Scum Man Cannot Redeem Himself

Ning Qing pushed the window open, a cold wind poured into his neck, and his coolness reached the sole of his foot.

The autumn colors outside the window became thicker and thicker. An old tree in the yard, the leaves had been blown by the cold wind. go.

The sky in the distance is foggy, as if covered with a thin layer of tobacco, just like the haze lingering in Ning Qing's heart.

He did not return all night.

I wonder if it is in a business house, or somewhere she doesn't know?

If your heart is ashes, there is no pain.

Today is the eighth day of October. It is exactly ten years since she met him.

She wanted to end this marriage on the day when she first met.

For three years of marriage, he was like a piece of ice that could not cover the heat, always reminding her that he just kept the promise of the marriage contract.

I still remember when I first saw it, I was thrilled at first sight. Ten years of prosperity, still that Qingjun's face, can no longer burn the flames in her heart.

Leaving may make the rest of her life bright.

Ning Qing looked at the long-written and off-books on the table. The ink had already dried up. Perhaps the writing was too heavy. The white rice paper was slightly bumpy.

She was waiting for him to come back to the courtyard where he did not like to return.

Time flows slowly like quicksand, and the sky outside the window changes from day to dusk. Ning Qing is like a wooden pile standing at the window.

Finally, a slender figure appeared in the thick ink.

The figure walked slowly, and did not seem to be in a hurry to return it. Before approaching the door of the small courtyard, his footsteps were a little late. He slightly raised his head, looked at the window on the second floor, and then looked away in disgust.

Ning Qing turned around, ignoring the scene that had just fallen into his eyes, walked to the table, picked up the brush that had been dried, dipped in ink, and rested on Bishan.

Doing all this well, she looked at the house where she lived for three years. Here she once wore a red wedding dress, looking forward to having a deep affection with him, and loving the white head.

Thinking about it now is just a dream of Huang Liang.

No, it should be said that from the beginning to the end is only her Yuanyang dream.

The footsteps of going upstairs gradually became clearer, rather pondering the steps in silence.

This staircase has thirty-six steps, and then go forward ten steps, that is, their sleeping.

Perhaps it was a thousand nights, she looked forward to the early return of the husband, and gradually developed a habit, she could also calculate the distance between them with her eyes closed.

The voice came to the door and paused a little. At the next moment, Chen Jili lifted in. He glanced lightly at the woman under the faint butter lamp, retracted his gaze, and prepared to walk towards the study room on the right.

"Wait..." Ning Qing's voice, which had not been spoken in a day, was a little hoarse.

Chen Jili was deaf and went directly to the study.

"Let's get away from it!" Maybe it was let go, there was a relief in Ning Qing's voice. There are ten days before October 18. Now with Lili, Chen Jili and Li Shuangshuang are still too late.

Chen Jili's footsteps stopped, what was she talking about? Heli?

"I have already written the Heli book, you only need to sign the painting, and I will have nothing to do with you." Ning Qing held up the brush, facing Chen Jili who was still carrying her body.