Ye Qingshui raised his head and looked at him almost instantly.

Her hazy thoughts began to disperse and spread...finally her sight fixed on his cold face.

Yes, Xie Tingjue in his previous life did not return to the Xie family at this time.

"I want to talk to you for a few minutes, is that convenient?"

Ye Qingshui looked at him, then looked at Xie Tingyu who was following closely behind him with a frown on his face.

"You go back first, big brother has something to say." Xie Tingjue said.

Xie Tingyu hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. He took off his coat and put it around Ye Qingshui, and reminded him, "It's too cold. Don't stay outside in the wind for too long."

Xie Tingjue looked at Ye Qingshui's red eyes, and couldn't help feeling touched, and a sense of regret welled up in his heart.

He said: "The person you see when you come to the capital is me."

Xie Tingjue paused for a moment and looked at her. The soft hair on Ye Qingshui's forehead was gently blown by the north wind, and her clear eyes were filled with hazy doubts.

"I also issued the divorce statement in the newspaper."

Her eyes were motionless.

"The later Tingyu is also me."

Ye Qingshui was exhausted after a long day, and her emotions fluctuated greatly. She was also blown by the cold wind all the way, so her brain was already very slow to react. But when she heard Xie Tingjue's words, she felt her ears "buzz" and suddenly became silent.

She thought slowly: "What do you mean, the later Tingyu is also me?"

Xie Tingjue seemed to be lost in memories, and slowly said: "In 1978, many accidents happened to the Xie family. First, my father was transferred, then my grandparents both passed away, and Tingyu died in a car accident. At that time, I was just an ordinary person from the countryside. He asked me to take his place and go to college and study, and then look for opportunities in the future..."

The north wind whistled in my ears, making the branches tremble. It was so cold that it could freeze people's ears, and it blew into their hearts, freezing them stiff.

"It's not that I want to hide it from you, it's that he doesn't want to tell you. He's afraid that you'll be too sad..."

Ye Qingshui only felt a buzzing sound in his ears from the freezing wind, and his head felt heavy, as if it was frozen.

She was also frozen in place, staring blankly at Xie Tingjue. Xie Tingjue's words were ridiculous and unbelievable.

Xie Tingyu was alive and well, and he was doing very well in the political arena. How could he be dead?

"If there is still a chance, I hope you can know this."

Xie Tingjue said with deep emotion.

"In fact, the help you received from your boss when you were in trouble was his. The shop and house you bought were also made up for with his money. Your master was also someone he wanted to find for you... He asked me to take good care of you."

But what he never expected was that Ye Qingshui was already pregnant at that time and had a miscarriage without his knowledge. She never married again after that, and Xie Tingyu's tomb was right between the mountains and rivers, looking at her from afar.

Hot tears filled her eyes unconsciously, and Ye Qingshui said angrily:

"Don't say any more."

Xie Tingjue said calmly: "His grave is right next to your grandma's. Every year when you sweep your grandma's grave, you will also see him. There is a loquat tree in front of his grave, because there was a time when you liked to eat loquats very much, and he hoped that you could see it."

Ye Qingshui's eyes went dark and tears suddenly fell.

When she was eighteen, she had just gotten pregnant and couldn’t eat due to morning sickness, so she preferred to eat sour loquats.

Xie Tingyu brought back a bag of loquats, "Shui Ya is also a delicate girl now!"

After eating, Ye Qingshui carefully buried the fruit core and planted it in the yard.

"This tree is unlucky, just pull it out. Also, how do you grow loquats like this? The germination rate is very low..." Xie Tingyu's words revealed uncontrollable disgust.

He was using an allusion to make a metaphor for her again. Ye Qingshui understood what he meant. That sentence was… "There is a loquat tree in the yard. It was planted by my wife the year she died. Now it has grown tall and majestic."

The story is about a loving couple who are separated by death. The husband mourns his deceased wife for a long time.

