At night, the snow began to fall again.

The snowflakes were noticeably larger than in the morning, and there was already a thin layer of snow on top of the cars parked on the side of the road.

"Second master, it's here."

In the car, the driver sitting in the cab whispered to remind the man in the back seat who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The man's eyes opened, and his eyes were slightly drunk, as if they were drunk.

Turning his head to look out of the window, he rubbed his aching temples with his hand, picked up an A4 paper-sized brown paper bag on the seat next to him, pushed the door and got out of the car.

The driver asked, "Do you need me to wait for you here?" ”

The man stood by the car door and thought for a moment and said, "No, you can go back." ”

"Okay, the second master can call me again if he needs to."

"Hmm."

The car drove away, and the street fell silent.

Qian Qiucheng stood on the side of the road, in front of a small two-story house, two or three meters apart, which was the main entrance of the house.

Looking upstairs, there was a light on in the room.

He rang the doorbell, his eyes a little glazed, but as if he was thinking about something, patiently waiting for the people in the house to come and open the door.

A few seconds later, I faintly heard footsteps coming towards the door.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and it was quiet again, and the people inside hesitated, and then opened the door.

Qian Qiucheng looked at the woman standing by the door with drunken eyes, the corners of his mouth rose upward, and he muttered in a low voice: "Gentleness." ”

Meng Qianjun stood by the door, she didn't want Qian Qiucheng to enter the house, but she was afraid that she would be photographed by the paparazzi, so she turned sideways and got out of the way: "Let's go into the house."

No need to change shoes. ”

Qian Qiucheng stood by the door, just looked down at Meng Qianjun and didn't speak.

Meng Qianjun turned around and walked towards the living room, and asked in a tone of no emotion, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Qian Qiucheng didn't answer, and walked behind her, first looking at the environment of the room, as if to confirm whether she was doing well.

Meng Qianjun picked up the glass hanging on the cup rack on the coffee table, poured a cup of boiling water from the thermostat and handed it over, handed it to Qian Qiu Cheng, and asked again, "Why did you suddenly come to me?" ”

Qian Qiucheng looked down at the water cup in front of him, smiled, reached out and took a sip of the water cup, looked at Meng Qianjun with a little sloppy eyes and said, "It seems that I miss you a little." ”

When Meng Qianjun heard this, she was not moved in the slightest, and when she saw Qian Qiu Cheng drinking, she was not distressed, but calmly reminded: "We are already divorced." ”

Qian Qiucheng: "So I can't bear to bother you, but I can't seem to bear it anymore, I'm sorry." ”

Meng Qianjun took a deep breath and said, "It's not too early, you seem to have drunk too much, go back and rest early." ”

Qian Qiucheng didn't seem to hear what Meng Qianjun said, but lowered his eyebrows and asked to himself: "Have you ever loved me?" ”

Meng Qianjun: "Is this still important?" ”

Qian Qiucheng: "I want to know the answer. ”

Meng Qianjun lowered her eyes and thought for a while before saying, "If I didn't love you at the beginning, why would I marry you?" ”

When Qian Qiu Cheng heard this, he hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled: "That's good." ”

Meng Qianjun looked at Qian Qiucheng thoughtfully, feeling a little uneasy in her heart, she felt that Qian Qiucheng was a little abnormal.

Is it because of the alcohol or ...... What did he find?

Meng Qianjun was not sure, but she knew that there was no good fruit to eat if she tore her face with Qian Qiu Cheng, she just wanted to divorce the marriage amicably, and she didn't want to offend Qian Qiu Cheng. -->>

"I didn't dare to go home after you moved out.

It wasn't until today that I mustered up the courage to go back to that place. ”

Meng Qianjun listened quietly, not knowing what Qian Qiucheng wanted to say.

Qian Qiucheng took another sip of the water cup, and then said, "I went back to clean up briefly, and found that you left some things at home." ”

As he spoke, Qian Qiucheng picked up the brown paper bag in his hand and took out a ten-inch black wooden box from it.

When she saw this box, Meng Qianjun's eyes changed, but she just sat opposite Qian Qiucheng without moving, ready to improvise.

Qian Qiucheng put the wooden box on the coffee table, his voice was very low, and he said in a flat tone: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was your thing at first, so I opened it without permission out of curiosity." ”

Meng Qianjun smiled and shook her head: "It's okay, it's just a photo album, and it's not something unsightly." ”

Qian Qiucheng smiled slightly bitterly, looked out the window with bloodshot eyes, took a deep breath, and recalled: "When we met, it seemed like you were in your junior year. ”

Meng Qianjun nodded: "Well, I went to the UK to participate in the competition, and by chance you saw my performance, and then invited me to be a new model for your company's products." ”

"Seems like you remember, but it wasn't the first time we've met, and I didn't see your performance by chance."

Meng Qianjun's expression froze, she only knew that after that cooperation, Qian Qiucheng had the intention of pursuing her, she always knew it, but Qian Qiucheng didn't break it, and she didn't find out.

"Ikeno caused trouble at school, that time I happened to be on a business trip in France, and I called from home to ask me to help deal with it, I found him at the bar, you were there that day, drunk, Ikeno and your friend knew each other, and your friend helped you and asked Ikeno to help send you back to school, so that day, I sent you back, you were so drunk that you kept talking nonsense in the car, and you were almost at school and threw up my car."

Meng Qianjun recalled that she had an impression of this incident.

That day was the first time she confessed to Zhan Shaoyin, with full expectations, in exchange for an empty joy.

She remembered that she had drunk a lot, her memory was broken, and she didn't remember how she got back to the dorm that night, but the next day she heard from her friends that the man who had sent them back last night was handsome, and she had been whispering in her ear for days.

It's just that she's not interested in it.

"After that encounter, I thought I wouldn't meet again, but I happened to see a dance competition message on a roadside poster, and there were several people on the poster, and you weren't in the center, but I saw you at a glance.

That's why I was in the audience at that game. ”

Hearing this, Meng Qianjun's eyes deepened slightly, it was the first time she had heard these things, and she didn't know that someone was silently creating opportunities just to get closer to her.

She always thought that it was after she had won several competitions and became a little famous that Qian Qiu Cheng fell in love with her...... But...... Why isn't the person who loves her silently the one in her heart?

She has worked hard for Zhan Shaoyin for so many years, working hard to make herself better, hoping to hear someone else's "good match" when she stands beside him, but in the end she didn't get anything, how could she be willing to live a lifetime with a man she didn't love?

Since she was a child, both her mother and her teacher have asked her to do her best in dance moves, and she has always had high requirements for herself, so for her future partner, she also hopes that the person in her heart will be considered complete.

With Qian Qiu Cheng, she always feels a trace of regret in her heart.

After the silence, Meng Qianjun said: "Thank you for admitting, I also feel very happy with you."

It's just that we can't go back, so let's let those good things stay in the memories. ”