We didn't escape the seven-year itch

Song Mingke came back three days later, because Song's mother chased him away: "Two days ago you were asked to come back for your birthday, but you said that you would not come back, and you wanted to spend it with Xiao Chu. You are fine these two days, I still have something to do , I’m going to Hangzhou to attend an academic exchange meeting in two days, so hurry back to your own home!”

Song Mingke had no choice but to pack her things while laughing.

Song's mother nagged a few more words, "It's not like this in your own home. After you come back, you just sit on the sofa every day, playing with your mobile phone or drawing... It's better that Xiao Chu doesn't dislike you... The few days you've been back I guess Xiao Chu called you a long time ago to let you go back, what are you doing here..."

Song Mingke still had a smile on his face, but he didn't respond.

He stayed at home for four days. Except for calling him on the first day to ask where he was, Chu Yi didn't call him for the rest of the days, and didn't send any WeChat messages.

Chu Yi is such a person, he almost never takes the initiative to call or send him messages, even when he first fell in love, he would take the initiative to send messages to Chu Yi every day when he had free time.He was the one who confessed, he was the one who said they were together, and he was the one who proposed...

He suddenly realized that in the relationship between the two of them, Chu Yi had always been such a passive person...

But he believed that Chu Yi loved him, and they lived together for seven years.Right after graduating from university, they got married quickly, and when they looked back, both of them were 30 years old.

Before Song Mingke left, she said to Mother Song, "Mom, when are you leaving? I'll see you off."

Mother Song nodded with a smile, "Understood, I'll let you know when I'm sure, come and pick me up early."

Song Mingke nodded, and drove back to his and Chu Yi's small home.

When I got home at four o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Yi was still off work.Chu Yi works in a state-owned enterprise, living a regular life from nine to five, getting home from get off work at close to six o'clock.Song Mingke simply tidied up her things and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When he opened the refrigerator, he still kept the same appearance as when he left. There was only a small half of the big bottle of milk left, and a few eggs were missing.In the cupboard next to it, there is a lot less dried noodles.

Song Mingke immediately imagined Chu Yiri's daily diet, milk and eggs in the morning, or slices of bread, and noodles to save trouble when he got home at night.

What a constant life.

Song Mingke put on her apron, rolled up her sleeves, took out the wilting vegetables that had been in the refrigerator for several days, washed them, and cooked.

six o'clock.seven o'clock.eight o'clock.nine o'clock.

At a quarter past nine, there was a knock at the door.

Song Mingke moved her stiff neck and stood up from the dining table.

"You're back……"

Chu Yi's face was flushed abnormally, and it was dyed all the way to his neck.

"Have you been drinking?" Song Mingke asked again.

Chu Yi nodded, and let out a "hmm" from his throat.

Song Mingke turned around and went into the kitchen, "I'll make you some hangover soup."

"No need..." Chu Yi shook his head subconsciously.

Song Mingke didn't look back, "Let's cook something... you sit and rest for a while."

He raised his hand and unscrewed the valve of the natural gas, and the water in the small soup pot began to boil slowly.

Song Mingke raised his hand again to get himself a cup of hot water.

I haven't eaten at night... My stomach seems to be protesting again.

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