"But I like to eat it." Ye Qingshui retorted sullenly.

Those who once disliked it for being unlucky planted it in front of their graves after they died.

Every Qingming Festival, Ye Qingshui sweeps the grave of his grandmother. The loquats beside the nameless grave ripen every year and are full of fruits.

Sometimes when they were tired of sweeping the graves, they would take a rest under the tree and pick some fruit to eat. Thanks to the tree, they would also sweep the nameless graves nearby.

But for decades, Ye Qingshui never thought that the person she cared about most was buried inside.

The young man who had caused so many girls to lose their hearts, the man who could make them angry and cry, had been lying there lonely for decades.

He lay there, all alone, and must have been very cold. The grave was overgrown with weeds, and no one came to pay homage to him during the Qingming Festival.

Ye Qingshui choked with tears.

Xie Tingjue said: "He said... Ye Qingshui is stubborn. If he knew that he was dead, he would definitely be upset--"

Ye Qingshui covered his ears and pleaded, "Don't say anymore..."

"Stop talking—"

"I don't believe it."

Ye Qingshui ran very fast. The weather was too cold and the road was frozen and slippery. She stumbled and fell.

Xie Tingjue went over, helped her up, and handed her a handkerchief.

But she was sitting on the ground, hugging her legs and crying uncontrollably, "You made this up, you lied to me, right?"

"How could he do this..."

"How could he lie to me?"

"He is a heartless man. He loves the new and hates the old. He is too proud to be the one. After he returns to the capital, he will have a partner, children, and live a good life..."

Ye Qingshui's head felt as if someone was pulling it madly, and it was throbbing with pain.

She fell in a pool of blood and watched the blood flow out of her body. By then he was gone.

She was sick in bed and got sores all over her body in the summer. At that time, he published the news of his divorce.

When she recovered from her illness, she went to look for him. The travel expenses had used up all her savings. Finally, she found him at school, and he asked her to go home.

The spring is bitter, the summer is hot, and the winter is cold, but he has endured year after year, getting better and better, and rising step by step. How could he be an unknown skeleton buried in a pile of weeds?

Ye Qingshui cried without making any sound and could hardly breathe, with haha, gasping sounds coming out of his throat.

Xie Tingjue's Adam's apple rolled, and he spoke with difficulty: "I'm telling you, it's not to make you sad."

Ye Qingshui wiped away her tears and said in a hoarse voice: "What does Я люблю тебя mean?"

"You can go ask Tingyu."

Ye Qingshui staggered back to the house.

Xie Tingyu opened the door and was surprised to see Ye Qingshui's face covered with tears and pale complexion.

Under the warm yellow light of the corridor, her body was covered with marks, her hair was soft and wet covering her forehead, the corners of her eyes were red, she was holding his coat in her hand, and at this moment she was looking at him with a sad and almost mournful look.

A surge of anger suddenly rose up from the bottom of Xie Tingyu's heart.

"What did he say to you?"

Ye Qingshui pulled his sleeve and asked, "What does Я люблю тебя mean?"

Xie Tingyu stood there in a daze. After a few seconds, he fell silent.

Ye Qingshui persisted and asked again, with a hint of collapse in her voice, "What do you mean?"

"I love you."

"What?"

"I love you." Xie Tingyu repeated in a whisper, the back of his ears gradually turned red, and embarrassment appeared on his handsome face.

As soon as she finished speaking, two lines of tears fell down her cheeks, and he wiped her tears helplessly.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this question? It turns out that you have never understood its meaning... I'm sorry, if he really said something to you that made you sad. I will help you get it back."

"Can you please tell me what he said to you?" Xie Tingyu was a little nervous.

He was even a little incoherent. Before tonight, Xie Tingyu had never known that in her mind, he had such a bad image.

Why would Ye Qingshui care so much about what he said before?

In a trance, Ye Qingshui seemed to see the scene of Xie Tingyu saying this sentence for the first time.

