After three years of marriage, she didn't go home? 70's Jiaojiao wants a divorce

Chapter 60 You’re hiding something from me

Shen Qingqing's luggage was all in the hospital, and Jiang Zhixun, a grown man, didn't have much to bring.

There was no need to spend time packing. On the day Shen Qingqing was discharged from the hospital, the two took a bus to the county railway station.

In order to let Shen Qingqing have a good rest, I bought a sleeper ticket.

As the New Year approaches, many people travel back and forth.

Shen Qingqing's hands were tied and hung around her neck, and she walked in front with empty hands.

Jiang Zhixun followed closely behind with his luggage.

For fear that someone would bump into Shen Qingqing, Jiang Zhixun protected her in front of him all the way.

Use your body to separate Shen Qingqing from the crowd.

Jiang Zhixun was wearing a military green coat, with a tall figure and handsome features, and he stood out in the crowd.

Everyone who passed by would take a few glances at him, and they also noticed that the female comrade next to him had her arm fixed, and it was obvious that she was seriously injured.

Those who noticed the situation naturally distanced themselves from them.

I’m afraid of bumping into the injured and causing trouble.

Despite this, Jiang Zhixun did not relax and always kept Shen Qingqing within a safe range.

I didn't feel relieved until I got into the carriage.

The two places Jiang Zhixun bought were bunk beds.

Shen Qingqing was injured and couldn't climb the ladder, so she could only sleep on the lower bunk.

There are six beds in a private room, and since everyone is going home for the New Year, several beds are full.

Jiang Zhixun has a strong ability to adapt. Not to mention sleeping on the upper bunk, even sitting on a hard seat for a few days has no effect on him.

But in this way, he couldn't keep Shen Qingqing in his sight all the time.

There are all kinds of people on the train. Shen Qingqing encountered a hooligan when she came to the Northwest.

Jiang Zhixun has made up his mind that this time he will keep a close eye on Shen Qingqing.

Even if he went to the bathroom, he would stand guard at the door and would not give others the chance to harass Shen Qingqing.

In order to take care of Shen Qingqing more conveniently, Jiang Zhixun decided to switch seats with the man on the lower bunk opposite.

The lower bunk is convenient and you can sit when you don’t want to sleep.

The space in the middle and upper bunks is very small, and getting in and out is a hassle, not to mention stretching your body.

At first the man was reluctant, until Jiang Zhixun took out a food coupon, then he happily changed places with him.

After putting the luggage away, he took out the book Shen Qingqing wanted to read and gave her some snacks.

"Sit still, I'll get some water."

If it were in the past, Shen Qingqing would be touched by Jiang Zhixun's thoughtfulness.

But now she just found it annoying.

Whatever he wants to do is his own business, he doesn't need to tell her everything.

Similarly, she would get whatever she needed herself without Jiang Zhixun having to arrange it for her.

Seeing Shen Qingqing's impatient expression, Jiang Zhixun felt a prick in his heart again as she didn't speak because there were outsiders present.

Shen Qingqing came to the compound when she was fifteen years old, and they got along pretty well in the following years.

Even if you want to divorce, there is no need to treat each other as strangers, right?

Jiang Zhixun felt aggrieved, but he also knew that he was the one who caused it.

He didn't even have the qualifications to blame Shen Qingqing.

Jiang Zhixun couldn't be humble, nor could he pester Shen Qingqing.

Even if he really doesn't want to get divorced.

He pursed his lips, but in the end said nothing, then took the cup and kettle and left the private room.

Without Jiang Zhixun, whose presence was so strong, Shen Qingqing finally relaxed.

He touched the sling on his left hand and stared at the receding scenery outside the window in a daze.

I don’t know how much time passed, but I subconsciously reached into my coat pocket, but couldn’t find the little notebook I was carrying.

Only then did I remember that the little notebook had disappeared since the day I left the operating room.

I don’t know if it fell at the scene of the car accident.

It was when Jiang Zhixun was washing clothes that he searched out the notebook.

If it's the former, then it's lost.

Although some small things are recorded above, the most important thing is to remind myself that I must get a divorce.

Now the divorce application has been approved, and all I have to do is return to Beijing to get the divorce certificate.

