Dating After Divorce

The thin and shallow moonlight spreads out layer by layer along the gray and old brick walls. In the center of Wumeng's old courtyard, it seems that a light rain has fallen, like the ripples of water, and the ground is full of clear moonlight.

Ning Rou clutched her phone and stood there blankly, obviously not expecting Luo Zhen to come to find her at this time.

Her lips loosened slightly, a pair of wet eyes lifted timidly, and she only glanced at the alley, and there was an uneasy dryness on the side of her cheek.

There were no lights at the stairwell, and all around was silent darkness.

Her heart suddenly became chaotic.

Obviously, I was still thinking about Luo Zhen for a second, but when it came time to meet, the word that popped out of my mind was still escape.

She wanted to go upstairs and go back to the room to hide.

It's a pity that this idea just appeared, and the woman came to her.

"I followed you for a long time, didn't you notice it at all?"

Luo Zhen is still concerned about this matter.

Seeing that Ning Rou lowered her head and didn't even dare to look at herself, her tone involuntarily became colder.

The distance between the two is very close, and when they talk, they can even feel the breath of each other when they breathe.

Ning Rou's nose was lingering with a faint citrus fragrance, the night wind swept through, and the scorching air hit her face, and the fragrance melted into her heart in an instant.

For a moment, she couldn't even speak.

This silent look, no matter how you look at it, is more dull and dull than five years ago.

Luo Zhen's red lips pursed slightly, and his brows rose and fell.

It was only at this moment that she vaguely realized that the hardships Ning Rou had endured over the years were far more than what she had seen during the day.

The summer night air was as hot as ever.

After a long while, Ning Rou bit her lip and gave a soft 'um'.

Her ears were still a little sore, but the noise in her ears stopped anyway, and she could hear what Luo Zhen was saying without relying on lip language.

The woman's voice that sounded in her ears was still cold and strong, but her tone was much gentler—

"Get off work so late, pay more attention on the way, don't always be in a daze."

"You forgot to take your thermos last time, but I brought it for you."

Ning Rou was still immersed in this soft and hoarse voice, and she was stuffed into a small pink round pot in her arms.

It was the one who stayed at the hotel when he delivered soup to Luo Fanxing.

She lowered her head, her eyes fell on the lid of the soup pot, her expression was a little stunned, and a little stunned.

It turned out that Luo Zhen came tonight to return the soup pot.

Unconsciously, the atmosphere eased a lot.

Luo Zhen leaned forward slightly, the upper body of the two of them pressed closer, and even their breathing was silently intertwined in the dark.

Before Ning Rou regained her senses, she saw a slender and beautiful finger tap lightly on the lid of the pot.

"I know, you don't want to continue entanglement with me, and I also don't want to owe you anything."

"I also drank the soup you gave Fanxing."

"I returned the contents here to you."

Ning Rou heard the sound for a while, her lowered head quietly raised, and she glanced at the woman who was talking.

Luo Zhen's face was still cold and beautiful, and there was no expression on his face.

Among the facial features, only the pair of dark and beautiful eyes shone with a faint ray of light.

Ning Rou frowned slightly, and in addition to surprise, there was also a little tangle in her expression.

As if he wanted to refute Luo Zhen's words.

But how can you argue against it?

Every word Luo Zhen said was right.

She closed her lips tightly, not daring to continue to look at those deep eyes, she was silent for a moment, after all, she didn't say anything.

The soup pot in her arms is very light and light. If Luo Zhen didn't say it, she would never know what was inside.

The hot air circulated around her body, and her heart beat faster for no reason.

She stopped thinking about the unexplainable words, just raised her hand slightly, circled the lid of the pot with five fingers, and tried to open the lid to see what was inside.

Luo Zhen's eyelids drooped slightly, and the long hair behind his shoulders was scattered at will. When the wind blew, the ends of his hair swayed lightly.

Without waiting for Ning Rou's fingertips to exert strength, she stretched out her right hand and directly held the thin forearm.

In an instant, all Ning Rou's movements were stopped.

"It's grey here."

"Go in and open it again."

"It's not something of value."

"Just a little food, don't be so anxious to refuse."

