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"Professor Jiang, come out for a walk after dinner?"

Jiang Wenbin nodded gently, "Yes, come out to digest food."

"Where's Teacher Ye?"

"She suffered from rheumatism again in the past two days, and she is resting at home." Jiang Wenbin's expression was normal, making it impossible to see that he had been fighting with his wife for several months.

"It's time to take care of yourself when you're older...Okay, I'll go to the supermarket and see you, Professor Jiang."

Jiang Wenbin strolled around the community and greeted many people. Most of the people living in this community are teachers from universities and affiliated schools. They are very familiar with each other and their families.

Jiang Wenbin's wife is a countryman who works in a garment factory, and her neighbors all know about it, but Jiang Wenbin is a highly respected professor. In order to save Jiang Wenbin's face, everyone called Ye Xiaojuan Teacher Ye in front of Jiang Wenbin.

Jiang Wenbin went to the biscuit stand at the gate of the community to buy a sugar biscuit, and ate it while watching people play chess at the gazebo of the community. The two chess players finished a game and asked Jiang Wenbin to play a game.

"Come on, Professor Jiang, your chess move is famous in S University, give me some advice."

"No, no," Jiang Wenbin waved his hands with a smile on his face, "I still have something to do at home."

"Oh, Professor Jiang, hurry back and wash the dishes."

The relationship between Jiang Wenbin and Ye Xiaojuan, a "scholar" and a "soldier", is often used by acquaintances in the community to joke and joke. Everyone knows that Jiang Wenbin is a strict wife, and he pays a lot of salary to his wife. Being angry with his wife all day long, everyone said that Ye Xiaojuan had won the first-class lottery, a countryman could jail a university professor.

Jiang Wenbin chatted and laughed with others, washed his sugar cake-stained hands in a nearby sink, tidied up the folds of his shirt, and made himself spotless before heading towards the door of the house.

Ye Xiaojuan has been making a lot of noise recently.

Jiang Wenbin is no stranger to Ye Xiaojuan's intermittent seizures. Ever since he went to college, he has felt that the distance between the two of them is getting farther and farther, and the friction is increasing. Back then, he had the opportunity to stay in the capital. Yes, it can be said that it is a great opportunity. The old professors in the school value him very much and intend to make him his successor.

It's a pity that Ye Xiaojuan refused to let him stay in Beijing. If he wanted to stay in Beijing, he would get a divorce. Jiang Wenbin had no choice but to settle for the next best thing and return to the south.

His compromise did not bring about harmony in the family. I don’t know when, the gentle and generous Ye Xiaojuan he knew at the beginning disappeared, and his wife was covered in thorns, forcing him to arm himself. Now the home is a battlefield. , he and his wife are like class enemies.

No wonder the police suspect the spouse first as soon as the murder occurs. Conflicts between husband and wife are so easy.

Jiang Wenbin shook his head while thinking, and stood at the door of the house with a gloomy face, and took out the key to open the door after heaving a long sigh.

The people in the living room heard the sound of the door opening and followed the prestige. Jiang Wenbin saw a strange and beautiful young man holding a teacup and greeted him, "Hello, Jiang Wenbin."

Jiang Wenbin was stunned for a long time when he heard the other party's greeting.

Although these three characters were his own name, it had been a long time since anyone called him by his first name. Jiang Wenbin glanced at Ye Xiaojuan.

Ye Xiaojuan is no longer indifferent, and people are kind when they are about to die. When a relationship comes to an end, it is like a terminally ill person. The emotion of anger has long since disappeared with the long years, leaving only persistence And the calm that waits for the end.

"This child is my friend," Ye Xiaojuan said calmly, "and also my witness."

"Witness?" Ye Xiaojuan took the initiative to speak, and Jiang Wenbin stopped fighting. He stood not far from the two with his hands behind his back, "Witness what?"

"There are some things I want to tell you clearly."

"I do not want to hear--"

The gentle professor outside waved his hand impatiently, taking an evasive attitude towards the war that his wife was about to detonate. He could guess what Ye Xiaojuan was going to say, she was dissatisfied with him, dissatisfied with this marriage, The dissatisfaction in life, and those things in Jiang Wenbin's heart, are all Ye Xiaojuan's self-inflicted. She wants to get into a dead end, wants to be unhappy, and he will not accompany her.

Jiang Wenbin opened the refrigerator while waving his hands, "I don't want to quarrel with you. If you want to get sick, you can get sick as much as you want. I won't interfere, and don't ask me to go into the water." He took out a bowl of mung bean soup from the refrigerator and drank it Take a sip, "I also advise you to think about it carefully, whether what you are doing now is in line with the status that an elder should have, that's all I have to say, you can do it yourself."

What a self-righteous man, Du Cheng sat here but after listening to Jiang Wenbin's two or three words, he was already in a very unhappy mood. He looked at Ye Xiaojuan, and the calmness on Ye Xiaojuan's face was more like a kind of numbness after years of habit. Having cultivated a whole body of armor, he is already invulnerable to Jiang Wenbin's words.

"I don't want to quarrel with you today, let's sit down and talk seriously and calmly, shall we?"

Behind the refrigerator, Jiang Wenbin heard his wife's gentle, almost pleading words, his face softened a little, and he even felt a little nostalgic. It seemed that he hadn't heard Ye Xiaojuan talk to him so gently for so many years. The yin and yang are strange, and it is really rare to speak calmly with each other.

