Sky-high ex-wife refuses to remarry

The incandescent lights of the training ground were brightly lit, and thin snowflakes danced slowly in mid-air. He faced the wind and snow, and strode here from under the lights.

He was wearing a black overcoat, tall and thin, with a cold white face, deep dark eyes, and an indifferent expression.

As if he had noticed her, he paused slightly, looked at her from a distance of several meters, with the corners of his lips curled up, and smiled gently at her.

That was 17-year-old Qiao Zhanbei.

That was her first New Year's Eve after coming to the capital.

The New Year's Eve dinner at Grandpa Qiao's house was over. In the middle of the night, Ye Mian quietly ran out alone, and across the practice field, a 14-year-old girl sat down on the bench alone.

At this moment, she misses her grandma very much.

On New Year's Eve in previous years, grandma would make egg dumplings, fried spring rolls, and croquettes.When her old man croquettes, she eats them greedily.

She misses the relaxed atmosphere of being in her own home.

Tonight, the New Year's Eve dinner at Qiao's family was very lively. Everyone treated her very kindly. At the dinner table, they kept persuading her to eat.She felt very stiff and uncomfortable, and there was no one of her relatives here.

Qiao Zhanbei, who she secretly admired in her heart, was also called by Tong Yaoyao after dinner to celebrate the new year together.

A strong sense of loneliness overwhelmed her.

The cold wind was blowing, snowflakes were falling in the sky, and the huge and empty training ground was empty. She curled up on the bench alone, letting her tears flow freely.

"Grandma...Mom..." Ye Mian buried her face in her knees, sobbing, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

She raised her head and looked at the dark night with tears in despair. In this world, there were no relatives, and the only person she liked also had a lover.

She suddenly couldn't see the future, and she didn't know what she was living for.

In the blurred vision, a familiar figure came towards this side. When she saw the person clearly, she was stunned. Didn't he accompany Tong Yaoyao to New Year's Eve?how come……

The girl quickly wiped away her tears, sat up straight, and saw Qiao Zhanbei walking towards her in the wind and snow, carrying a handbag.

He smiled softly at her from a distance.

That smile, like a warm spring breeze, blows into her cold and empty heart, blowing away the sense of despair and loneliness, and revealing a hint of sweetness.

He got closer and closer, with a clear and clean breath, his short boots stepped on dry leaves, rustling, Ye Mian also heard his own heartbeat, like a deer bumping wildly in the heart.

"Brother Qiao." She stood up and called out stiffly.

Approaching her, Qiao Zhanbei realized that the little girl seemed to have cried, her eyes were red, and her nose was red from the cold.

He raised his hand compassionately, covered her head, and asked softly, "You miss home?"

During the meal, she didn't eat much, she kept laughing and was very reserved, and she ran out to cry secretly at such a late hour, she must be homesick.

Faced with his concern, Ye Mian's throat choked up, no pretense, she nodded, and when she lowered her head, a hot tear "slapped" and landed on the upper of the brown cotton leather shoe.

"I don't even have a home anymore." She raised her head, murmured, smiled again, and asked calmly, "Didn't you go with Tong Yaoyao? Why did you come back?"

Tong Yaoyao told her that every new year, he would accompany her to watch the new year.

Qiao Zhanbei handed her a handkerchief and said indifferently, "They are playing cards. It's very noisy. I don't like it."

He didn't go to accompany Tong Yaoyao, it was a group of second generations gathered to celebrate the new year, he went to show his face, thinking that she was alone with her grandparents, so he hurried back.

Ye Mian was a little dazed when she heard his words, he and Tong Yaoyao didn't seem to be what she thought.

Sweet in the girl's heart.

Qiao Zhanbei thought of her phrase "I don't even have a home", and looked at the lonely little girl with pity.

He lowered his head, and his voice was as gentle as jade, "Now, Qiao's family is your home, and I'm your brother. If you have any worries in the future, you can tell me, and if you have any difficulties, just come to me."

Snowflakes whitened the top of his hair, and he was against the light, covering his whole body with a halo.

Ye Mian was both moved and sad.

Just brother.

She looked at him, nodded hesitantly in agreement.

Seeing that the little girl was not avoiding him so much tonight, Qiao Zhanbei's heart warmed, "Is it cold? I brought the fireworks back, do you want to play?"

On New Year's Eve, on a snowy night, setting off fireworks with him to watch the New Year's Eve is her dream.

Ye Mian shook her head and nodded excitedly, said incoherently: "No, I mean it's not cold. I think, I want to play."

