newly drafted divorce agreement, he gave everything to Luo Zhiwen.

"The property is yours, and the house is also yours." Feng Qingzhu got up and straightened his collar, thinking to himself that he is the only one who doesn't belong to Ah Wen.

Luo Zhiwen has not recovered from the shock.

He thought that Feng Qingzhu was just going to get the divorce agreement that was drawn up before going abroad, so when he signed it, he didn't even read it carefully.

Because he remembered that agreement clearly, every word was engraved in his bones and blood.

"Ah Wen," Feng Qingzhu suppressed the emotion in his eyes, frowned worriedly, "I have no place to live, can you take me in?"