Bai Fumei in the 70’s

After returning home, Sister He took off the expensive accessories she was wearing.

She smiled brilliantly, just like the mouse that stole the oil, she stared at He Songbai cheerfully, and also looked at it for a long time.

"What's wrong with this?" He Songbai asked.

Sister He gestured and narrowed her eyes and said, "I've seen it. The girl is very gentle."

"well."

"Go take her home."

He Songbai is undeniable. The subject has just divorced. He has not finished the follow-up finishing work. Now, to provoke her will still bring pressure on her public opinion.

He spent three years alone cautiously and almost stalkingly, but he didn't want to give someone a handle. Society is always too forgiving towards men and too harsh towards women. He He Songbai's woman, do not touch any dirty water. He was mean and shameless, but she was bright and clean.

She is ashamed of her heart, her family, and does not discredit her former military sister-in-law.

Sister He looked at her brother's serious and upright but utterly disagreeable words, and couldn't help laughing out a hey voice.

"Other people don't know, don't I know yet? That shop is yours."

After three years of study, Sister He has been able to enter "Xiangbai" as a financial account. She was originally taught by her grandmother. During the ten years that her brother was in prison, the old grandmother taught her all her life in order to divert her attention. Huan expressed her hope, hoping that she had a thought and a sustenance in her heart.

He Songye can't speak, so he has a calmer personality and handles things more securely. At the beginning of "Xiangbai", it was very easy for her to settle the accounts.

Now that the company is getting bigger and bigger, Sister He can no longer complete the account calculations by herself. She becomes the supervisor who checks the accounts every day. It is no surprise that she could know that the Wangpu shop in the city was originally a "cedar" industry.

He Songbai pleaded with the elder sister, "Don't bother her."

This is not possible. Sister He said quietly in her heart that the teasing smile on her face grew deeper.

For such a weak and thin girl, her brother doesn't feel distressed, she can feel distressed for him.

After the sister's kind reminder, He Songbai found the property certificate that day and locked it in the safe forever, never letting it see the light again.

He rented the Xiangbai property at the intersection to Zhao Lanxiang for no reason. No matter whether it was windy or rainy or regardless of the severe cold weather, He Songbai could take a look at the object after get off work.

The headquarters of "Xiangbai" is only a ten-minute walk from the shop. The restaurant opposite the "Lanxiang" ready-made shop is his private property.

He continued with a pot of tea and was able to stay alone all day.

He also saw the occasionally confused object, she would be too tired to fall asleep, and even forgot to close the shop door.

Sometimes she will also receive rude and unreasonable guests, he will help her solve it when he sees it. Most of the time she couldn't see, she resolved the difficulties of her guests with her patience and responsibility.

When she was busy, she often forgot to eat, and He Songbai had to ask the chef in this restaurant to make an extra sample, and let the eldest sister come to the ready-made shop to buy clothes.

There are countless Zhao Lanxiang's small goodwill in life, mostly from He Songbai's handwriting.

Where are so many lucky things in life that have just encountered this newly divorced woman?

Not only is it unlucky, it often makes people feel hard and makes people cry.

...

Just as Jiang Jianjun tried to save his sad wife, he suddenly received his "divorce approval", which also carried a divorce certificate and divorce agreement. When he opened this thick stack of documents, his heart fell rapidly, sinking all the way to the endless abyss. Chill spread from his feet to his heart.

He took the file and asked his immediate leader: "What's going on?"

The leader said: "This was taken by your father personally, why don't you know?"

There was a trace of disapproval in the surprised eyes of the leader. He lamented regretfully: "What a great talent you are, but you are confused about this kind of thing. Now that you are not divorced, do you have to wait for the scandal to come out Will you leave?"

The meaning inside and outside of his words made Jiang Jianjun breathless.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is my father?"

"What scandal do I have?"

I have always appreciated that Jiang Jianjun’s leader took a leather document bag from the drawer and threw it in front of him. "Take it back and destroy it. Don't treat Xiao Zhao too badly. She is a good military sister-in-law."

