In the warm and slightly subtle atmosphere of the restaurant, Mr. Zhou's mouth corners were slightly raised, his eyes were full of satisfaction, and his heart was as happy as if it was filled with honey.
He looked at Zhou Yanchen and thought to himself: This little bastard is always so pretentious on weekdays, but today he finally came to his senses and knew how to feel sorry for his wife.
After Zhou Yanchen returned to his seat, he frowned slightly. He now understood what had gone wrong for him to go and pick up the plate of shrimps.
The shrimp dish was like a trigger for subtle changes, making the whole situation seem a little different.
Su Xinyao stood aside, watching Zhou Yanchen pick up shrimps for her with disdainful eyes, and instead brought the whole plate of shrimps to Shen Qingli.
At that moment, she felt as if her heart was filled with mixed feelings.
During this meal, everyone present had their own thoughts.
After dinner, Shen Qingli chatted with Mr. Zhou for a while.
She opened her mouth softly, breaking the brief silence: "Grandpa, I just received a message from my colleague, saying that a patient I handle needs my visit."
As she said this, she prepared to get her bag.
When Mr. Zhou heard this, he immediately stood up, his face full of worry: "Xiao Li, why am I looking for you after you've already gotten off work?"
"Your hospital also lets me rest."
Shen Qingli smiled helplessly: "Grandpa, there is no other way in our job. We have to go back when we encounter special circumstances."
When Mr. Zhou heard this, his eyes were filled with heartache.
Shen Qingli looked at him, feeling very reluctant.
In her heart, this old home is like her own family and is the best to her except for her mother.
She walked forward, gently hugged Grandpa Zhou, and gently reminded him: "Grandpa, you must take good care of your body and go for regular physical examinations every day."
When Mr. Zhou heard this, his brows slightly frowned, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.
He felt that Shen Qingli's words were a little strange, as if they contained a farewell meaning, which made him feel a little uneasy.
He was about to open his mouth to ask something, but Shen Qingli opened his mouth directly: "Grandpa, I'm in a hurry, I'm leaving first."
Grandpa Zhou came to his senses and quickly shouted behind him: "Xiao Li, drive slowly, and come back to see Grandpa often."
"Okay, Grandpa."
Seeing Shen Qingli's back disappearing at the door, Mr. Zhou turned around and saw Zhou Yanchen still standing there. He groaned and immediately became furious and said loudly:
"Chen'er, your wife has left, can you go and see her off?"
A complicated look flashed across Zhou Yanchen's eyes, and he was silent for a moment, "Grandpa, I'm going back."
Seeing Zhou Yanchen was about to leave, Su Xinyao hurriedly followed him and said coquettishly, "Brother Chen, I'll go with you."
Zhou Yanchen seemed not to hear anything. His eyes followed the direction Shen Qingli left until her figure disappeared.
He felt inexplicably irritated, as if a ball of fire was burning in his heart, but he couldn't find a way to vent it.
Su Xinyao chased to his car, reached out to open the door and get in, but was rejected by Zhou Yanchen.
His tone was a little cold: "Yaoyao, I'll ask the driver to take you home. I'm still busy."
After saying this, he called the driver without hesitation and ordered, "Take her home."
Then he just drove away.
Only Su Xinyao was left standing there, her eyes full of grievance and bitterness.
In the car, Zhou Yanchen kept thinking about what Shen Qingli said to him today.
The more I think about it, the more I feel guilty.
Even if they are divorced, she can still come to see grandpa.
He actually asked her to come.
The more Zhou Yanchen thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He turned the car around and drove towards where Shen Qingli lived.
He knew that this was the last time Zhou Yanchen saw Shen Qingli before she left Beijing.
This farewell is five days.
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After leaving the Zhou family's old house, Shen Qingli did not go home directly, but drove to the river for some unknown reason.
Along the way, various memories of the past kept flashing through her mind, making her feel a little breathless.
After parking the car, she walked towards the river step by step as if being drawn by some invisible force.
Beijing in the month of February is like a huge steamer. The scorching air permeates every corner, making it suffocating.
However, the riverside today seemed like another world. The gentle breeze brought a slight coolness, blowing away some of the heat on her body, but it also blew away the heavy haze in her heart.
At this time, the riverside was bustling with people walking back and forth, the elderly leisurely walking their dogs, couples sweetly snuggling, and children running happily.
This lively scene seemed like a virtual picture in Shen Qingli's eyes and was out of place for her.
She walked slowly down the stone steps with a somewhat empty look in her eyes, until she found a place with relatively few people, stopped and sat down quietly.
Her eyes were fixed on the ships sailing on the river, and her thoughts drifted away with them.
Those ships, big or small, were all heading in their own directions.
But she felt like a lonely boat that had lost its way in the vast ocean, not knowing where to go.
The breeze blew by, gently lifting her hair, but it also inadvertently brought up the long-suppressed sadness in her heart.
The emotions that she had been trying so hard to suppress suddenly overwhelmed her like a flood.
She couldn't bear it any longer and buried her head between her knees. Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes uncontrollably, one drop at a time, wetting her clothes.
In this unnoticed corner, she released all the pain in her heart and sobbed silently.
She said to herself silently in her heart: "Shen Qingli, this is the last time you cry for him. From now on, completely erase him from your memory."
Just when she was immersed in grief, suddenly, she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.
This sudden slap startled Shen Qingli. She quickly turned her head and hurriedly wiped the tears from her face with her hands, then slowly raised her head and looked towards her.
What came into view was a sunny and handsome face, it was Jiang Yubai.
His smile is like the sun in winter, bright and warm.
But when he saw her red and swollen eyes, the smile on his face froze instantly, his expression froze, and he asked with worry in his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"
"Brother, why are you here?" Shen Qingli didn't answer his question, but was a little surprised to meet him here.
She tried hard to make her voice sound calmer, but her slightly trembling tone still betrayed her fragile heart.
"I came out to digest my food, and I saw someone who looked a bit like you from a distance, so I came over to take a look."
While Jiang Yubai was speaking, he gently sat down beside her. His eyes never left Shen Qingli, and the concern in his eyes became more and more obvious.
After a moment of silence, he asked gently, "How are you feeling?"
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