When Luo Zhen spoke, his palm was still tightly attached to Ning Rou's arm.

Her hands were cold, but Ning Rou's hands were hot.

At the moment when the hot and cold touched, there seemed to be a fire burning between the two, and even the temperature everywhere rose by several degrees.

Ning Rou's face flushed a bit, and her heart beat faster.

After being separated for five years, Luo Zhen knew her better than before.

Just from a small gesture, you can guess all her thoughts.

She didn't start, she was silent for a while, Xu wanted to hide her nervousness, but after hesitating for a while, she blushed and explained in a soft voice.

"I just, just wanted to see."

Luo Zhen responded quickly, his tone was still flat, but there was always a connivance and coaxing in his words.

"I know."

"Go back and see."

"Um?"

The two seem to have returned to the time when they fell in love with each other after their marriage.

Before Ning Rou woke up from this subtle ambiguity, the coldness on her arm disappeared.

She blinked, and it took a moment for her to slow down.

Luo Zhen, who had already taken two steps back, took the initiative to widen the distance between the two.

"Go up."

A urging sounded.

Ning Rou thought she had heard it wrong, and her eyes opened slightly when she raised her head.

Soon, Luo Zhen's voice came again.

"I'll go back when you go upstairs."

Go back - go back to the hotel, or go back to the sea market?

Hearing that Luo Zhen said she was going back, her subconscious reaction turned out to be this.

She wanted to ask, but didn't dare.

What can I ask?

No result, always no result.

Asking too much will only cause trouble for both of them.

It was only ten minutes of getting along, and she developed an undeserved greed for Luo Zhen.

In other words, these hidden love threads have never disappeared, they have just been hidden.

Looking at the beautiful and moving face in front of her, Ning Rou's heart suddenly burst into grief, and even the bottom of her eyes was full of bitterness.

She thought she was disguised well, but she didn't know that Luo Zhen had already guessed what she was thinking.

The sour emotions have not been completely suppressed, and a slightly puzzled cold voice came from his ears.

"Just going back to the hotel, what's with this expression?"

Has it been seen?

Ning Rou felt embarrassed, two soft lips moved gently in the darkness, but did not make a sound.

Luo Zhen saw her pitiful and panicked look in his eyes, and his throat moved invisibly.

The fingertips of the ten fingers couldn't help but start to tremble slightly.

Unable to explain the reason, she suddenly wanted to do something to Ning Rou.

Holding hands, hugging, kissing, and even—more intimate entanglement.

It's like a calm sea suddenly blowing a strong wind, and there is no time for people to react at all. Those thoughts turn out monstrous waves in the heart.

Luo Zhen stood there, gasping silently in his throat.

With her sanity remaining, she couldn't do anything.

She couldn't and was reluctant to force Ning Rou to accompany her to do things that could only be done between lovers.

All she could do was watch Ning Rou go home safely.

"Go up."

The same three words again.

Ning Rou bit her lip, holding the soup pot in her arms, and nodded obediently.

At a glance, Luo Zhen remembered the baby Ning he saw in the kindergarten that day.

The mother and daughter were carved out of the same mold.

Ning Rou quickly turned around and went upstairs. When she turned the corner, she couldn't hold back and looked back.

Luo Zhen was still standing at the entrance of the stairs, his eyes raised slightly, and there was no turbulence on his glamorous face.

It was not until Ning Rou's exhortation came from the front that there was a vivid brilliance in her eyes.

"When you go back to the hotel, you should also pay attention to safety."

The gentle and soft voice, the moment it entered the ear along the wind, immediately turned into a soft feather.

Luo Zhen's heart was teased and itchy.

It took me a full minute to remember and nod.

Ning Rou seemed to be enjoying such a moment.

In the dark corner, she slightly curved her lips and smiled gently towards Luo Zhen.

This is the first smile she has shown since the two reunited.

No cover up, no camouflage, no reluctance.

Such a real smile.

Gentle, innocent, and a little shy.

Just as they were when they first met, they were clean and well-behaved—and hooking.

Luo Zhen's red lips pursed tightly, her heart beating wildly in her chest.