Jiang Jianjun took the cowhide bag together with the divorce documents. His head was dizzy and he was terribly panicked. The light weight in his arms was as heavy as a mountain for him, and he was so suffocating. Come. With a hint of cool paper, coolness penetrated through his thick clothes all the way into his heart.

He took out the key and unscrewed the door of the house.

It was still the appearance of Zhao Lanxiang when she left, spotless, and the warm and sweet fragrance she liked wafted in the air. But the hostess in the house seemed to never come back. Jiang Jianjun's fingers unscrewed the thin white rope of the cowhide bag weakly, and a copy of Fang Jing's confession was impressive.

Attached is a picture of him in his untidy clothes hugging her to sleep.

Jiang Jianjun's eyes almost showed blood. He smashed the cup in his hand. The blood dripped on the clean mahogany table, gradually stained with white and neat divorce documents.

He murmured: "Lanxiang, that's not the case."

"I haven't done anything I'm sorry for...no."

It was a night a few years ago when he and his friends were drunk and did not go home. He opened a room in the guest house, and when he woke up, he saw a woman in her arms.

Jiang Jianjun is an extremely self-disciplined man. He has never been close to women, and has always been a thousand cups in the army. But after all, it was the woman who suffered that day. Jiang Jianjun didn't pursue Fang Jing's fault in the end, only scolded her fiercely.

On the one hand, he was alert to Fang Jing, secretly alienating her, and on the other, he was painful in recognizing the feelings that had fallen apart in the past.

Jiang Jianjun had never seen this picture. After reading it, he understood exactly what his wife before the miscarriage the year before had seen it, causing excitement and sliding to wrestling in the kitchen. There was a cone of pain spread in his chest.

"Sorry, I really don't know..."

The next day he took leave and went to Zhao Lanxiang's clothing store to find her.

When Zhao Lanxiang saw Jiang Jianjun, he was almost taken aback. He seemed to have never slept all night, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and the unshaved, stubble, sweaty dirty clothes on his cheeks were not changed, and his body was filled There was a gloomy breath.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Why?"

Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang had a foresight to hire a store clerk to take turns on duty with her. She understood that there was no way to work in the morning, so she let the store clerk take the job she had and push Jiang Jianjun out of the store.

"Go."

She expected that he would know about divorce one day, and she was already ready to deal with the day.

Jiang Jianjun walked with her to a sparsely populated street, hugged her hard, and gritted her teeth: "Do you want to divorce me like that?"

"17 years of marriage, just throw it away, Zhao Lanxiang, I don't know you are such a cruel woman."

He murmured, "It was you who wanted to marry me..."

Zhao Lanxiang seemed to be in memory, raised her head to stare at the sky, and said in a calm tone: "The day the child gave birth, I almost died on the operating table."

"My hands and feet are cold and stiff, and I don't even have any heat at all. I'm so sad and so painful that I want to die. But I heard my parents crying outside the operating room. Worry, bear the pain of white hair sent by black hair."

"I'm thinking, if I have the chance to survive, I will definitely divorce. I am not a lowly species in life, why can I tolerate myself to practice myself again and again, be disappointed, be mistreated..."

She stared at Jiang Jianjun, saying one by one: "Because I used to love you very much, I only want to live with you in this life, and I want to give you two children."

Speaking of which, there was irony in front of her eyes. "But what about you, what have you done? You don’t love me, and even don’t want to give me a little decent wife, and tolerate the woman in your heart that insults me and tramples me again and again. I wish I could go back to the seventeen Throw me a few slaps of the year and make myself sober! Now that you are here, come and ask me..."

"Why am I divorced? Because I can't stand being alive without dignity."

Zhao Lanxiang wiped the corners of his eyes, and raised his head lightly, saying: "It's over now... Since I'm divorced, I'll be free in a few days and go to you to pack my things."

Jiang Jianjun was terribly uncomfortable listening to his wife's rebuke.

He took her hand stubbornly, clutching it hard, shaking his head constantly: "I will treat you well, don't divorce."

"We have been together for seventeen years, how can we break up so easily?"

He hugged her hard and hugged him tightly, "Lanxiang, don't leave me."