That day, Xie Tingyu went to the educated youth point to attend a class. After school, several female educated youth kept surrounding him. Several educated people gathered together to chat and talk about everything.

Ye Qingshui waited outside the door for a long time, until the birds returned to the mountains and the sun set.

She cried while waiting.

"Why are you crying?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? I'm not as smart as He Fang, not as pretty as Sun Lingyu, and not as educated as Zhou Tingting."

"Yeah, you are indeed stupid.

Ye Qingshui looked at Xie Tingyu in front of him, frowned and asked: "What did Xie Tingjue say to you?"

Tears burst out like a dam.

After a long while, Xie Tingyu finally said, "Shui'er, don't cry. Your crying makes me feel upset."

Xie Tingyu held her face in his big hands, looked down at her, his eyes were softer than ever before, and he said softly:

"It's a good time"

After a long while, she stopped crying, and Xie Tingyu smiled and said, "Your face is swollen from crying, and you will make a fool of yourself when you meet those relatives tomorrow. I'll go get a basin of water and wash your face for you."

Xie Tingyu quickly left the room and went downstairs to get a basin of hot water.

He wrung out a hot towel and wiped her face gently. His deep gaze was as gentle and peaceful as the sea.

Xie Tingyu sighed and said, "It seems that there are indeed many problems between us."

He said calmly, "Our union was indeed caused by an accident. I was not very kind to you when we first got married. If I did anything wrong, you can tell me and I will try my best to correct it."

Xie Tingyu's expression gradually became serious. He looked at Ye Qingshui with gentle eyes and said word by word: "I really like you, and I sincerely treat you as my wife and spend the rest of my life with you."

Ye Qingshui clutched the warm towel in his hand. Xie Tingyu's voice had a soothing and calming power.

Let her gradually pull herself out of the past and look him squarely in the face.

Ye Qingshui opened his mouth and uttered a very hoarse voice: "Hmm."

A faint smile gradually spread across Xie Tingyu's face, and his eyes curved slightly, "I know Shui'er likes me, too."

Ye Qingshui uttered a word with a thick nasal sound, gritted his teeth and snorted, "You are the one I hate the most. I want a divorce."

After she said this, a smile appeared on her face.

This marriage, which started in disgrace and ended in tragedy, has always been her nightmare.

Ye Qingshui has always longed to start over, to walk out of the mountains, to get to know herself. When she looked back on her marriage decades ago and re-examined herself, thinking that she had seen it clearly, someone accused her: "No, it wasn't what you thought it was."

Since everything can start over again, this marriage should also start over.

Legally, she was still an unmarried girl.

Ye Qingshui blinked at him.

Xie Tingyu's eyelids twitched. Ye Qingshui's happy expression did not infect him. He held her hand and begged for mercy in a gentle voice: "We can't get a divorce. Why do we need a divorce? What haven't I done well enough? Shui'er, tell me--"

That night, Ye Qingshui seemed to have shed all the tears of his life, and all the moisture in his body was drained away.

Now that she relaxed, her face revealed an unconcealable fatigue.

Her voice was nasal and hoarse, "It's two o'clock, let's go to bed."

Xie Tingyu glanced at the time and it was indeed getting late. He tried his best to suppress the pain in his heart, washed up and went to bed.

He lay beside her, smelling the faint fragrance of her hair, and subconsciously reached out to hold her in his arms.

"It's cold, I'm warmer."

However, the girl, who had been resisting close contact with him for some time, only uttered a hoarse "hmm", her pink face sank into his arms, and she fell asleep quietly.

She didn't reject him again.

As time went by, joy grew little by little, and Xie Tingyu felt relieved.

In the darkness, he gazed at her soft body, her slender waist, and his nose smelling her unique, faint fragrance. He felt incredibly soft-hearted.

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Brother Yu: I knew that Shui Ya loves me!

Pingshengjun: Divorce! Divorce!

The smile on Brother Yu's face gradually disappeared...