In Jiang Wenbin's memory, the last time the husband and wife "talked well" seemed to be at the wedding of their youngest daughter.

"Okay," Jiang Wenbin cleared his throat and closed the refrigerator door, "What do you want to say."

"That photo."

"Which photo?"

Ye Xiaojuan took out a well-preserved old photo from behind, "This one."

Jiang Wenbin was short-sighted, and when he approached and saw the photo, his calm expression suddenly changed, "Are you going to quarrel again?!"

The voice rose a few degrees.

Du Cheng propped his face and looked at Jiang Wenbin quietly, thinking to himself, people who say they don't want to quarrel seem much more aggressive.

Jiang Wenbin noticed Du Cheng's eyes and cleared his throat, "This is our family business, please trouble the irrelevant people out."

"I'm not an irrelevant person," Du Cheng propped his face, with a relaxed expression, "I've said it before, I'm a witness for both of you, Jiang Wenbin, are you so impatient when you talk to your wife? Back then In the countryside, your wife picks up shit, is your voice so loud when you are eating and not working at home?"

Hearing Du Cheng mentioned the past, instead of showing shame, Jiang Wenbin looked at Ye Xiaojuan angrily, then took a calming breathing movement, and said in a cold and flat voice: "You are telling others about family affairs again. Are you interested in talking about what happened back then?"

"I want to ask about this photo right now." No matter what Jiang Wenbin said, Ye Xiaojuan turned a deaf ear to it. She turned over the photo, "What does this sentence mean."

"There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, but the king does not know."

The graceful and unrestrained handwriting was written by a girl.

Jiang Wenbin was stunned.

His long-term memory was vague, and an unclear figure appeared in his mind.

With short hair, a jacket, and holding a wine glass, he sang on the wine table heartily and beat time, causing bursts of applause.

Jiang Wenbin can't remember the girl's name, but there is indeed such a person.

When the words on the photo were written, Jiang Wenbin can't remember at all. Who remembers what happened decades ago when he went to college.

He clearly remembered that he and Ye Xiaojuan quarreled over this photo, and that seemed to be the first time they had quarreled.

"This thing was made decades ago, what do you mean by it?" Jiang Wenbin was still impatient.

Ye Xiaojuan insisted, "I want to know, I want to know today."

Before Jiang Wenbin's complexion changed suddenly and he was about to get angry, Du Cheng said slowly: "Some people say they don't want to quarrel today."

Before Jiang Wenbin's anger could be vented, he was forcefully blocked back.

"Okay, you want to know, okay," Jiang Wenbin took two steps with his hands behind his back, and finally said loudly, "The female classmate wrote it to me. She likes me. What's wrong?"

Ye Xiaojuan felt relieved, she relaxed her back at once, with a relieved smile on her face, she guessed right, "You finally admitted it."

"What did I admit? Ye Xiaojuan, for so many years, is this what you have been worrying about?" Jiang Wenbin's face was absurd, "I tell you, I can only admit that the female classmate is interested in me, and I might as well say no more. Let me tell you, more than one female classmate is interested in me, but I—Jiang Wenbin, swear by my personality, I have never done anything to be sorry for you!"

Ye Xiaojuan smiled, and said softly: "What do you mean when you say I'm sorry? It means you are dating another woman? Jiang Wenbin, don't worry, I know you haven't, but I'm asking you, listen carefully Now, let me say it again, don’t worry. In this marriage, don’t you have a moment to run away? You hide this photo in the mezzanine of the suitcase, don’t you have any other thoughts? I’m coming to the capital Look at you, you tell others that I am your relative, isn't it because you think I am not worthy of you, your vanity makes you dislike me and this marriage, have you fantasized about it many times, if you If your wife is not an unappealing countryman, you will be much more relaxed and happy. If your wife is a decent person like you, you will not tell others that you are not married yet."

In the previous quarrels, the two of them were hiding and concealing, only emotional charges and disputes. This time, Ye Xiaojuan made it clear what she wanted to say, and explained Jiang Wenbin's thoughts thoroughly. When Jiang Wenbin listened, he also said it to himself.

She said to herself, Xiaojuan, it's not worth it.

"Let me ask you one last question," Ye Xiaojuan said to Jiang Wenbin, who was already stunned, with a threatening expression on her face and tears in her eyes, "Do you regret it? Do you regret marrying me?"

The past is coming in like a tide. The memories of decades are clear and some are vague, but the memory of marriage is a part of my mind that cannot be ignored. The frenzy of chasing after each other, the sweetness of secretly touching hands during an open-air movie, the peaceful and peaceful years after marriage, the heartache crying when seeing her labor hard to give birth to children, and then the marriage life of tit for tat drifting away...

Jiang Wenbin looked at that face, his wife's face, filled with time and wind and frost, those clear eyes like a stream had already become cloudy, her youth, her age, every strand of her face Wrinkles have his participation.

Jiang Wenbin suddenly understood Ye Xiaojuan's obsession with this photo.

"Xiaojuan..." He softened his tone, "Of course I don't regret it. The thing I don't regret the most in my life is marrying you."

He is serious.

Ye Xiaojuan smiled, and she blinked quickly to make the tears disappear in her eyelashes, "But, I regret it very much."

Jiang Wenbin was shocked. He thought, Ye Xiaojuan probably didn't finish her sentence, and it probably didn't mean what he thought.

"Wenbin," Ye Xiaojuan softly called the name that had made her happy and shed tears, "Let's get a divorce."