Ex-husband sells for 300 yuan

Although he has a strong desire to confide, Ling Qian is still too embarrassed to tell Tang Xiaowan that my ex-husband is the boy your good sister likes.

Tang Xiaowan acquiesced that it was a girl, but he didn't explain, so he continued to say the wrong thing.

"So, you got married because of your family's request?" Tang Xiaowan said with an indigestible expression, "I thought this kind of family marriage can only be seen in TV novels!"

Ling Qian thought to himself, our absurd reasons for getting married might be difficult for you to see in TV novels.

"And then, the divorce is because there is no need for marriage anymore?"

"It's almost...the process is more complicated..." Ling Qian looked away, "Anyway, the result is that everyone thinks this marriage is unnecessary, so we separated."

"Then, you found yourself in love with someone else?"

Ling Qian blushed and lowered his head, nodded slightly: "...Mmm."

"Then what is your relationship now?" Tang Xiaowan asked.

"Friends..." Ling Qian said.

"There are many kinds of friends. Qianqian and I are friends, and you...and you are also friends, but they must be different, right?"

Ling Qian understands what she means. The term "friend" is too broad, and it's not the same as being close or distant.

"This is what makes me uncomfortable," Ling Qian sighed, "I don't understand his attitude towards me, he treats me hot and cold."

He would take the initiative to contact Bevisi almost every day.

Bei Weixi recently found a job, which took up part of his daily time. In order not to delay his study, Ling Qian didn't dare to call him casually on weekdays, and only sent messages.

Most of the time, Bei Weixi replied very inefficiently, as if she didn't like to answer, but the content didn't give people a feeling of contempt.And every time Ling Qian talked about going to visit his residence, Bei Weixi would definitely find an excuse to refuse.

"Then now, you miss her very much and want to meet her, but she always refuses?" Tang Xiaowan asked.

Ling Qian nodded.

Tang Xiaowan frowned, licked her lips, and gave him an awkward smile: "You want to see her because you like her...so, the other way around..."

Ling Qian didn't say anything.

This is something he has realized for a long time these days.He wanted to see Bei Weixi, but Bei Weixi didn't seem to have this kind of expectation. It was just because their feelings for each other were fundamentally different.

"You know it in your heart, but you still want to force it." Tang Xiaowan said.

She was sitting upright, with a lively expression, as if she was a master of emotion.

Ling Qian was infected by her and asked: "Then, what should I do now?"

"There are roughly two types of love in this world," Tang Xiaowan held up two fingers, "It's either love at first sight, or love after a long time. If you don't have the former, then it won't be possible in the future. The latter...you have it." , but she..."

Ling Qian became nervous: "You mean..."

"Since she doesn't have both," Tang Xiaowan said, "...there is no third kind."

"..."

"Uh, don't be sad." Tang Xiaowan hesitated for a while, then sighed, "A long-term relationship is also divided into lengths, maybe she is particularly slow and slow, and it is not long enough for her to let her feelings It takes more exposure to make a difference."

Ling Qian listened to it immediately, and nodded again and again: "So, I should continue to look for him often, right?"

Tang Xiaowan didn't answer right away, looking quite embarrassed.

"I don't know, there are people who don't call no matter how we get along," she said, "What should I do, I think... you should have the answer in your heart, right?"

Ling Qian lowered his eyes and looked at his hand holding the chopsticks.

He didn't have an answer, and he didn't know what to do, and he couldn't be sure if it was meaningful to go on like this. It was impossible for Bevisi to feel more than friendship towards him.

Tang Xiaowan sighed: "Look at you, even if someone tells you no, you can't just give up."

An interrogative sentence was completely read into a declarative sentence by her.

Ling Qian thought to himself, it seems to be like this.

He had no plan, and acted instinctively every time he contacted. He didn't know whether it would be effective or not, and he was worried that Bevisi might find it annoying.

But it is impossible for him to calm down and not contact him.

He just misses him, wants to talk to him, wants to see him, and hopes that he can do something for him.He expected Bevisi to respond, but he didn't do this for the purpose of getting a response.

Ling Qian raised his head: "Thank you."

Tang Xiaowan grinned: "...it's okay."

"After I told you, I felt much more at ease." Ling Qian looked at her gratefully, "If you have any troubles, you can also tell me!"

"Then I thank you in advance," Tang Xiaowan looked away, "It's good if I can help."

Bevisi and him met two days later on Friday at four o'clock in the afternoon.

The time was awkward, but Bevisi had a good reason.

His work schedule has changed a lot recently. He sleeps until noon every day and doesn’t get up until noon. After that, he has to take online classes, which end at about 03:30.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it's later for Bei Weixi, he always waits until dawn before going to bed recently, but that's not suitable for Ling Qian.

Therefore, Ling Qian had to go back after staying for a few hours at most.

Ling Qian really wanted to complain a few words, but was also worried that Bei Weixi would tell him after hearing this, "Then it's better to wait and see if there is a more suitable time in the future", so he could only forcibly hold back.

The address given by Bei Weixi is not far from his home. The road condition is good, and it takes about 10 minutes to get there by taxi.

The community looked a bit dilapidated, and the greenery was in a mess, as if there was no property management.

Bei Weixi told him to call when he arrived, and he would come out to pick him up.

But Ling Qian was excited for a while, and it was too early to go out, and it was just before three o'clock when he got off the bus.Afraid that contacting her immediately would affect Bei Weixi's class, and she couldn't bear to wait outside, so she took the initiative to follow the address and find the door.