The thoughts and desires that had been suppressed for five years all exploded at this moment.

Her thoughts were so chaotic that she almost forgot her reason.

If it wasn't for the distance between the two of them by half a flight of stairs, she probably wouldn't be able to maintain even the last trace of calm.

The soup pot in his arms is light, almost weightless, but when he walks, he can feel something shaking inside.

Is it soup?

Ning Rou couldn't help but guess.

I was still thinking about it when I entered the house.

Ning Baobao had already slept, and the lights in the room were turned off.

She took off her shoes, locked the door, and turned on the night light by the wall. Without putting down the soup pot in her arms, she stepped on her slippers and ran to the window.

The moment he lowered his eyes, as expected, he saw a woman.

Luo Zhen was still standing downstairs, slender.

For no reason, my heart agitated.

Before she could look back, the woman raised her head and looked at her from a long distance.

The phone in my pocket vibrated at this moment.

Ning Rou's heart began to heat inexplicably.

She knew that this call must be from Luo Zhen.

The buzzing sound continued, and Ning Baobao on the bed seemed to hear it too. He turned over with his eyes closed and hugged the little shark pillow in his arms, and softly called 'Mom' in his mouth.

Ning Rou heard her daughter's soft call, so she quickly picked up the phone and pressed the green connect button without looking at it.

The call was from Luo Zhen.

The voice that sounded inside was still calm and calm.

Even words are the simplest two words.

But Ning Rou's cheeks were still instantly red——

"goodbye."

Luo Zhen said 'goodbye' to her.

Just a normal goodbye.

She couldn't help telling herself this, as if only thinking like this would give her the courage to return the same answer.

Time passed by minute by minute, and after half a day, she finally indulged her heart again, and replied softly—

"goodbye."

A moment of confusion is enough to make people do a lot of things they shouldn't do on impulse.

Luo Zhen's back quickly disappeared in the alley.

Ning Rou's thoughts only recovered from the panic at this time.

It wasn't until then that she realized what the "goodbye" she just said to Luo Zhen meant-

Saying "goodbye" means that the two will continue to communicate in the future.

She is always so easily shaken, especially when facing Luo Zhen.

Sometimes, without even reacting, they fall into the trap that Luo Zhen had prepared in advance.

Like last time, like this time.

He clearly wanted to cut off all connections, but the result was that in getting along again and again, he fell step by step, allowing Luo Zhen to break his bottom line.

Heart, panic again.

I don't know when, Ning Baobao woke up.

She seemed to see that her mother was thinking, so she didn't say anything. She just lay on the bed obediently with her eyes open, watching her go to the table and turned on the soup pot that had disappeared for two days.

The moment the lid was unscrewed, she smelled a faint sweetness.

Like the milk tea that my mother brought back a few days ago, it is very fragrant and very attractive.

She was also a little hungry.

But she still didn't make a sound, she still fell asleep quietly on her side, without even moving.

What Luo Zhen put in the soup pot is a bowl of ice-cold sweet soup dumplings. There are many ingredients in it, including red beans, red dates, lotus seeds and longan. As for the dumplings, it is Ning Rou's favorite sesame filling. Son.

There was not much, and it was poured out to fill half a small bowl for dinner.

Ning Rou's appetite has always been small, and this half bowl of dumplings is almost the amount she can eat.

Come to think of it, Luo Zhen guessed that she didn't have a refrigerator at home, so she only installed a small amount.

Otherwise, if you can't finish it, you can only throw it away if it goes bad in the morning.

Ning Rou sat in front of the table, her eyebrows drooped slightly, and her cheeks were slightly red.

The sweet soup is placed in the bowl, and the aroma of red dates floats in the air.

Her throat moved slightly, but there was no next move.

For some reason, she was reluctant to eat.

Five minutes later, she finally stood up and brought a spoon from the kitchen.

It was also at this time that she realized that Ning Baobao was awake.

This kid is always nice and never bothers anyone.

Not to mention outsiders, sometimes even Ning Rou thinks she is too sensible.

It's like now, when I wake up, I don't know how to call it 'Mom'.

The headlights in the room were not turned on, so the room was a little dark.

