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

Yue Qingling found that there was a lamp in the picture that was replaced two years later, so he wanted to ask Qin Zhe.He didn't figure out how to ask, and walked to the canteen according to the plan, thinking about it while queuing.

He saw three people in front of him and thought he still had some time to think, but he didn't expect others to give up his position considerately.

"Qing Ling, you should fight first."

"No, I'll just line up.

"What are you being polite about? Last time you helped me line up, I haven't thanked you yet."

Yue Qingling was inexplicably pushed to the front of the phone, and glanced guiltyly at the other two people in line.

Those two people also had tolerant expressions, and each of them persuaded him with one sentence.

"It's okay, let's fight."

"Talk slowly, we are not in a hurry to watch TV."

Everyone heard that every time he made a phone call, he took 2 minutes to complete the call, and he imagined the kindness of "giving up time to others", and felt very sorry, and would give him up whenever he had the opportunity.

Yue Qingling couldn't refuse, so she bit the bullet and picked up the microphone.He wanted to save time, so he pressed it very quickly. He didn't expect to make others smile knowingly like this—the reason why he can recite the number so well is because the other party is very important, right?

Yue Qingling noticed their gratified expressions, awkwardly, and turned slightly to avoid staring.

The call was connected within seconds, and Qin Zhe's voice was eager and joyful, "Qing Ling?"

Yue Qingling didn't know what to say for a moment, raised his eyes just to meet the blackened light tube in the canteen, and suddenly realized that he was doing something stupid.

In the dilapidated brick house, he used an old-fashioned telephone to ask about the lamp of a villa, isn't it weird?

Yue Qingling didn't want to ask any more, told Qin Zhe not to send anything, and then hung up.

He went back to the room and looked at the puzzle again, but couldn't find any other details except the lamp.He didn't have that deep impression of the courtyard either, so he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't remember it wrong. Looking around, he felt that he was thinking too much.

Yue Qingling stopped to observe and moved away the desk lamp, straightened up and felt the soreness caused by the posture at the desk, and stretched.

"Don't watch it anymore?" Cui Mingkun was still rubbing his eyes at him secretly, "Use jigsaw glue to rub it to shape it."

Yue Qingling smiled, "That's why you insist on staying up?"

"Yes. I put it together with great difficulty, and I don't want you to dismantle it."

"Okay, let me see how to use the jigsaw glue."

Yue Qingling took apart the jigsaw puzzle tool, took the instruction manual inside and found Qin Zhe's words in the blank space: "I'm sorry for making you wait for me."

He froze for a moment, recalling countless nights of waiting.How can he have such a leisurely look at the scenery, looking forward to Qin Zhe's appearance, and when he gets bored, he will curse resentfully: "Aren't you back yet? Don't you know I'm waiting?"

Now, instead of waiting, Qin Zhe stood where he used to be, drew the courtyard door that would open at some time and told him: I know, I'm sorry.

Yue Qingling looked at the jigsaw puzzle, and found that the night under the brush was as dense and depressing as he remembered.He didn't feel too much joy because of the change of position and the belated apology, he just felt tired from the past and sighed.

Cui Mingkun sighed after hearing this, and asked doubtfully, "What, is it difficult?"

Yue Qingling shook his head, "It's not difficult, just wait for six hours."

"I'll help you?"

"No, you rest."

Yue Qingling had already picked up the brush and brushed the shaped glue on it little by little.When brushing, his mood was numb, and he let the fatigue brought by the memories occupy his body, slowly.

He only stared at the part that was brushed, and after finishing it, he looked at the whole picture from a distance, only to find that the puzzle was brighter than before.

"Wow." Cui Mingkun could notice the changes in the puzzle without stepping forward, "The puzzle is glowing."

Yue Qingling also stopped the depression of reminiscing, and fixed her eyes on the brand new jigsaw puzzle, "Well, it's pretty good."

"Leave it alone. Rest early."

"it is good."

Yue Qingling tidied up the table and hesitated for a while when he picked up the instruction manual written by Qin Zhe. After thinking about it, he didn't throw it away, and threw it together with other sundries into the puzzle box.

The second day of shooting had to be done early in the morning, and Yue Qingling and Cui Mingkun didn't have time to take care of the jigsaw puzzles where the glue had dried out. They came back at night to do the steps of assembling the photo frames.Yue Qingling didn't want to put the table on the table, and Cui Mingkun didn't dare to. In the end, the puzzle that was worked so hard ended up in the bottom of the box.