There is no elevator in the old-fashioned community, and the house number is also worn out.

Bevisi said that she lives in Room 29, No. 603.Ling Qian looked for it for a while, and the first row of the odd number row had number 27 at the end, and the first building in the next row was number 31, but there was no sign of number 29.

After finally finding a single building in the corner of the community, half of the paint on the number on the house number had been peeled off. At first glance, I couldn't tell whether it was 20 or 29.

No wonder Bevisi said she would come to pick him up.

Ling Qian gritted his teeth, and decided to try his luck. If he made a mistake, he would climb the stairs again and treat it as exercise.

Just reached the sixth floor, the door of room 603 just opened.

Ling Qian quickly stretched his neck, and quickly froze.

A woman with heavy make-up came out with a bag of trash in her hand.The weather was already very cold, and she was wearing a long woolen coat that looked very cheap, but it was completely unbuttoned, revealing a jacket with a very low neckline and translucent black stockings.

A breath of wind and dust reminded Ling Qian of the woman he saw in the red light district the day he first met Bei Weixi.

The man also saw Ling Qian, and showed an inquiring expression: "Who is the handsome guy looking for?"

The sixth floor is already the top floor, and it is impossible for anyone to pass by.

Ling Qian hurriedly shook his head: "I, I went wrong!"

"Oh, you're going to No. 20, right?" The woman was very enthusiastic, and raised her finger. "Go straight into the community, turn right at the end and walk to the end. People often make mistakes."

Ling Qian had already turned around, but he paused when he heard this: "Is this number 29?"

"Yes." The woman nodded.

Ling Qian glanced at the opened gate of 603 again, and some bad thoughts came to his mind.

"What's the matter?" The woman was puzzled.

Ling Qian asked cautiously: "Do you know someone named Bei Weixi?"

"Ah, you are looking for Xiaobei," she immediately smiled, "That's right!"

Ling Qian couldn't believe it.

What's going on, why is there such a woman in Bei Weixi's house, who seems to be very familiar with Bei Weixi, what is the relationship between these two people?

Is this why he didn't let himself come over?This woman was about to go out, so why did Bei Weixi make an appointment later?

Ling Qian's brain was instantly overwhelmed by all kinds of bad guesses.

The woman didn't know the entanglement in his heart, she turned her head and shouted into the room with a smile: "Xiao Bei, you have guests!"

Ten seconds later, Bei Weixi ran out from inside in a panic.

After thinking about it for so long, finally seeing him, Ling Qian didn't feel much joy in his heart, he just felt dizzy.

"Thank you, Miss Zhang, this is my friend." Bei Weixi said to the woman.

The heavily made-up woman called Sister Zhang greeted him with a smile, and went downstairs with the trash.

"Why are you here so early, come in quickly." Bei Weixi waved at Ling Qian.

Ling Qian followed him into the house in a daze, and was frightened by the concrete floor of the living room and the bare mottled gray-white walls.He looked around for a week, and found that there was not even a sofa in the living room, only a few square stools without backrests beside the Eight Immortals table in the middle.

Just about to sit down, Bevisi held her back.

"My room is over there," Bevisi said. "This is the common area. Don't stay here."

Ling Qian didn't quite understand, so he was brought into a room about eight square meters.

A small bed against the wall, a desk, and a cabinet took up two-thirds of the space, and the remaining space was only enough for a chair.

"Just sit on the bed," Bei Weixi said, and quickly sat down in front of the computer again, put on the earphones, "I haven't finished class yet, wait a while."

Ling Qian didn't sit down immediately.

Standing behind Bei Weixi, he stared blankly at this small space, full of disbelief.

The toilets in his room are bigger than here.

Bei Weixi said that she wanted to sleep in a bigger bed, but this bed didn't look that big at all?

He was full of doubts, but Bei Weixi was listening to the class, so it was inconvenient to speak.

I can only wait first.Sitting obediently on the bed, Ling Qian stared at Bei Weixi's computer screen for a while, and realized later that he gave Bei Weixi the computer he was using now.

In this strange room, apart from Bevisy, there was finally another thing he was familiar with.This made him faintly happy and relaxed.

Just about to stand up and take a closer look, Bevisi gave a soft "tsk".

The video on the computer screen was stuck, and the teacher was froze in an extremely embarrassing pose with his hands raised and his mouth open.

Bei Weixi quickly took off the earphones, stood up, smiled at Ling Qian, then passed by him, half-kneeled on the bed and began to hammer the wall.

dong dong dong dong!

Ling Qian was taken aback, almost at a loss.

"Brother Han! Are you downloading again? Can you do it at the speed limit!" Bei Weixi yelled, "I can't attend class!"

Soon, someone next door smashed the wall twice.

"It's done!" A male voice came from the other side of the wall, "I'll be fine soon!"

Bei Weixi sighed, showed a slightly embarrassed smile to Ling Qian, and returned to the table.

The picture on the computer screen finally moved, but it was still noticeably stuck.

Bei Weixi watched for a while, then shook her head helplessly, took off her earphones, and gave up.

"Forget it," he turned his head and smiled at Ling Qian, "It's rare for you to come here, don't listen."

Ling Qian didn't say anything.

This is too bad, he thought.

I really want to pack up Bei Weixi and take him home quickly, so that he can leave this terrible place.

The author says:

Ling Qian and Tang Xiaowan finished their meal.

Ling Qian: I'm really happy today. I'll invite you next time!

Tang Xiaowan: ...I'm not free next time.