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Chapter 198 Sang Baiyue (5)

During the days and nights when she didn't speak, Sang Baiyue experienced the happiness of running a family.

Staying in the house of Anting Xinyuan, which may not have the right to enter in the near future, wipes the furniture, floors, and toys that may not have the opportunity to wipe in the near future, and my heart is full of cherished feelings.

A precious treasure.Wipe one less time.

So does cooking.

Lu Zhenzhong never ate the meals she cooked for Lu Zhenzhong.

A small goal of "must attract Lu Zhenzhong to eat" emerged spontaneously.Trying to improve the color and fragrance is like walking on a dark path that can never see the exit.It is a challenge, but also a practice.

Suddenly one day, the french toast she made was eaten by Lu Zhenzhong, who was recovering from illness.

At that time, she came out of the kitchen with a small dish and spoon in her hand, and was about to go to the dining room. When she looked up, she saw Lu Zhenzhong sitting at the dining table after the morning wash, eating her little toast with frowned eyes.My heart was beating wildly, my breathing became unstable, and tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.

What kind of happiness is that.

Before despair, there is light at the end of the dark path.

This is the happiness that "may be lost" confers.

into the night.

Sang Baiyue turned around like a girl sitting in a black car, facing Lu Zhenzhong's back.Waiting for the four eyes to meet in the dark night.She has a lot to say to him.

What I want to say most is an apology.She let him down just when he needed her most.She regrets this very much, and she will gain wisdom in the future, and try to be a partner who can lean on and rest for him when he is tired.

She wanted to touch his hair, his face.Recently, this face is too serious.After a comparison, he felt that his lazy smile in the past was so precious.It's because she doesn't know how to cherish it.

When she was thinking wildly, Lu Zhenzhong really turned around and met her teary eyes.

He seemed to reach out to wipe, but retracted halfway.

Before Sang Baiyue could react, he turned over and turned his back to her again.

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.She slowly stretched out her hand, and her fingertips gradually approached his head, but she didn't dare to really touch it after all.

Sang Baiyue, who was like a chicken blooded before, gradually became weak.

One day, she couldn't remember how many days she came to Anting, she sat on the balcony in a daze.The chin rests on the cushion printed with beautiful big flowers, and the cushion is hugged in the arms.Just as his eyes wandered, he suddenly saw Lu Zhenzhong's figure below the 6th floor.

The man knelt up and sat up, pressed his forehead against the glass and looked carefully, and saw Lu Zhenzhong walking side by side with a woman.The two walked very slowly, Lu Zhenzhong sent the woman to the entrance of the building facing her house, and watched the woman enter the security door.

Sang Baiyue's heart picked up instantly.

What she was most worried about finally happened.

Although Lu Zhenzhong didn't follow the woman upstairs, the way he stopped and stared at her back said everything.

Distraught, she asked her best friend online, what should I do if my husband cheated on me?
As a woman who wants to be strong, she dare not tell her acquaintances and friends in life what is on her mind.She couldn't bear their pitying looks.Reality has gradually taught her to let go of her vanity, but it hasn't taught her to let go of useless things.

Sang Baiyue felt that she was sick.Although the person who really had a fever a few days ago was Lu Zhenzhong.

Enduring the discomfort, she brought the dinner prepared for Lu Zhenzhong to the table.

She originally planned to eat at the same table as him, but now, all the strength in her body is only enough for her to climb onto the bed.

This night was destined to be a night she would never forget.

She had a dream, dreaming that Lu Zhenzhong had a showdown with her, saying that he fell in love with another woman and wanted to divorce her.Sang Baiyue's arrogance made her only agree.The two went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through divorce procedures.When it was time to sign, she asked Lu Zhenzhong: What about my daughter?
The woman who accompanied Lu Zhenzhong in the divorce procedure said with a smile: "It's torn, it's divided into two."

Holding a pen to sign, Sang Baiyue, who had always controlled her emotions well, suddenly collapsed.She threw away the pen, tore up the divorce agreement, and sat on the ground in public, crying hysterically.

She cried so much that she forgot how decently she was forced to wear it on her body by her mother holding a ruler.She broke free from the shackles that bound her.

She cried for her daughter, but also for herself.

From childhood to obedience to the rules, from childhood to self-denial and courtesy, from childhood to caution, from childhood to observation of words and deeds.In the end, it was just an empty game, and Tutu wronged himself.

She cried for her poor life, crying profusely.Almost convulsive.

"Wake up, wake up." Someone called her.

She cried until she could hardly breathe, and tried to open her eyes.It's pitch black all around and soft to the touch.She was lying on the bed.

"You had a nightmare?" Lu Zhenzhong's voice came.Although the voice was full of unhappiness, didn't he wake her up?
Sang Baiyue wept, groped, and without hesitation, hugged the body beside her tightly.

She was still crying, tears streaming down her cheeks, falling on Lu Zhenzhong's chest, and quickly soaked her pajamas.Lu Zhenzhong froze, hesitated, and finally softened, putting his hand on her back.

The next day, when Sang Baiyue woke up, the sky was already bright.

The room was quiet.She got out of bed, opened the door, and found that Lu Zhenzhong had already gone to work.On this day when she was out of her mind, she tried hard to ask herself: What should I do if I really want to get a divorce?
Take out the paper and pen, sit cross-legged on the dining chair, write a small composition on the dining table, and do mental construction for yourself.

If she really wanted a divorce, she could have nothing but fight for the custody of Zhenqi.

If she really wanted a divorce, she would take Zhen Qi to rent a house outside, and would rather spend money to take care of her aunt than run away from her mother.Mom didn't talk about her to death, and didn't mention Lu Zhenzhong 800 times a day in front of her to count her as a loser.

If she really wanted to get a divorce, she had to control her expenses, plan carefully and save money from now on.

Really going to divorce... She couldn't write anymore.He let out a long sigh and covered his face with his hands.

That night, she almost kept her head down, only seeing his feet moving around the house.She doesn't look at his face.Afraid to see him hesitant to speak.

Out of escape, on the third morning, shortly after Lu Zhenzhong left for work, Sang Baiyue fled back to the city.The only message I sent to Lu Zhenzhong was that the money was in the milk box under the bed.

On the subway back to the city, she asked her online girlfriend: What happens if you get divorced?
Girlfriends are the best.Laughing and cursing, cynicism.Express your disdain for men to the fullest.Oh, Sang Baiyue almost forgot that none of them are married.

After returning to the urban area, Sang Baiyue, who silently waited for Lu Zhenzhong to notify her of divorce, matured quickly.

She discarded the vanity, and developed compassion, and with compassion, the ability to empathize has grown rapidly.

She became tolerant, gentle, friendly, quiet, and beautiful.

Her femininity casts an angelic light on her unremarkable face, making her look extraordinarily charming.

In the tormented waiting without breaking the limit of endurance, Sang Baiyue waited for a call from Lu Zhenzhong himself.

(End of this chapter)