Long time no see, ex-wife!

Chapter 10

In the company's regular meeting in the morning, he, who never made a mistake, also lost his mind in a sudden panic. His heart was empty, and he had never felt this way before.

Even though Jiaru left him angrily in those years, he was only full of remorse, but not like the mood at this time, faint, but with nowhere to go.

Opening the door, the big house in front of him stands coldly, and it has been a long time since he looked at his "home" carefully.

The yard is very large, with a stone table on the left, four stone chairs, and a granite surface. There will always be a thick layer of snow in winter. She likes to sprinkle a fruit sugar sand on it, then scoop it into a bowl, and stand in the yard While playing with snow, it is used as natural shaved ice.

He has no intention of agreeing with her so-called civilian petty bourgeois life. He always refuses the homemade shaved ice she handed over with anticipation. Her disappointment is only for a moment, and then it will pile up again. With a smile all over his face, he ran to the yard to make a snowman.

The pots of small flowers that just bloomed in front of the door can’t be named, she probably planted them. Although they look big, she likes to grow flowers very much, and a garden has been opened in the backyard. In those days, he saw her squatting every day. I was busy inside, wearing old shirts and jeans, always looking like a college student who didn't graduate.

She never wore makeup on her face. He once asked his secretary to bring back some good skin care products for her, but she passed them on to others. He still showed a plain face.Not to mention beautiful or not, he has never carefully looked at her appearance, in his heart, as long as he knows her outline, if he meets her on the road, he will know that she is his wife.

Her hair is not long, but very soft, and the feeling of rubbing it under the hands makes people feel like a house cat, but she never acts like a baby, she only laughs heartlessly, when she is happy, when she is sad, Smile when you have something to do, and laugh when you have nothing to do. Her small eyes are narrowed, making it difficult for people to understand what she is thinking in her heart.

Pushing open the door, there was no sign of her, maybe she went out, and went straight to the stairs on the second floor, but the phone in the living room rang.

He walked to the sofa, but the hand that was going to answer the phone stopped in the air, and he didn't gently pick up the receiver until the persistent phone rang countless times.

"Hello." His voice was flat, no different from his usual self. With his left hand, he picked up the two pieces of paper on the coffee table, and looked at them line by line. When he saw her signature on the last page, his fingers suddenly trembled. Easy tremors.

"Hello, is it Awei?" The woman over there asked uncertainly, and suddenly raised her voice happily: "Is it Awei? Are you at home?"

"En." The distant voice made him stiff for a moment. He always felt very familiar, but he couldn't figure out who it was, and even the answering voice became a little dull.

"Have you forgotten me? I'm Jiaru!"

Jiaru!

The piece of paper in my left hand fell to the ground, looking through the glass on the coffee table, the word "divorce" was like in water or in a mirror, so unreal.

(End of this chapter)