I also want to divorce Mr. Ba today [Rebirth]

Yue Qingling always remembered what Qin Zhe's signature looked like.

On the day of the wedding, he watched Qin Zhe sign the signature intently, remembering everything clearly.Later, when the divorce didn't go well, he would think back to that episode, hoping that Qin Zhe would sign the divorce agreement so smoothly.

He knew that the letter was sent by Qin Zhe, so he felt an inescapable sense of depression—he used to send messages, but now he sends letters.Qin Zhe is really obsessed with checking in daily.

Yue Qingling counted the letters and found that there were three of them. It seemed that the last one was a package. It was light but there was a crackling sound when picked up.

"Who sent it?" Cui Mingkun asked.

Yue Qingling checked to make sure that each copy was from the same sender, "Qin Zhe."

Cui Mingkun was shocked, "Boss Qin can still write love letters?"

Yue Qingling felt awkward, "No, it's a harassing letter."

"Isn't there a fire in the yard? If you throw it in, it will turn into ashes, so don't worry."

"Oh, I know."

Yue Qingling picked up the letter, and her actions were not as crisp as when deleting the message.

It may be because the letter has a real feeling of being in his hand, or it may be that the address on the envelope is written with seriousness stroke by stroke, which made him feel guilty for "spoiling his mind".

Cui Mingkun didn't pay attention to his hesitation, and looked at the book that he used to cover his face just now, "Uh, don't throw it away yet. I can't return the book to you for the time being."

Yue Qingling frowned before finishing the book, "What?"

Cui Mingkun showed the water-stained pages, "It's dirty. I don't know if it's sweat or... I'm sorry."

"It's okay, just wipe it off."

"I'm all dizzy. Sigh, idle is idle, let's see how Mr. Qin harassed you."

Yue Qingling frowned deeper, "Is it necessary?"

Cui Mingkun didn't force him, "You decide for yourself. I'll take the books over there to bake."

Yue Qingling watched Cui Mingkun leave, turned around, and continued to look at the stack of letters.

The voltage in the village is low and the lamps are old, and the light that shines is dark yellow, which shows a nostalgic and gentle tone when printed on the envelope, which is not the same style of painting as Mr. Qin who has a straight face all year round in suits and leather shoes.

Can Qin Zhe really know how to write letters?What can I write?

Yueqing couldn't match his own curiosity, pulled the stool and sat down, and slowly opened the letter under the lamp.

He unpacked the largest package first.There is an A4 paper size puzzle inside. There is no information about the brand manufacturer on the package, but tools such as puzzle glue, brushes, and photo frames are all available, and the edges of the pieces are smooth and flat, very delicate.

When Yue Qingling saw the puzzle, he didn't regret taking it apart.Life here is monotonous and boring, and it's nice to have a puzzle to pass the time.

He wanted to look for the renderings of the puzzle, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find it—the only auxiliary puzzle pieces were the numbers behind the pieces.

Yue Qingling thought it was okay, put the puzzle aside and began to read the letter.

The letter was also handwritten, using blue letterhead paper, bright and not dazzling, like a clear sky.

However, what is floating on this "sky" is not white clouds, but Qin Zhe's vigorous handwriting.Like an eagle flying across the sky suddenly, the soft and bright atmosphere suddenly disappeared, a bit abrupt.

Yue Qingling put away the tenderness that had just filled her brain, and read casually with her head propped up.

The content written by Qin Zhe is not as imposing as handwriting. It is loose and free-spirited, a bit... stupid.

"I have consulted professionals, and I haven't contacted you for a while because I want to leave a cooling-off period. Now I understand that it is unnecessary. You have been calm and want to divorce. If I don't send messages, I will increase the frequency of consultation. The happiest person is the person who gives advice .”

Yue Qingling was caught laughing.If it was an instant contact chat, the words "who do you talk to for advice" may have been asked.

Next is to explain the trifles.For example, I don’t dare to eat seafood anymore, Pan Yu is very polite, Leng Han no longer cooks and harms people, and starts to do food reviews. The restaurants with good reviews are generally poor business, I don’t know if they are charged advertising fees or have weird tastes.

Yue Qingling finished watching it out of nowhere.The same is to explain daily life, writing letters is smarter and more interesting than typing, and there are many interesting details in the details.

Qin Zhe's handwriting is considered beautiful, but he was obviously unskilled in writing at the beginning.When it comes to Pan Yu and Leng Han's comments, I probably don't know what to say, and there will be traces of hesitation and pause.

Also, Qin Zhe will be very serious when writing double quotation marks.Most people just do it with two strokes at will, but Qin Zhe can draw tadpole shapes with the same arc and size.

Yue Qingling just finished reading it, and reached out to the next one.When he saw the two sheets of paper, he was surprised how more and more he wrote on them. When he opened it, he found that there was something more shocking than Qin Zhe's writing on two sheets of paper.

Of the two sheets of paper, one is a letter and the other is a drawing.The painting is a sketch portrait, depicting the forced group photos he put in the photo album at that time.

He used to like Qin Zhe so much, wishing he could travel back and meet him early, so he took a "photo" of himself with Qin Zhe's graduation photo.Later, when they were about to divorce, he took back the photos and accidentally found out about Qin Zhe's father, which ended in embarrassment.

He thought that Qin Zhe would hate this memory quite a lot, but he didn't expect...

Yue Qingling picked up the sketch photo and looked at it again and again, still feeling incredible: Not only did Qin Zhe not mind that his secret was discovered, but he was willing to find a way to realize his childish dream of taking a photo.

It turns out that the two photos are very different. Qin Zhe's one is clear and bright, with a correct expression, while his was captured, slightly blurred, with a confused expression, and the shooting distance is also subtly different, not to mention the painting style of the background.

