I'm finally divorced

Song Qingzhou went back to the room and chatted with Xie Xun. He is on vacation today and tomorrow, so it must be boring to stay at home alone.

He suddenly regretted coming back so soon.

After talking a few words, Xie Xun started to think about the video, and Song Qingzhou dialed a video immediately.

Xie Xun over there went back to the house where they lived before their divorce. He was sitting on a deck chair on the balcony, the light from the sunset at dusk was warm yellow, and the indifferent lines on his cheeks looked soft at this moment.

This balcony is where Song Qingzhou used to bask in the sun. On the window sill, there are still some prickly pears and succulents that Song Qingzhou did not remove, and there are two evergreens beside the bench.

"How did you go back there?"

"Come to get something." Xie Xun replied.

"Remember to eat on time."

Xie Xun smiled and said yes.

"Brother Xun, do you want to go to the first floor to take a look? That's where I used to stay."

Xie Xun wanted to enter that place many times, but he didn't have the key.

He looked at Song Qingzhou and said, "There is no key."

Song Qingzhou frowned slightly, and said softly: "The key is under the carpet at the door on the first floor."

"So stupid, Xie Xun."

Xie Xun stared at Song Qingzhou affectionately for a while before getting up to go to the first floor, his camera was shaking a little, and there was a rustling sound.

"Zhou Zhou."

"Ok?"

"Do you want to come back and take a look?"

"Yes you can."

For Xie Xun, this house is all about Song Qingzhou's memories, everywhere.

Soon Xie Xun went down to the first floor, Song Qingzhou watched him dig out the key from the carpet, and opened the door.

Song Qingzhou introduced to Xie Xun where he likes to stay and where he works. Xie Xun found a few crumpled manuscript papers on the coffee table. He fixed the tablet on the table, and then put the A piece of manuscript paper unfolded.

"This may be a song that was changed before." Song Qingzhou explained.

He saw Xie Xun in the camera suddenly hooked his lips, and Song Qingzhou asked with some doubts: "What's wrong?"

That piece of paper is indeed Song Qingzhou's previous song, but there are also two Q-version villains drawn in the lower right corner, one of which tramples the other villain under his feet, and the Q version that was trampled under his feet Next to the villain was written four words - Facial Paralysis Xie Xun.

It was probably drawn when he was bored.

"It's cute, I keep it." After speaking, he folded the paper carefully and put it in his pocket.

Song Qingzhou pursed her lips and ignored him.

"Do you remember what I gave you on your birthday?"

Xie Xun suddenly paused, he seemed completely unimpressed.

"I knew you didn't remember, anyway, I just picked it randomly."

Not only did he not know what Song Qingzhou gave him, but he also didn't know where those gifts were.

"Can you tell me, Zhouzhou?"

Song Qingzhou's little temper came up and said, "I don't want to tell you, you can find it yourself."

"Any hints?"

Song Qingzhou said no.

Song Qingzhou can clearly remember where the things in the house are, but Xie Xun doesn't know at all. Sometimes he has to rely on Song Qingzhou to find his own things.

There was a knock on the door of Song Qingzhou's room, and it was his aunt who asked him to go down for dinner.

He responded, and then said to Xie Xun: "I'll hang up first, we'll talk later at night."

Xie Xun replied softly: "Okay."

Song Qingzhou cut off the signal, then put the phone in his pocket before going downstairs. He Zhun downstairs did not leave, but sat at the dining table, chatting happily with Mr. Song and Song Yiming.

However, the joyful atmosphere came to an abrupt end because of Song Qingzhou's arrival, and He Zhun cast his eyes on him.

Seeing He Zhun staring at Song Qingzhou, Song Yiming introduced: "This is my youngest son, Song Qingzhou, you can just call him Zhouzhou."

Song Jiali said angrily: "Dad, Young Master He just made you call him so close when you first met him."

Young Master He never called her so intimately.

Seeing that Song Jiali took his place, Song Qingzhou sat next to the eldest brother of the Song family without saying a word.

"It's okay, Zhouzhou sounds very nice."

Song Cheng glanced at He Zhun.

When Song Qingzhou went to the Song family's dining table, there was always only one question: "Can I eat? I'm hungry."

Old man Song couldn't help but want to say a few words about him, but because of He Zhun, he held back the words.

Song Yiming smiled and said, "Eat, eat, Xiaohe eats too."

In order to get close to He Zhun, Song Jiali even sat next to He Zhun, focusing on He Zhun instead of Song Qingzhou.

Song Qingzhou ate quietly without interrupting.

Song Cheng saw that his eyelashes were drooping obediently and he was eating quietly, so he couldn't help but add some food to his bowl.

Song Qingzhou looked up, only to see him, Song Cheng smiled, and said, "Eat more, you're too thin."

Song Qingzhou didn't speak and continued to eat.

Song Jiali saw that his brother had a taste for Song Qingzhou's food, so he wanted to rob her of everything.

After dinner, Mr. Song was chatting with He Zhun on the sofa again. When He Zhun came, he brought a gift, which happened to be an antique that Mr. Song liked. He was happy now, and everything about him was pleasing to the eye.