The little girl looked at him with a full smile, and the smile reached the bottom of her eyes, her dark water eyes were as bright as stars.Qiao Zhanbei was in a good mood, he took off his coat and put it on her body.

"My face is red from the cold."

Ye Mian was stunned.

His coat carried his body temperature, very warm and thick, like a warm current wrapped around her, full of sense of security.The clothes are dyed with a faint smell of freshness and the smell of tobacco, which is fascinating.

When she regained consciousness, he was already setting up fireworks.

Qiao Zhanbei surrounded Ye Mian and set up a circle of fireworks tubes.

After a while, the fireworks tubes clustered with gorgeous fireworks, illuminating the girl's joyful and bright smile.

He went up to her and handed her a few little lit fireworks.

"So happy? I will play with you like this every New Year's Eve from now on." He spoiled.

Per year……

He must have coaxed her to play casually.

Ye Mian didn't speak, just nodded.

She doesn't like fireworks so much, but likes to set off fireworks with him.

After setting off the fireworks, they cleaned up the rubbish on the ground and went back to the small courtyard of grandpa's house.

In the yard, he took out a red envelope and handed it to her, and said with a smile: "The lucky money for you, happy new year."

After that, every New Year's Eve, he would accompany her to set off fireworks and give her New Year's money. Even in the three years after marriage, this ceremony never stopped.

until they divorced.

Ye Mian regained consciousness from the memory, a strong sense of grievance surged up, she looked at the firework stick that had long been extinguished in her hand, shed tears, and said with a wry smile: "Qiao Zhanbei, it's New Year's Eve again, where are you? ? You didn't accompany me to celebrate the New Year in the third year..."

In the past two years, he couldn't help himself, what about this year?

He is dead.

Otherwise, I won't break my promise.

he died.

From the bottom of my heart, there was a cold and heartless voice.

Ye Mian desperately shook her head, denying this cognition.

However, half a year later, she sent people all over the world to look for him, but there was still no news.

If he was still alive, he wouldn't have the heart not to come back. He couldn't bear to part with his elderly grandparents, his daughter who hadn't been with him much, and he couldn't bear to leave her behind.

He just lost his memory, so he should show up.

No, that person seemed to have evaporated without a trace.

All relatives and friends, company employees, customers, shareholders, shareholders... have silently accepted the fact that he is dead.

But she doesn't accept it!

How could Qiao Zhanbei die?

He was the ray of light that shone in at the darkest moment of her life, when she was most confused and helpless.

It was he who guided her to transform step by step from a sensitive orphan girl to an independent and confident person.

He is her first love, her lover, and the other partner in her life.

But he was indeed dead.

Every Spring Festival in the future, no one will accompany her to set off fireworks, pamper her like a child, give her lucky money, and will not say to her at the first moment of the new year: "Happy New Year!"

She could no longer touch his arms, could no longer smell his aura that made her lustful and fascinated, no longer could she rub against his arms like a cat and act like a spoiled child...

The more Ye Mian thought about it, the colder her heart became, that terrible sense of loneliness and helplessness overwhelmed her again.

Now that she is independent, strong and confident, she can hold up the sky by herself, but emotionally, she is still deeply attached to him.

The wine bottle in Ye Mian's hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and shattered in response.

Her tearful eyes looked towards the direction of the light again, and the tears kept rolling down like broken beads.

There, his tall and straight figure never appeared.

In the distance, the sound of countdown to the New Year's bell came from someone's TV.

She raised her wrist, looked at the hands on the watch, and looked around in the darkness. The New Year's bell rang, but he didn't come after all.

It's the Chinese New Year, and the sound of firecrackers sounded one after another in the distance, which is very festive.

Ye Mian wrapped her long down jacket tightly, curled up on the bench, wrapped her arms around her knees, and buried her head between her knees.

Her voice was hoarse, and she said to herself: "Qiao Zhanbei, happy new year."

On the opposite side of the training field, the man hid behind a huge cedar tree, looked at the woman on the opposite bench from a distance through the light, and said silently in his heart: Happy New Year.

It can be regarded as staying with her to watch the New Year's Eve, and it's the New Year's Eve.

He had accompanied her through ten years of New Year's Eve, from a glamorous young man, to a noble son, to a president who covered the sky with his hands.

At that time, he was a perfect match for her.

now……

Qiao Zhanbei pulled the corners of his lips and smiled bitterly.He turned the wheelchair and was about to leave, but his eyes seemed to be locked, and he couldn't move them away.

It's already New Year's Eve, why hasn't she gone back?

What should I do if I catch a cold in such a cold day?

What should I do if I encounter a hooligan?