It is much more harmonious to present all with paintings.Adjusting the distance, standing side by side, the two smiling faces seem to have a tacit understanding.

Yue Qingling frowned, thinking that this painter understood Qin Zhe's selfishness.

He took the letter and wanted to see how Qin Zhe found such a person, but found that the facts were even more terrifying.

"I drew the painting. I didn't touch it for many years, and it took a few months to remember how to paint."

Yue Qingling's first reaction was disbelief, thinking that Qin Zhe was pretending.Looking down, I realized how much I hoped that Qin Zhe was really pretending.

"I started learning out of interest, and I persisted because I could get praise, which was better than Qin Meng. Later, my grandfather asked a psychiatrist to analyze my paintings, and I gave up."

Yue Qingling remembered that there was indeed a picture of Qin Zhe painting in the album.Sitting at the table at the age of three or four and scribbling, ten years old is the pride of maturely holding the competition trophy.After persisting for so many years, I was so shocked that I gave up...

Yue Qingling sighed, looked down and found that he was thinking too much.

"And didn't tell them that those paintings were copies, and the dark imagery in them had nothing to do with me."

The corner of his mouth twitched and he laughed out loud.

Was this really written by Qin Zhe? !Why are you so silly.

After that, Qin Zhe became less sloppy, and said the reason for writing the letter, "I wrote the letter because I saw your Weibo. Some fans wrote a confession letter by hand, and you will forward it and like it. It should be like it."

Yue Qingling glanced at the letters scattered on the table, and sighed softly, "Stupid. I don't like it, because it was written by Chen Xi and I forwarded it."

He muttered, feeling that the fluffy sentence was far from the letter written by Qin Zhe's hand.

What's more, Qin Zhe was far away and couldn't hear his response at all.

So what if you responded?They are going to divorce.

Yue Qingling sighed with emotion, but still did not change her mind about separation.He was afraid that he would look at it again, so he thought about packing it up and throwing it away. When he packed up the puzzle pieces, he hesitated again: If you are idle, you are also idle. Try to read it together?

He sorted the pieces according to the numbers on the back of the pieces, and started to put them together after sorting them out. Half an hour later, he called Cui Mingkun to help.

The two of them worked together in just over an hour.

"Looking at the scenery through the window?" Cui Mingkun stroked his chin and looked at it. "But the scenery is so-so. It's dark, there are no stars and moons, and there are lights at the door, but it's not pretty..."

Yue Qingling smiled, "It's normal, I watch it every day."

"day by day?"

"This is Qin Zhe's yard"

"How did you see it?"

"Because I often stand in this position, watching the courtyard gate and waiting for Qin Zhe to come back."

Cui Mingkun was completely stunned and didn't speak for a while.

Yue Qingling didn't want to continue the chat, she frowned and stared at the completed puzzle.

"Hey, we put it together with great difficulty, don't be impulsive." Cui Mingkun was afraid that he would vent the resentment he had been waiting for on the puzzle in the next second, so he carefully stretched out his hand to stop it in front of him.

"Don't worry, I won't tear it down. I'm just weird."

"What's strange?"

"Now the lights at the courtyard gate are not like this."

"Maybe this one is better to draw?"

Yue Qingling shook her head, "No, this lamp is very special."

"What's so special?"

"..."

Yue Qingling didn't answer because he couldn't tell the truth.

Because this lamp was replaced by him before his rebirth, the time should be two years later.

Qin Zhe saw the forwarding on Weibo and planned to write to Yue Qingling.He didn't know what to write at first, so he found a lot of fan letters for reference, and found that most of them were fans' feelings for idols.

He didn't want to plagiarize, and he didn't want to express such meaning to Yue Qingling. After two days of distress, he suddenly thought of what the psychiatrist said, "Don't think about the result, think about what you want to say."

Qin Zhe disagreed with this sentence before.It wasn't once or twice that he made Yue Qingling angry when he said something wrong.Now, he found that the doctor was quite right - there was no reply in the end, so there was no need to worry about it.

He wrote a letter and found it much easier to write than to send a message.

Sending a message is easy to associate with work, writing a letter is easier to mobilize emotions, and it is not so difficult to start.

Qin Zhe wrote two pieces and sent over his own drawings and puzzles.

One is a group photo and sketch that Yue Qingling had been looking forward to, and the other is a line draft he drew and asked others to help color it and make it into a jigsaw puzzle.The two paintings were drawn by him based on the appearance in his memory, the details are not delicate enough, but...

When Qin Zhe thought that Yue Qingling would probably throw it directly into the trash can, he felt no pressure.

A week later, he felt that the things should arrive, and Yue Qingling should have thrown them into the trash can if they were fast.He felt that the possibility of Yue Qingling's reply was 1%, but he still kept a glimmer of hope, waiting for a miracle to happen.

A miracle really happened, Yue Qingling called him.

Seeing Shaocheng on the caller ID, Qin Zhe guessed it was Yue Qingling, so he quickly put down the document in his hand, "Qingling?"

Yue Qingling said directly to the business, "Don't write your own name when sending things."

Qin Zhe remembered that he didn't write it, but he couldn't guarantee that the courier company would not put a note with the sender's information on the package, "I'm sorry, I will pay attention."

Yue Qingling was silent for two seconds, then said, "Don't send it."

Qin Zhe was hung up on the phone, stared at the phone for two seconds and found another strange angle: a few useless letters in exchange for a phone call, not bad.

He thought of this, took out the letter paper from the drawer and started again.

On the other end, Yue Qingling gave up the phone to the next person. When he turned around, he saw the envelopes and letter paper on the shelf. After staring at them for two seconds, he walked away, muttering thoughts that only he could hear.

"That kind of round lamp is everywhere, it's just a coincidence... He probably won't send it?"

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