Since the day Teacher Li Mei came, but three more days later, Qi Yue finally left.

Half of it was because the condition was so serious that it could not wait for treatment, and half was because of her own giving up.

She didn't want to leave her child with huge debts because of her reluctantness, so she left very promptly. When all the deposits in the hospital were used up, Qi Yue left quietly.

Also quiet was He Shu, a boy who had just turned fourteen, sat at the door of the morgue all night.

One person changed his mother's clothes, one person sorted out the face of his mother, one person followed the hospital car to the crematorium, and another person carried the urn that still had the remaining warmth, and returned to the home where he depended on each other with his mother.

Until the door was closed and the whole world was isolated from outside, the boy who had been strong and steady finally cried for the first time.

On Monday, Li Mei saw He Shu appearing in her seat. The black filial cloth on her arm hurt the young teacher's heart.

When get out of class was over, Li Mei wanted to talk to He Shu and help him, but He Shu stuffed him for 200 yuan.

"Thank you, teacher, my mom can't use this money now."

When the child mentioned his mother, his expression was very ordinary. Li Mei couldn't see He Shu's heart, but she felt that the child seemed to be more indifferent to outsiders...

He Zhicheng didn't see his son for a while. In the past, He Shu would come to ask him for living expenses. Although the father and son were not so close, they could always meet each other a month.

Now that Song Jing is pregnant, her temper is getting older, He Zhicheng is unwilling to make her unhappy about her ex-wife, and he has not paid much attention to Qi Yue and He Shu. When he remembered that before he paid He Shu, it had been two months.

Qi Yue's mobile phone turned into an empty number, and He Zhicheng thought she had changed the number. So he secretly came to the previous home when he got off work early one day.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with Qi Yue. He Zhicheng divorced her back then because she was so good.

Good people don’t have a temper, good people don’t worry about it, good people make him feel that life is boring and begins to want more passion.

So Song Jing appeared, a woman who could act coquettishly and be willing to flatter her.

He Zhicheng did have two years of romantic and passionate life, but all of this life that he once thought was necessary also gradually changed its taste in the food, rice, oil and salt.

Song Jing's coquettish act became unreasonable. After experiencing several quarrels with Song Jing, He Zhicheng began to miss Qi Yue's obedient gentleness again.

In the old residential buildings, even the sensing lights are broken, dark and cold.

He Zhicheng walked to the third floor and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar door in front of him, as if he could feel the warmth coming from behind the door.

"Dongdongdongdongdong" knocked on the door a few times, and He Zhicheng felt that he felt nervous when he dated Qi Yue before getting married. He guessed what expression Qi Yue would look like when he saw him later? Was he surprised? Surprise? Or angry?

No, Qi Yue won't be angry, even when she divorced, she never blamed herself.

The door opened, and no light came out. A boy with a expressionless face appeared in front of him.

The boy's appearance looks seventy percent like Qi Yue, but his eyes do not have the gentleness of Qi Yue's eyes when he looks at people.

"Xiaoshu, why don't you turn on the lights? Is your mother not off work yet?" He Zhicheng said while lifting his foot into the house, not paying attention to the strange look of the child looking at him.

After he entered the house, He Shu closed the door.

"Why is the room so cold? Isn't the stove burning?"

The old building that has been around for decades has no collective heating, so every winter I have to buy coal and burn it.

He Zhicheng remembered that when he first got married to Qi Yue, he used his bicycle to pull coals into the baskets of houses, just to save more than a dozen yuan in the money he hired for a car.

The memories of the past surged into my heart like a tide. He Zhicheng's hand touched the switch familiarly, just as natural as when he went home ten years ago.

The room suddenly lit up, and the dining table in the center of the living room that had been used for more than ten years turned into an altar, and a large portrait stood on the urn. The person who had just recalled looked at him with a gentle smile.

"Bang!" He Zhicheng heard something broken. He looked around at a loss and confusedly. Nothing was broken. What was the sound just now?

......

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and Song Jing stood on the balcony with her belly straight and watched He Zhicheng's car drive into the community.

The room was as warm as spring, but her heart was a little cold.

It is said that men are animals that think about the lower body, especially after marriage, where most of the cheating occurs during the period when the wife cannot have sex during pregnancy.

He Zhicheng didn't go home so late today. If she hadn't called to his unit, I really wouldn't have known that he would have left early today.

He didn't answer the phone and didn't go home after work. Besides being fooled, Song Jing couldn't imagine anything else that could delay him.

"Crack" the sound of the door lock being twisted came. Song Jing did not look back and waited for He Zhicheng to make up lies to deceive her, but her calves were cramped while standing, and she didn't wait for He Zhicheng to move.

Song Jing returned to the house and saw that He Zhicheng had not taken off his clothes and lay on the bed. A feeling of irritability rose from the bottom of her heart.

"I've told you how many times I've told you that I took off my coat in the foyer when I got home, and the dust on it came into the room. You don't need to wash the bed sheets, right?"

"Where did you go today?" Song Jing put her waist on her face and was bored to see it on He Zhicheng's face.

Bored? Once upon a time, He Zhicheng's boredness only appeared when he mentioned his ex-wife. When did this expression already belong to her Song Jing?

"You talk? Where have you been? Why don't you answer my phone?"

The less He Zhicheng said, the more she felt that her anger rose.

She walked to the edge of the bed a few steps, pulled up a pillow and smashed it down at He Zhicheng.

It doesn't hurt to hit someone with a pillow, but He Zhicheng cried.

It's not the kind of crying at the top of my lungs or the kind of sobs in a low voice, but the kind of crying silently.

"You, what's wrong with you? The pillow caught your eye?" Song Jing was a little panicked. At this moment, she felt strange in He Zhicheng.

"Qi Yue is dead!" He Zhicheng murmured to himself.

"What did you say?" Song Jing heard it clearly, but she was not sure. Qi Yue, who had been using her to compare and always looked for superiority in her, died?

"Qi Yue is dead, woo~" He Zhicheng buried his face in the quilt and made a whimpering cry.

Song Jing was also shocked by the news, but when she turned around, she felt uncomfortable when she saw He Zhicheng crying so sadly.

"Didn't you say you have no feelings for her? Didn't you say you love me? Now she's dead, why are you crying so sad?"

Song Jing's words made He Zhicheng's cry pause for a moment, but then he made a louder cry.

He didn't know why he cried? Is it because of Qi Yue's death or because of his stupidity?
Chapter completed!