As he said, his eyes were suddenly blurred, and the man's hot tears suddenly fell, "I know I was wrong."

Jiang Jianjun never felt that he would fall in love with this woman who is so soft and has no principle or temper. When she first met, she was bold and enthusiastic, and she also loved sticking people. Once he turned him into a joke in the army, how annoying woman she is! She would look at him with hot, burning eyes, and he would be wrapped around him in a shameless manner.

Learn to cook for him, learn to paint for him, pick up a light for him to read at night, sharpened his head for college. Her love is pure and straightforward, if you change another man, or you can be immersed in sweetness every day. But it was him, he was so indifferent, without feelings, only ambition and ambition. He had just experienced a loveless relationship, and he hated the relationship between men and women.

In this way, she was like a hot burning meteor, traversing his world, "Bang" slammed into a deep hole, boldly and stubbornly, tough, and stayed in his world.

He likes quietness and dislikes liveliness, but her chattering voice makes him gradually like liveliness. He is very picky, eating only sliced ​​potatoes and potatoes all year round in the canteen. Her dexterous hands allowed him to taste the deliciousness of the world, letting him know that besides pork and potatoes, there are lamb beef chicken duck meat fish crab meat shrimp Radish lettuce bamboo shoots spinach water spinach oil wheat. She likes to buy him gifts. From the moment she met, everything she gave away could be packed up to fill his cupboard. He never knew there were so many memorable days besides the Spring Festival, the lively Lantern Festival, eating dumplings The Dragon Boat Festival, the lover's Qixi Festival, and the reunion of the Mid-Autumn Festival... he gradually had these festival shadows in his impression. Her voice and appearance, every poem she read, and every lullaby sung to a child, he could come out with his eyes closed.

She once told him that the biggest wish is to accompany him to old age.

His life is full of traces of her falling. He is used to every day she is in. How can she say that disappearing disappears, feelings throw away? The promise was abandoned in the old days, and love was buried in the memories. From now on, let him grow old and stupid, lonely to death.

"Are you so cruel?"

Jiang Jianjun's unexpected tears flowed into Zhao Lanxiang's neck. Zhao Lanxiang's body stiffened for a moment, and soon annoyed.

"Please let me go, Jiang Jianjun, don't make me hate you more."

Jiang Jianjun's face suddenly turned pale, and the pain of suffocation spread on his chest spread, "But I love you."

"Lanxiang, I love you."

His voice was low, hoarse and decadent, just like the trapped beast that had been strangled and strangled. The corners of his eyes began to redden, and his handsome face was gradually stained with a stubborn expression.

"A divorce like that is not a divorce. I haven't signed it from beginning to end. You come home with me."

"I indulge you and give you too much freedom, so that your heart is wild."

He hugged her around his waist, ignoring her struggle, holding her in a steady and fast pace and walking towards the car.

Suddenly the sound of sudden braking came from the calm street. A woman with a very handsome appearance came down from the car and gestured in surprise.

"God, how can this happen during the day."

"Go quickly and help Lanxiang."

Several bodyguards in her car rushed up and grabbed the woman in Jiang Jianjun's arms and sent them to a safe area.

The stern and long figure on the tree-lined road gradually came to meet the petals that had fallen on the tree in the spring. He walked to Jiang Jianjun and said with a smile: "Ms. Force."

"It's not a gentleman's approach."

"Send him to the police station, uh... the reason is public molestation. A woman."

Zhao Lanxiang heard the words and laughed out loudly. She watched as Jiang Jianjun was slammed on the ground by three big men, unable to move, and she was so relieved. She gratefully said to Sister He:

"Thank you today, thank you very much."

She bowed deeply, sweeping Jiang Jianjun's eyes like a trapped beast, and said lightly: "Let him go, don't worry about him."

Seeing the vivid expression on her face, He Songbai narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips slightly. She was so cute that she felt very soft.

His whole body clamored to go up to meet and talk to her, but he restrained himself. He sent the elder sister and her back to the shop, but he squatted beside Jiang Jianjun.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

"What is the ability to conquer a woman by brute force?"