Yue Qingling ignored it after putting it away and concentrated on filming.Four days later, he received another letter from Qin Zhe. He wanted to reject it but felt sorry for the postman who made a special trip. He gritted his teeth and took it, but made up his mind not to read it.

When he returned to the room, he was about to throw the letter into the drawer before he saw the jigsaw puzzle lying quietly in it, but suddenly noticed the lamp in the jigsaw puzzle that was replaced two years later.

With a thought, Yue Qingling opened the letter, and was still brainwashing himself there, "I'm here to prove the conjecture. Well, that's it."

He found himself a good excuse to read the letter carefully.This time Qin Zhe said less. He first apologized for writing his name in the email, and then talked about Le Chenxi's volunteering.

"Mom and Dad think that I have helped Chen Xi and I have the right to express my opinion, but they also said that I will not tell you."

"I feel bad, I'm here to tell you."

"I suggested that he repeat the study, but they didn't object or agree, and told me to eat more vegetables."

In three simple sentences, an embarrassing communication story was told.

Yue Qingling was inexplicably caught laughing, raised the corners of her lips and looked down, disappointed to find that Qin Zhe had just said that one paragraph, and the rest of what he said was telling him to take good care of himself.

"Of course I will take care of myself. If I don't write what I should write, it's a waste of pen and ink."

Yue Qingling clicked his tongue, complained loudly, threw the finished letter paper aside and began to observe the envelope this time.

There was urgent words on the envelope, it seems that Qin Zhe hoped that he would see it sooner.

In the end, he really watched it, but he still couldn’t get enough of it.

Yue Qingling came back to her senses and felt that she had lost out to curiosity and self-control, and she suffered a crushing defeat.He didn't want to go on like this, he locked the letter and the puzzle together and went to wash his face, and sat in the yard after waking up to reflect on himself.

He repeated such steps many times.When I received the letter, I pretended to lock it. Halfway through the lock, I thought it was all right to read it. After reading it, I felt unsatisfied. After a while, I regretted it and really locked it up...

Later, he saved himself some energy and read it directly without entanglement.

There was even a bit of a desire to return calls and letters.

Yue Qingling knew that the answer was really over, so he held on to the last hurdle firmly.But when he went to the canteen to make a call, the number of times he looked at the envelope and letter paper obviously increased, and he hesitated when dialing the number, so he pursed his lips before dialing the home number.

One person saw his entanglement and made a move one day when he walked around the stationery shelf twice.

"Young man." The old lady selling handicrafts beckoned for him to approach.

Yue Qingling leaned closer and heard grandma say something in a low voice, "You can't write either?"

Yue Qingling froze for a moment, then turned to see grandma's worried face.He made a difficult mistake, saying that he can't write is easy to be exposed, and if he says he can write, grandma may stuff the letter paper into his hand.

He can say no to a young and strong postman, but he can't say "no" to a weak and poor old woman.

"It's okay." Grandma took it as the default meaning, and took a piece of paper from the basket she carried to fold things for him.

Yue Qingling pulled a chair for grandma to sit down and watched intently.

Grandma's movements are fast and complicated, accompanied by the operation of tearing strands of paper and interweaving them into three-dimensional patterns.Finally, the finished product is an irregular pattern, octagons of different lengths, and the three-dimensional pattern in the middle is like a combination of Sichuan and tilde.

Grandma finished, and put the things directly in his palm, "You can send this."

"What does it mean?"

"It's also called 'letter'. In the past, there was a prayer festival in the village, and I would fold this for anyone I saw."

"That's great, thank you grandma." Yue Qingling didn't want to disappoint grandma's wishes, and pretended to accept it.

Grandma snatched it back, "Fold it yourself. I'll teach you."

Yue Qingling saw how persistent her grandma was, thinking that she would learn when she was idle.After learning it, take the folded "letter" back and put it in the same drawer as the previous letter and puzzle.

Before he was about to lock it up, he counted the number of incoming letters, "There are more than a dozen, how can he write so well."

And every letter has complaints, which made him want to read it inexplicably.

Yue Qingling started the daily regret and introspection again, staring at the letter in the drawer in a daze.