If it is the latter, Jiang Zhixun saw something he shouldn't have seen, and things will be very troublesome.

Shen Qingqing didn't want Jiang Zhixun to know that she was sick. Although the truth would come out sooner or later, she wanted to delay it as much as possible.

At least finish the formalities first.

Again, she doesn't need Jiang Zhixun's sympathy.

She also doesn't want to use her illness to tie Jiang Zhixun to her side.

That was "oppression" of Jiang Zhixun.

It was also torture to herself.

Three years was enough for her to see the ridiculousness of this marriage. No matter how outstanding Jiang Zhixun was, he was not the partner she wanted.

As the New Year was approaching, there were many people on the train, and Jiang Zhixun had to wait in line for a long time before he could get hot water.

For the past three years, he has immersed himself in the military camp.

He was either training or on a mission, and had almost no private time, so he rarely thought of Shen Qingqing.

But now, after only being away for ten minutes, he felt anxious and just wanted to get back to Shen Qingqing as soon as possible.

Only when he saw her could he feel at ease.

Walk through the crowded carriage and return to the private room.

I saw Shen Qingqing open the box with one hand and look for something inside.

Jiang Zhixun put the water on the small table and asked, "What do you want? I'll get it for you."

Shen Qingqing didn't beat around the bush. "Have you seen my little notebook?"

Jiang Zhixun took out a notebook from his coat pocket, "Is this it?"

Out of respect, he didn't read the contents.

The fact that Shen Qingqing kept it close to her body might mean that the things written inside were very important.

Or maybe it was her diary.

Jiang Zhixun would never do something like peeking at someone else's diary.

And he was sure that if he really did that, Shen Qingqing would be very unhappy.

Maybe he'll even lose his temper.

For fear that things would be lost, he put away Shen Qingqing's clothes after washing them that day.

Shen Qingqing snatched it away and looked at Jiang Zhixun with suspicion in her eyes.

"You didn't peek, did you?"

Jiang Zhixun was amused by her suspicion.

Gritting his teeth, he asked back, "Am I that kind of person in your heart?"

Shen Qingqing didn't answer, but put the notebook in her coat pocket.

He sat back on the bed, casually opened the book on the table and began to read absentmindedly.

Jiang Zhixun looked down at her and asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Shen Qingqing said indifferently, "You think too much."

For some reason, Jiang Zhixun had a hunch that Shen Qingqing must be hiding something from him.

Her life in Beijing has been simple for the past three years.

Either I go to the publishing house, or I stay at home and occasionally go to the department store.

State-owned restaurants, cinemas, parks... She also went there by herself, but not often.

Stay at home most of the time.

Life is very regular and social circle is simple.

Apart from my colleagues and people in the compound, I basically have no new friends.

Only the matter of going to the hospital had an unclear feeling.

But when she came out of the operation that day, she was in a daze.

He asked her if she felt any pain, and she said no.

If you ask her any other questions, she won't be able to answer clearly.

Qin Wenqiang called him back.

He said he only heard that Shen Qingqing had seen a psychiatrist.

When he wanted to ask more, the other party said that it involved the patient's privacy and was unwilling to tell him anything.

Qin Wenqiang also felt that it was not easy for him to dig deeper into this matter.

Psychological problems are different from physical illnesses.

If any private information is dug out, it will be difficult to explain to Shen Qingqing.

Finally, let Jiang Zhixun investigate further himself, or ask Shen Qingqing directly.

Mental illness...

Ordinary people may not take it seriously, thinking that as long as there is no pain in the body, they are not sick.

But Jiang Zhixun has seen a lot and cannot take it lightly.

He privately speculated that because he had not been home for three years, Shen Qingqing was under a lot of pressure, which made her mentally exhausted and needed to see a doctor for counseling?

When her parents died in a car accident, she suffered great psychological trauma.

If there is any more mental pressure... Even though she is independent and strong, she can be easily overwhelmed.

Shen Qingqing's eyes fell on the book, but she could feel that Jiang Zhixun was looking at her.

I don't know how long it took, but he still didn't look away.

Shen Qingqing subconsciously raised her eyes and met Jiang Zhixun's gaze.

There's guilt in that.

There is also an indescribable heartache.

(End of this chapter)