That night, in the living room of Han’s house, the cell phone was shaking gently in Asheng’s pocket. It was Lu Zichu who called it.

A Sheng didn't answer, she was afraid that her bad emotions would accidentally spread to Lu Zichu.

...

Lu Zichu was in the old house of Han family. After Chang Jing left Han family, he went directly to the old lady's place. Han Yu couldn't stop her. The old lady was in poor health today and had no appetite. After Lu Zichu's persuasion, she had just eaten a few bites of food, and was disturbed by the crying Chang Jing.

In the living room, no matter how heartbreaking Chang Jing cried, the old lady never showed her attitude from beginning to end. She took the slices of dry bread and slowly tore off one by one, put it in a small plate next to her feet, imitating the cat's meow, and summoned the kitten to come and eat Shiyu.

Han Yu sat on the stone steps in front of the yard, shrouded in the dark light. He listened to his mother's crying and felt upset and smoked cigarettes one by one.

People here, whether calm or uneasy, have a world of mind.

Tonight, Lu Zichu didn't want to get angry, so she called A Sheng in the tea room. Unexpectedly, she didn't answer. She just took her cell phone and was so stunning for a while. She brought two cups of tea to the living room. Before she got closer, she heard Chang Jing cursing Gu Qinghuan and began to scold Gu Sheng who helped Gu Qinghuan. The "Gu family's little hoof" was too vulgar, which not only made Old Mrs. Han frown, but also made Lu Zichu feel cold and bitten.

"Aunt, you and my uncle have divorced." Lu Zichu suddenly spoke, his voice cold.

"What did you say?" Chang Jing looked at Lu Zichu with a little confused.

Lu Zichu didn't answer the conversation immediately, but just looked at Chang Jing. After a while, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "I'm divorced, take care of each other. Now that he has a new life, why should you hold the past and never forget it?"

Chang Jing gasped and narrowed her red eyes: "Zichu, are you talking for your uncle or Gu Qinghuan!"

Under the light, Lu Zichuyi's eyes were even deeper, which could be called profound and unfathomable: "I don't help anyone, I just talk about the facts. It's meaningless to keep making trouble like this. My uncle originally had a deep affection for you, but it's a pity that no matter how deep the relationship between husband and wife can't withstand your back and forth. Congratulations on successfully squandering it."

In an instant, the room was silent, with only the sound of cats crying one after another. It was probably the season of spring again, and the cats were not idle to eat, and the cats were moaning very happily.

Chang Jing was shocked and didn't believe that this was said from Lu Zichu's mouth. His elegant face and cold eyebrows were Lu Zichu, which was very different from his past.

The old lady of the Han family didn't say anything, and continued to tease the kitten playing back and forth on her legs, as if she was a stranger who didn't care about her.

A piece of cigarette butt fell from Han Yu's fingers, and the ashes splashed.

I don’t know when I was already standing at the door of the living room and looked at Lu Zichu from afar.

Such four eyes are opposite, but it is actually more like a painting, a painting that is too depressing and suffocating.

Han Yu was wearing an iron-gray shirt with three buttons on the neckline and the light shone between his eyebrows and eyes, making his eyes look darker as dark as ink.

Where is Lu Zichu? Lu Zichu was wearing a clean white shirt, without a tie, rolled up her sleeves, elegant and cold. He just stood in the living room, slender and tall.

Han Yu's eyes were unruly and cold, while Lu Zichu's eyes were sparse and indifferent.

The former has no temperature, while the latter has too little eyes and is difficult to detect.

Wu Nai used to call Lu Zichu like this, saying that he seemed warm but was actually a completely cold-blooded animal.

Before today, Han Yu always thought that Lu Zichu was a person who looked very similar to him and treated people lightly. Because of their family background and growth experience, no matter which side Lu Zichu showed, he could find that little self in Lu Zichu's eyes, but at this moment, he felt that Lu Zichu was a little unfamiliar.

Lu Zichu has never treated Chang Jing like this. Jing was her aunt and always spoke politely, but what he said today was too ruthless, even if what he said was true.

But the facts do not necessarily mean that everyone likes to listen, wants to listen, and is willing to listen...

Han Yu felt that the chest was bitter, and even the smoke I smoked just now was bitter. For Old Mrs. Han Yu's eyes were too deep and unpredictable at this moment, and such eyes seemed to be able to transition into a war of gunpowder at any time.

Old Mrs. Han, who had never spoken, was worried that her grandson and her grandson would fight because of a verbal conflict. She turned to Lu Zichu and said, "Zichu, don't you have anything to do? Go back and do your business, don't worry about me."

...

The night is already deep, the road is mottled, and colorful lights are shining across, and countless vehicles are rushing around in the night.

Late at night, T city, old streets, pedestrians, vehicles, and various small stalls on the roadside, are like a slowly flowing old song, with endless lingering meanings and a century of storms.

These things can be seen and touched, making people feel very safe.

It's already July. The wind that slips into the car window brings the exclusive heat of the summer air, hitting Lu Zichu's face in a wisp. It's so hot, I'm afraid a heavy rain will come unexpectedly soon.

...

A Sheng left before Gu Qinghuan came back because Lu Zichu was here.

Lu Zichu leaned against the car body and looked at Gu Sheng walking towards him from a distance. He suddenly remembered that day, outside the T University gate, she sat in the car and told him about Gu Qinghuan. Her eyes were filled with imperceptible stubbornness and sadness, as if dazzling flowers instantly declined from midsummer to late winter.

Today, she was wearing a loose bun and a long skirt, which was hanging down to her feet. It was plain white, with magnolia embroidered on the neckline and the hem of the skirt. He said that she was very beautiful in a long skirt. At this moment, she walked out of the carved door of the Han family so quietly, and her eyes seemed to be soaked in the mountains and rivers under the street lights.

When A Sheng walked towards him, he just looked at her quietly.

He is a person who is obsessed with emotions. He is moved for a lifetime and has been in the upper-class life circle for a long time. It is logical that he should be exhausted from emotions. However, over the years, he has seen too many scenes, so he doesn't want to be with someone one day, just to fill the loneliness. After meeting A Sheng, he suddenly realized that the reason why he has become more and more indifferent and ruthless after searching for so long is not because of reality, but because he has not met the person who can warm him up.

For Lu Zichu, he felt the warmth, so he cherished it very much.

A Sheng didn't ask him why he came. Since he appeared in the Han family, it was enough to show what had happened here before, and he knew it.
Chapter completed!