Chapter 3 False happiness is still ongoing

On September 1st, Wang Qiu and Qin Chupei sent Qin Muheng to school with a smile.

Wang Qiu wore a long cyan skirt and an off-white long cardigan. She looked quiet and gentle.

In the car, Wang Qiu looked at her husband calling the man in front of her: "Are you feeling comfortable in your stomach? I asked Ma Zhang to make porridge. You go and have a bowl."

Qin Chupei's voice was so light and every word was extremely gentle. A doting smile appeared on his face from time to time, as if the person on the other end of the phone was a porcelain doll that would break at the touch of a touch, so he held it with extra caution. .

Wang Qiu kept looking out the car window, let's get divorced. These five words kept lingering in his heart and came to his lips several times, but he still didn't say them out.

It's not that Wang Qiu couldn't let go of Mrs. Qin's identity, but she really loved him very much. She fell in love at first sight when she was a sophomore in college. After that, this man grew in her heart like a vine.

No matter how many times she made unreasonable troubles and cried and cried over the years, the result was the same.

She can't get his love.

But love in youth seems to be very tenacious, and can take root and sprout through twists and turns even in the desert.

But in Wang Qiu's eyes, the person whose love took root was another woman.

Wang Qiu was very upset, so he drove to the store and took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone to write calligraphy.

It took me an entire afternoon to write this. When I regained consciousness and straightened up, I realized that the sky outside was dark. Wang Qiu picked up his coat, closed the door, and got in the car.

It was the rush hour for getting off work. Wang Qiu's car was parked on the side of the road. He turned on the turn signal several times and squeezed out without turning it on, so he simply put out the fire.

She lowered the window, took out a cigarette from her bag, and lit it.

It got dark very quickly, and the orange-red sunset shone down just right on her face. Her long hair was casually pulled back on the back of her head, fixed with a hairpin, and the broken hair was scattered on the side of her face.

The streetlight had been turned on, and she blew out smoke rings from her mouth. The smoke rose in circles, some drifted out of the window, and some covered her face in the smoke.

Looking from a distance, her face seemed to be immersed in haze, and her whole person was so quiet that it seemed that the traffic and the honking of horns had nothing to do with her.

She was just immersed in her own thoughts and depression, and then drifted aimlessly.

When it was completely dark, the intersection behind probably turned into a red light, so there were only a few sparse cars. Wang Qiu started the car and left.

When she returned home and sat on the sofa, she realized that the house was eerily quiet. She turned on the TV, changed into pajamas, and prepared to take a bath, only to find that the shower head was broken.

She removed the shower head and felt that it would not be difficult to install it herself, so she wrapped her coat and went to the underground supermarket to buy a new one.

In the elevator going home after shopping, there was a tall boy standing next to me.

When he got out of the elevator, the man followed him out. Wang Qiu stopped and looked back at him warily.

The man tilted his head and smiled brightly: "I am the new neighbor who has moved here. My name is Meng Hao."

Only then did Wang Qiu realize that someone had moved in across the street.

This is a two-story, two-unit property. I bought it when I got married. I thought this was the city center, the houses were expensive, not many were sold, and there were few people.

And the scenery is excellent. This is not the kind of residential area scattered in rows, but a single-family building.

Wang Qiu nodded and continued walking. When he came out of the elevator, the corridor was about three meters wide and ten meters long. At the end of the corridor was the entrance door.