When Cui Mingkun came back, seeing him so lost, he said, "I'll give you my drawer, it must be enough."

"I'm not bothered by this."

"what is that?"

"Why can't I stop watching it every time?"

"Because life here is so boring."

Yue Qingling pouted, "Yes, I have to keep myself busy."

"I'm busy getting ready. Leng Han is coming over."

"what?"

Yue Qingling stood up all of a sudden, grabbed Cui Mingkun's hand and asked anxiously, "When? Where do you live? You won't be in the same room with us, will you?"

"No, he is familiar with the director. What are you in a hurry for?"

"Cough, because the room is small."

Yueqing Ling calmed down and returned to her daily gentle and indifferent state.

Referred to as pretense.

Cui Mingkun saw him squatting back to lock the cabinet, and rolled his eyes, "Are you afraid that Qin Zhe's letter will be discovered?"

Yue Qingling was punctured and simply broke the can, "That's right. How about I burn them all?"

Cui Mingkun saw through his thoughts, "Don't. It's been windy recently, and there are ashes everywhere when it burns, which is very annoying. If you want to burn, run outside."

"Outside? The villagers will complain when they see it."

"Then don't burn it."

"Ok."

Of course Yue Qingling didn't insist, she sat back on the bed and started to be dazed.

Cui Mingkun pushed him, "Don't be dazed. Leng Han can help us bring things. Think about what you lack."

Yue Qingling shook her head, "I don't lack anything."

Cui Mingkun thought about it by himself, "There are only three items for each person. The opportunity is rare, so I have to think about it. Game consoles? The charging here is too slow. You can have mosquito repellent water, and snacks..."

Yue Qingling listened to Cui Mingkun's broken thoughts, thinking that it's good to have hope.He liked the script of "The Dumb", and felt that the shooting time passed quickly, and he was not dissatisfied with the simple living conditions, and had no expectation of going home.

After thinking about it for a while, he really didn't want anything in particular, so he gave the opportunity to Cui Mingkun.

On the night when Leng Han and Pan Yu came, the crew went to welcome them—the first was to collect the things they had asked to bring, and the second was to welcome the brothers in need who wanted to come and suffer together.

Yue Qingling also went, and followed director Bian Ming to stand at the forefront where you can see the cars coming from the mountain road at a glance.

"Hey, here we come." Bian Ming smiled when he saw the two cars coming, "How many things have you ordered? You have already used the truck."

Everyone also laughed, and many people started to rub their hands excitedly holding the bag.

Yue Qingling was also holding the bag.Cui Mingkun used his quota to order three packs of instant noodles, which were hard to hold with one hand and easily cut off by others.He had to be hidden in the bag so that he could be carried back in one piece.

The car stopped, Leng Han got out of the front car, and was very excited when he saw the torches on the side of the road, "Wow! It's so interesting!"

Bian Ming helped carry the luggage bag, "There are many turns on the mountain road, so you don't get motion sickness?"

"No! I've been taking pictures all the way, the scenery here is so beautiful!"

"It's pretty good, and I won't get tired of watching it for two days."

Leng Han's thoughts were very naive, "How can you get tired of watching it! Let's take a picture together later."

Bian Ming didn't think so, and said perfunctorily, "Tomorrow, I'll take you to where you live."

"Wait." Leng Han turned to Yue Qingling beside him, "Qing Ling, long time no see."

Yue Qingling responded with a smile, "Yeah, it's been a hard journey all the way."

Leng Han suddenly took his hand, "Come here."

Yue Qingling was puzzled, but obediently followed.

They went around to the trunk of the car, where a man was unloading luggage.The man was wearing a hat and a mask. He was tall and moved his luggage lightly, but he bowed his head the whole time as if he didn't want to be seen.

Leng Han pulled him over, and asked quietly, "Why do they want me to bring cans of instant noodles? Is the food really bad? Are there any spiders? Someone told me to bring three bottles of insecticide..."

Yue Qingling didn't listen much, and looked at the driver silently carrying the luggage, "Your driver is very shy."

"Yes. So don't look at him." Leng Han grabbed his hand to make him turn around.

Yue Qingling snorted softly, "Is he only allowed to look at me? Qin Zhe, when did you change your career to be a driver?"

The "driver" paused, did not continue to carry the luggage, and raised his head to reveal the pair of familiar eyes.