Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

Calm the mood, hang YunRuo went to Luoyun to pick up his things, Xiaobai teacher and many students with hang YunRuo are tearful looking at hang YunRuo, reluctant to leave.

Looking at the school where she has worked for more than half a year, hang YunRuo still remembers her excitement when she first came here to work, and her dream of becoming an excellent teacher.

Now, holding her belongings, she stands at the school gate, saying goodbye to the people who came to see her off one by one. Xiaobai pursed her mouth, her eyes were red, and her tears were rolling in her eyes.

"Sister YunRuo, we don't know each other. You have taught me a lot, both in love and life. You have given me a lot of help. I thought I was with you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to leave so soon..."

Hang YunRuo looks at teacher Xiaobai and pats her little face gently to help her wipe away her tears and show a faint smile. Sometimes the friendship between girls is like this. When they are together, they may quarrel, but once they are separated, they feel heartbroken.

"I may come back again. Don't say it's like life and death. And even if I don't come back, you and Yu SuBai can go to my home to find me. There won't be any change in our relationship!"

"But... Yu Su Bai is still in the hospital. You have to go home to prepare for the painting exhibition. I'm the only one left in the school. I'm afraid..."

Miss Xiaobai grabs hang YunRuo's hand and says that she has a straight temper. Sometimes she doesn't speak through her head, so it's very easy to offend people inadvertently.

In the past, hang YunRuo and Yu SuBai could take care of her and remind her when they were by her side, but now that no one is by her side, she is a little scared, even afraid to face the future life alone.

"Xiaobai, you are very smart. You will gradually learn to control your emotions and temper. You will also learn to face your life alone." Hang YunRuo gently gives Xiaobai a hug, and then shows a bright smile to Xiaobai.

The students also gave their hand-made gifts to hang YunRuo. After saying goodbye again, hang YunRuo got on the bus. He waved to the people outside the window and his eyes turned red.

The farther the car goes, the calmness and firmness of hang YunRuo's disguise also crumbles. She looked at the gift in her hand and her tears fell uncontrollably.

She remembers that when she first stood on the platform, she was nervous and incoherent: she remembered that she quarreled with Yu SuBai because of her students' works; She remembers that after helping the student to collect enough money for the operation, the student would walk her through the dark corridor and the uninhabited woods every day when she was off work, until she was seen getting on the bus

These memories are playing in my mind bit by bit. Hang YunRuo looks at a cartoon drawn by a student in his hand, which shows all the students in the class and her own face.

All the people in the painting are smiling. At the bottom of the painting is a line of small words. Hang YunRuo wipes her tears and looks at them confidently, but the tears blur her eyes again.

"I never told you that meeting you is the greatest luck in our life. May you be a talented painter and a cherished little princess! Wish you happy

Hang YunRuo's heart is full of warmth and emotion. Although tears are still hanging on the face, but the bottom of my heart is not that empty feeling.

The fate between people, perhaps deep and shallow, although they only get along for more than half a year, but everyone knows that this period of time will not fade, will be a little bit with time, deep heart.

Maybe many years later, when we meet again, we can say "Hey, we talked together many years ago"

After returning home, hang YunRuo tidied up the things he had taken out of school, full of memories. While he was packing up, he heard a voice at the door, and came out to see that Mu Jingyang had come back.

"Why did you come back so early today? Nothing in the afternoon? " Hang YunRuo puts Mu Jingyang's bag on the sofa and looks at Mu Jingyang unexpectedly.

Mu Jingyang smiles bitterly in his heart. Recently, he is so worried about many things, but he is more concerned about hang YunRuo's mood than these things.

He knows hang YunRuo's pride. She doesn't love money. She just wants to meet more people and keep her sense of freshness and independence. She wants to tell herself that no matter you are rich or proud, she has the right to stand beside him.

Now he is separated from his busy life. He doesn't have to write teaching plans and revise students' homework every day. He worries that hang Yun will be a bit unaccustomed. That's why I specially pushed some work this afternoon and planned to accompany hang YunRuo.

"There's no big deal in the afternoon, so go home and see you!" Mu Jingyang kisses hang YunRuo on the cheek with a smile on his face. Hang YunRuo took Mu Jingyang's hand and they went back to the living room together.

"Is everything ready? Is there anything I can do for you Mu Jingyang took a look at the scattered things on the table in the living room. He worried that hang Yun would be too tired and asked attentively.

"No, that's all that's left. It won't take a few minutes. Have you had lunch?" Hang YunRuo knows that Mu Jingyang is very busy recently. Looking at the light blue of Mu Jingyang's eyes, he feels a burst of heartache in his heart.

"I only came back after eating. Have you eaten?"

"Well, I ate..."

The two chatted casually. The sunshine outside the window was just good, and the indoor fragrance of gardenia was also curling. Hang YunRuo looked at Mu Jingyang while he was processing his e-mail. From time to time, he looked up and laughed at himself, and suddenly a word came into his mind.

"Time is quiet!"

It's almost a year since they got married again. There are not so many sweet words, so many vows, and even no time to go out together. However, both of them know that the person around them is the end result of their life.

Hang YunRuo put down the things in his hand and gently nestled up to Mu Jingyang. Mu Jingyang didn't speak, but naturally stretched out his hand and held hang YunRuo in his arms.

Hang YunRuo closed his eyes, felt Mu Jingyang's breath, clearly heard Mu Jingyang's heartbeat. Two people did not speak, only mu Jingyang finger tapping on the keyboard to make a dada sound.

But it's such an afternoon without waves. The tea is mellow and the lover is around. Everything is as beautiful as oil painting. Mu Jingyang kisses hang YunRuo and smiles at him.

Hang YunRuo also gave Mu Jingyang a kiss and leaned close to him. Perhaps life is like this, in the choice of constantly experiencing different results, but now, if hang Yun does not regret his choice.