Ning Baobao's face became more and more fair and lovely under the warm yellow light.

Her hair was not long, it just reached the back of her neck, when it was spread out, it looked a little messy.

Ning Rou held a spoon in her hand, and it was not until she walked to the bed that Ning Baobao pursed her lips and smiled at her.

"mother."

A word of 'mom' will melt people's hearts.

Ning Rou stretched out her hand, touched her little head, and bent her lips.

"Why don't you call your mother when you wake up?"

"Are you hungry?"

Mother and daughter, both have a soft spot for sweets.

What's more, this bowl of sweet soup was sent by Luo Zhen.

In terms of love and reason, give the baby a taste.

The yellow hair under her palm was soft and smooth. Ning Rou instantly thought of the yellow-haired girl in the photo, and her heart became dry again.

It wasn't until her daughter's voice sounded that she regained her senses.

"Baby is not hungry, mother eats."

Mom works hard to make money every day, and her ears are still ill, which always hurts. Ning Baobao knows all these things.

In ordinary families, food that is delicious is left to the children.

Ning Baobao is different. She always leaves delicious food to her mother.

Occasionally, the teachers and children in the kindergarten gave her some small snacks, and she would not eat them all by herself, but would always keep half of them to take home and wait for her mother to come back to eat them.

Ning Rou heard the sound, and the smile in her eyes became more gentle.

"Baby eat with mom, and then brush your teeth with mom, okay?"

Ning Baobao listened to this request, thought for a while, finally nodded, and took the initiative to stretch out his hands towards Ning Rou.

In a blink of an eye, the mother and daughter were sitting at the dining table together.

Tangyuan, I haven't eaten it before.

But I don't know why, the bowl sent by Luo Zhen tasted very good.

Even Ning Baobao couldn't help but drink a few more soups.

On a hot summer night, a sip of ice-cold sweet soup is more delicious than anything else.

Ning Baobao couldn't help but smack his lips, his little face was full of happy and contented smiles.

This was the first time she had eaten something so delicious.

Without waiting for Ning Rou to ask her, she smiled and complimented her.

"It smells so good, my baby likes it~"

Ning Rou punctured a small dumpling with a spoon, scooped out some black sesame filling, and sent it to her daughter's mouth.

Ning Baobao opened his mouth and only took the second half.

"Mom eats too."

Ning Rou smiled, and then finished the remaining half of the sweet filling.

The taste is as Ning Baobao said, it is really good.

Sweet, but not so sweet, and the taste is also very rich. It is obviously only a few of the most common ingredients, but there is always a faint herbal fragrance when you eat it.

Of course she didn't know that the soup base of this bowl of sweet soup was made from several precious medicinal herbs.

The mother and daughter took a bite, and soon, the bottom of a bowl of dumplings was gone.

Ning Rou took the soup pot and bowl to wash, and when she returned to the dining table, Ning Baobao turned over the photo of Luo Zhen when she was fifteen years old from her account book.

"Mom, where did you buy the dumplings? It's delicious. I'm going to the kindergarten tomorrow. I'm going to tell Mianmian to have Uncle Liu buy it for her too~"

Ning Baobao was playing with Luo Zhen's photo in his hand, and when he spoke, his round eyes looked at the water.

Ning Rou was stunned when she heard the sound, not knowing how to explain the origin of this bowl of sweet soup.

After a while of silence, he gave a perfunctory answer.

"I didn't buy it from my mother, it was given by my mother's friend."

friend?

Ning Baobao grabbed the key word and immediately thought of a person.

Before Ning Rou could react, Luo Zhen's photo had already been sent to her.

There was also a childish and innocent question that sounded in the air.

"Is it this sister?"

elder sister--

How can the baby be called Sister Luo Zhen?

Isn't this poor age?

Ning Rou didn't know what to think, her face suddenly turned red, and her voice was slightly trembling.

"You can't call me sister."

Ning Baobao frowned, his eyes a little confused.

In her eyes, both Luo Zhen in the photo and Luo Zhen in reality are very young.

Why can't I be called my sister?

She didn't understand, and without thinking about it, she asked her own confusion——

"It's not called sister, what is it called?"

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