Song Xijiao opened her eyes slightly and saw Pei Zhiting standing up and rummaging through the drawer of the bedside table.
"Jiaojiao, I love you."
He loved her, and had loved her for many years.
That year she was a sophomore in high school. She wore a high ponytail and a blue and white school uniform. She sat upright at her desk, writing on the test paper stroke by stroke.
The sunlight came through the window and fell on her. Not only did his heart beat fast, but it also felt like a long-lasting beating.
After she married Pei Hetong, he told himself over and over again that he couldn't have any desires, couldn't go astray, couldn't...
He traveled abroad, walked the same path she had walked, ate the food she loved, and fulfilled the wish she had written down all by himself.
I went to Iceland alone to see the Northern Lights.
A man went to South Africa to watch the great animal migration.
A man went to Alaska to watch whales leap out of the water.
A man went to Bolivia to see the Sky Mirror.
Everything she wanted to do, he did alone.
He thought that this would be his life, he would live alone until he grew old, and after his death, his ashes would be brought back to China and buried next to Song Xijiao's tomb.
We will never see each other again in this life or death, but I can't help but want to be closer to her, closer and closer.
She fell into his arms just like that, and the long-dormant heartbeat revived like spring, like a dead tree coming back to life, and it was unstoppable.
He thought that he would have to put in some effort to get her, but he didn't expect that she would just fall into his arms like that.
"Pei Zhiting, what do you love about me?"
"all."
He loved everything about her. He loved the way she tied her hair into a ponytail, revealing her slender neck; he loved the way she let her hair down, looking lazy and charming; he loved the way she laughed, loved the way she cried, loved the way she pouted when she was angry, and the tenacity in her that could never be driven away.
That was his first kiss.
At thirty-one, he gave up.
Eager and stubborn, reckless and affectionate.
Later, he recalled that hug over and over again, when she was in his arms and said she was happy.
He is the happy one.
He was going crazy with joy.
That day was also his most embarrassing day. He was at a loss and had to ask Song Xijiao for help.
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Accompanied by Pei Zhiting, Song Xijiao once again stepped into her and Pei Hetong's wedding room.
Starting from the entrance, Pei Zhiting hugged Song Xijiao and asked her to point out which shoes needed to be taken away from the shoe cabinet. He seemed to not dislike the fact that she and Pei He shared the same wedding room at all, without any hesitation or disgust.
She pointed to a pair, and he took one, without any hesitation.
There were not many shoes belonging to her, only a small part, and Pei Hetong's shoes accounted for the majority.
He is a vain and showy person. His shoe cabinet is filled with several pairs of AJ shoes, all of which are co-branded models.
When she was in love with Pei Hetong, Pei Hetong once gave her a pair of women's shoes, but she didn't like this brand. Although she received them, she kept them in the bottom of the box and never wore them.
Pei Zhiting saw her staring at those AJs and thought she liked them. "Did Pei Hetong give them to you?"
Song Xijiao shook her head. "No, he gave me another pair. I never wore them and kept them in the cloakroom."
Pei Zhiting opened another door next to the shoe cabinet. This was an independent dressing room with a large space, housing five floor-to-ceiling wardrobes side by side.
Pei Zhiting frowned suddenly, his face full of unhappiness.
"Why do you have so few clothes?"
The contrast between three wardrobes and one small wardrobe is simply too terrible.
Song Xijiao doesn't care much about her clothes, shoes, accessories, bags and other material possessions.
Pei Zhiting asked one question after another, and Song Xijiao answered one question after another.
"Do you want this one?"
"don't want"
"What about this one?"
"want"
"What about these?"
"I don't want any of them anymore"
Her answer was so clear and concise that Pei Zhiting's mouth curled up with joy.
"We don't want these anymore. We'll buy new ones when we go traveling."
Song Xijiao did not object and nodded, agreeing.
When the two of them were tidying up the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, Pei Zhiting pulled out a piece of lace from it. He raised the pajamas in his hand and shook it at her with interest, as if he had discovered a new world.
"Do you want this one?"
Would she wear this?
Hahaha! !
I laughed for a few seconds and then couldn't laugh anymore.
Pei Hetong, that bastard, actually put this kind of pajamas in the closet.
Damn it, the image of Song Xijiao wearing it appeared in his mind.
When he thought of this, Pei Zhiting felt extremely depressed, and even his face looked a little ugly.
Song Xijiao just glanced at him and then looked away, with a dull expression on her face.
"No."
She doesn't want any of it.
She has never worn this pajamas since she bought it, but it’s not that she doesn’t want to wear it.
Chu Zhihan said that she deliberately seduced her son.
"good."
Pei Zhiting threw it into the trash bag next to him without any hesitation or regret.
Song Xijiao didn't need to take much with her, and it could all be packed into a 24-inch suitcase.
Half of the box was filled with her painting tools.
And there are the mountain roses she has been raising for years.
Pei Zhiting wiped all of Song Xijiao's things with a rag before packing them.
After five years of marriage, all her things can be packed into one suitcase. If I tell others about this, I'm afraid no one will believe it, but it is a fact, and it is an indisputable fact.
"Is there anything else you need to take?"
Song Xijiao glanced at the crusher and shook her head.
"there is none left."
Pei Zhiting took out a cigarette box from his pocket, shook out a cigarette and put it into his mouth, then took out a lighter and lit the cigarette. He took a deep puff and then looked at the worker beside him.
"Move everything down and burn it all."
He had a cigarette between his teeth, looked a little unhappy, and even his voice was a little hoarse.
Song Xijiao wants to take back what belongs to her, while Pei Zhiting wants to destroy the things she doesn't want and erase all traces of hers in this house.
He wanted to destroy all of Pei Hetong's hopes.
"Yes, Mr. Pei."
The worker responded respectfully and threw the wedding photos that were taller than a person into the crusher. In just a few seconds, they were crushed into powder.
Pei Zhiting looked at the shredded photo and his expression looked better. He put his arms around Song Xijiao's waist, leaned over slightly, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Jiaojiao, I will never give you to Pei Hetong."
He wouldn't even leave a piece of clothing or a doll for Pei Hetong.
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