However, this is a military compound, and there are sentries patrolling it from time to time, so there will be no hooligans.

Time ticked by, almost an hour passed, and she still hadn't left.

He couldn't hold back the impulse in his heart, and slowly approached her.

In the cold and cold night, the smell of burnt fireworks floated in the air. Several burnt fireworks sticks were scattered on the ground, and the wine bottles were shattered all over the place.

The woman curled up on the bench, tilted her head, closed her eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

He smelled heavily of alcohol.

The person who has been thinking about it day and night is right in front of his eyes.

She seemed to have cried, with dry tears remaining on her cheeks.

Qiao Zhanbei's heart twisted, and he couldn't restrain the impulse in his heart. He raised his hand and was about to stroke her face, but stopped just in time when he was about to touch her cheek.

He swallowed his choked throat, and withdrew his hand helplessly.

At this time, she moved, his heart suddenly tightened, and he was about to run away subconsciously.

Ye Mian just adjusted her posture, but didn't wake up.

Qiao Zhanbei breathed a sigh of relief, only to see that the down jacket she was covering had slipped below her chest, and she shivered from the cold with her neck shrunk.

The man frowned, not daring to breathe, leaning forward, holding the down jacket with both hands, and gently covering the top of her neck.

The down jacket looked very uncomfortable, he carefully tucked it in and patted it.

Ye Mian didn't sleep well, she just felt cold, and her whole body was chilling.

At this time, it seemed that someone had covered her with a quilt, just like her grandmother had covered her with a quilt when she was a child, and patted her, and the quilt wrapped her obediently, warm and full of safety.

It was more like his embrace, with a familiar and deep masculine breath, mixed with a faint smell of tobacco.

Qiao Zhanbei...

It's him!

Ye Mian suddenly opened her eyes, her heart beating wildly.

There was no one in front of her eyes, she wandered around, it was empty, the huge practice ground, she was the only one nearby, sitting alone in a chair.

Her eyes were gloomy, and the corner of her mouth curled into a sneer, how could it be him, she had hallucinations again.

Ye Mian was like a deflated hydrogen balloon, slumped in the chair, hanging her head desolately.

On her clothes, there was a faint smell of tobacco, and the smell of male hormones in Qiao Zhanbei's body, engraved in her bones.

Ye Mian frowned tightly.

It's him.

he came...

"Qiao Zhanbei!"

She stood up abruptly, and yelled loudly into the dark and cold night.

Ye Mian clenched her fists tightly, her eyes wandered around the empty surroundings.

It must have been him just now, covering her with clothes.

There is nothing wrong with the breath that belongs to him alone, and there is nothing wrong with her feelings for him.

Qiao Zhanbei is not dead, he is still alive...

Thinking of this, her eyes became hot, and she staggered to find him while running on the practice ground, regardless of the uncomfortable feeling of her legs cramping.

She didn't care about why he was hiding from her, she just wanted to find him.

Behind the pine tree, Qiao Zhanbei heard her cry, his heart was in his throat, and his palms were sweating from nervousness. Seeing her looking for her, he clenched his back molars, turned the wheelchair, and ran away quickly.

In the dark night, the leaves on the ground were rustling.

Ye Mian was standing outside the pine forest, when she heard movement, she immediately searched inside.

"Qiao Zhanbei! I know it's you! Get out!" She yelled loudly while walking through the woods.

Is it fun for a stinky man to avoid her even though he is still alive?

Ye Mian used the light of her phone's flashlight to walk through the pine forest, looking for him, but she couldn't see him. She was anxious and angry, and moreover, happy.

"Brother Qiao! Come out! If you don't come out, I'll show Qiao Qiao the video of you kneeling on the keyboard!" She said loudly with wet eyes.

The pine forest is still quiet, and the main road across the forest is the main road of the compound.

Ye Mian had just left the forest, through the light of the street lamps, he saw a black seven-seater commercial vehicle parked by the side of the road, someone seemed to have just gotten into the back seat, at this moment, the door was just pulled shut.

She rushed over.

The lights of the commercial vehicle turned on, turned around, and drove towards the gate of the compound.

At this time, a woman's figure suddenly jumped out, with her arms outstretched, blocking the front of the car.

A sudden brake sound resounded through the night sky.

The commercial vehicle stopped in time two steps away from Ye Mian.

As soon as the car stopped, Ye Mian walked around to the back seat, and before the car started up again, she grabbed the door handle of the back seat and pulled hard.

The car door was pulled open by her from the outside, a familiar masculine breath came over her face, Ye Mian looked into the car.