Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

With a "click" sound, the room was opened by Shen Nuo, and everything in the small attic came into view.

Photos, wedding dresses, portraits... everything is about her.

Everything from the moment they met is presented in this attic.

Shen Nuo was stunned in place, his eyes scanning everything in the attic little by little, his eyes were blank.

What is Qin Siyu doing?

Photos of her sleeping on the table in high school, photos of her pursing her lips and smiling softly, photos of her receiving awards...and those bits and pieces that even she didn't know were all saved by him and made into a series. A picture album of her youth.

Going back from high school, we can see her walking around campus, her confidence and calmness in participating in various competitions, her nostalgia and tenderness while sitting in the library and staring at the pouring rain... These are her struggles in college. and longing.

After entering the society after college, she saw her increasingly tired face, saw her falling again and again like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, and getting up again and again, and saw the look in her eyes when he found her after returning to China. The struggle and longing...

After their marriage, every bit of their life was like a pool of turbid sewage. Shen Nuo's mind still flashed with the stubbornness and unwillingness, loneliness and loneliness at that time, but she in the photo was beautiful and peaceful, and it was him embracing her. The warmth and care in his arms... She never knew he cared behind his back.

Her wedding photos that had been synthesized appeared here, and there was also a wedding dress and suit that were exactly the same as in the wedding photos. She walked over slowly, raised her hand and glanced at the tag. She bought it three years ago, and she tried on the wedding dress. of the day.

Tears fell on the back of her hands, and Shen Nuo looked to the other side. There were countless sketches and oil paintings belonging to her portraits, and their every frown and smile were lifelike, as if she had walked into the painting and into his heart.

When she left, she had cut off the only photo of them together, but now it appears here again. Although it is full of countless cracks, the warm scene between the two of them can still be seen in the photo.

But she clearly remembered that this photo had been cut into countless pieces by her and thrown into the trash can.

Shen Nuo's fingertips touched the cracks on the photo, and Song Ya whispered behind her: "Mother Zhang said that after you left, he picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit, and then glued them together himself. All night long. Zhang Ma and the others tried to help, but he kicked her out."

Shen Nuo didn't speak, his eyes moved slightly and fell on another small display window, which was filled with all kinds of small things. It was clean and dust-free, as if it had been wiped by someone all the time.

The various gifts she gave him, the pen that disappeared inexplicably when she was in high school, her little hairpin...

Finally, her eyes fell on the last window, where there was an exquisite and gorgeous little brocade box.

She came to the little brocade box, which had a special password set on it. Shen Nuo was silent for a moment, raised her hand and entered the same password as the gatehouse, but in the end it showed that the password was wrong.

His birthday, her birthday... she tried four times, but all showed that the password was wrong. The mechanical electronic sound sounded a warning, seeming to remind her not to act rashly.

Shen Nuo stared at the little brocade box for a long time, then finally raised his hand and entered the numbers one by one.

The words "The password is correct" reached his ears, but Shen Nuo's hands froze.

The password she entered... was their wedding anniversary.

Yes, once.

The display window had been opened, but Shen Nuo had no desire to look at it.

She retracted her hand, stopped looking at the items in the window, turned around and walked out.

She is leaving here.

Everything here suffocated her and made her feel that everything she suffered was a joke.

She was a joke and so was he.

It's all a joke.

Song Ya didn't stop her anymore, turned around and glanced at the small attic, her eyes darkened, and she turned and left.

Song Ya grabbed Shen Nuo who was about to leave: "Xiao Nuo, where are you going?"

Shen Nuo looked at Song Ya blankly, and firmly pulled her hand from his arm.

"Ms. Song," she whispered, "I have finished reading what you asked me to read. Now, I want to go home."

Song Ya was stunned: "Don't you have anything to say?"

"What do you want me to say?" Shen Nuo's smile was pale: "Or, what kind of reaction do you want me to have? To be moved to tears, or to be so surprised that you forget everything? I'm sorry, I let you down. "

She was neither surprised nor moved. It was as if countless tiny needles were rushing into her heart. The pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe.

She doesn't understand, she really doesn't understand.

If Qin Siyu had fallen in love with her a long time ago, why did he treat her like that in the first place.

If he didn't love, then why did he do all this?

Going around and around, she still couldn't see through him and never understood him.

She thought that in the ten years of love, she was always a one-man show, but now they were all telling her that no, it had never been the case, that they were in love.

But how could two people who were in love get to where they are today?

Shen Nuo's eyes were sore and his eyes were scarlet: "I want to be alone for a while, is that okay?"

Song Ya didn't dare to push her anymore, took a step back and said softly: "I'm sorry."

Shen Nuo turned around, tears falling from her eyes, the crystal water droplets reflecting a brilliant color in the sunlight.

Song Ya looked at her tall and slender back with a dazed expression, as if she had seen herself in the past.

Zhang Ma looked at the two of them worriedly, and finally whispered: "Madam, don't blame Miss Shen, she is suffering too much."

Perhaps only Zhang Ma can understand how difficult Shen Nuo's journey was. Those countless rainy nights with lightning and thunder, and the woman curled up in her arms like a child, Zhang Ma cherished her for three years but couldn't get enough. woman.

She looks cold, but in fact she has a softer heart than anyone else.

He seemed indifferent, but he took little people like them into his heart.

A woman like you who is kind to me, I will repay you with ten points. She clumsily wants to protect herself from being hurt, but she never understands that being soft-hearted is her biggest weakness.

Now she seems to be stronger, but she is still unhappy.

Song Ya shook her head slightly, hugged Zhang Ma gently, and whispered: "Zhang Ma, thank you."

Zhang Ma was stunned for a moment, a little at a loss: "Madam..."

Song Ya smiled, patted her back gently to express comfort, turned and left.

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The lights in the emergency room finally went out, Zheng Xiujie and his father Zheng Yan walked out of it, and Qin Chen and Song Ya greeted them.

"How is Xiaoyu doing?"

Zheng Xiujie looked tired, his eyes were green and black, and his hands seemed to be shaking.

Qin Chen and Song Ya's hearts sank, and Song Ya's lips trembled: "So...what...how...are you doing?"