Song Qingzhou fetched a glass of water and wanted to go upstairs. Song Yiming came to him and asked, "Does this Xiaohe know you? Do you want to talk to him?"

He had been staring at Song Qingzhou just now, and everyone except Song Jiali could see it.

"If Xie Xun doesn't work, maybe he..."

Song Qingzhou couldn't help splashing the water in the cup on his face, "Are you mentally ill?"

As soon as Song Cheng came, he saw Song Qingzhou angrily put down the cup and passed by him. He called Zhou Zhou, but Song Qingzhou ignored him.

Song Cheng handed Song Yiming a handkerchief, and said helplessly, "Dad, what did you say again?"

Song Yiming didn't expect Song Qingzhou to dare to slap him, and his temper might be bigger than his mother's.

"It's nothing, let him get used to it."

Xie Xun searched the room for a long time but couldn't find where the gift from Song Qingzhou was. He went to the room where Song Qingzhou lived before, but it was empty and there was nothing there.

He sat in the study and thought for a while, then slowly opened the drawer of the study, which contained some documents, as well as Song Qingzhou and his wedding ring.

He came back this time just to get the wedding ring.

Song Qingzhou's fingers are thin, white and beautiful. Wearing a ring will look good.

Hope he will be willing to wear it.

Xie Xun thought.

So where did Song Qingzhou give him the gift on his birthday?

Xie Xun thought hard, and recalled the moment he picked up the ring.

Song Qingzhou gave him a watch, which was placed on the table at the time, but Xie Xun did not open it. For a long time, the exquisite gift box was placed on the table, and then it disappeared somehow.

Maybe Song Qingzhou put it away, but Xie Xun didn't know where Song Qingzhou received it.

At this time Song Qingzhou sent him a message.

[Song Qingzhou: Did you find it? ]

Xie found two words: not yet.

[Song Qingzhou: Idiot Xie Xun, I guess you can't find it either. ]

[Xie Xun: I'll look for it again. ]

[Song Qingzhou: Don't look for it, go to dinner, it's late. ]

[Song Qingzhou: It's in the second drawer on the right side of the desk in the study. ]

Xie Xun opened the drawer, reached inside, and took out a blue gift box from the drawer. There was also a small card in the box, which was written by Song Qingzhou happy birthday, and also drew a childish smiling face. Just like the one I drew when I laid out the breakfast plate earlier.

That watch is a limited edition of AEL, expensive, with a dark blue dial and his initials engraved inside.

This is Song Qingzhou's birthday present to him.

But he didn't give it to him on his second birthday, because Song Qingzhou knew he didn't care.

It is true that Xie Xun is not a birthday, because his birthday happened to be the day his mother passed away, and the Xie family never celebrated his birthday.

Xie Xun couldn't help but called Song Qingzhou, and he answered it quickly, with a sweet and soft voice and a long tail, as if he was being coquettish, and he asked, "Brother Xun, did you find it?"

"I found it." Xie Xun looked at the wristwatch in his hand with a soft expression, and asked hesitantly, "Zhou Zhou, next birthday...can I still receive your gift?"

Song Qingzhou replied without thinking: "Of course, you are my boyfriend."

"Thank you Zhouzhou."

"You're welcome, go eat quickly, or you will have a stomachache."

"it is good."

"You put on your headphones, I'll be with you all the time."

"Ah."

Song Qingzhou moved a stool and sat on the balcony of the room. The night wind was cool and comfortable, and he spoke to Xie Xun in a very soft voice, which made people feel itchy.

"Brother Xun, I'll be back after the wedding the day after tomorrow."

"Well, I'll pick you up."

Song Qingzhou said angrily: "I didn't seem to do anything interesting when I came back. If I knew it, I wouldn't come back."

He just added a block to Mr. Song.

"Is Zhou Zhou happy?"

Song Qingzhou said: "Of course I wasn't happy when I was with you."

"With you at home, Xiaodouding and Xiaodoubao, I am much happier than staying here."

He heard Xie Xun chuckle, and Song Qingzhou felt his ears prickly, a bit like Xie Xun talking in his ear last night.

Many ambiguous images suddenly appeared in Song Qingzhou's mind.

He couldn't help blushing.

"Zhou Zhou, why aren't you talking?"

Song Qingzhou came back to his senses and said: "It's nothing, have you returned home?"

Xie Xun turned on the camera, and Song Qingzhou turned on the balcony light and turned on the camera.

"Brother Xun."

"Huh?" Xie Xun was opening the door, the camera was shaking a little, he turned on the lights before facing the camera directly after entering the room.

The boy slightly bent his eyes and said with a smile, "I like you so much."

Xie Xun returned a sentence: "I love you."

"Then I love you too."

Xie Xun was sitting on the sofa, and the little black cat ran up to rub his legs.

"Doubao likes you so much because you gave it sweet cakes?"

"I don't know." Xie Xun rubbed the little black cat twice, and not long after, Douding also jumped up.

Song Qingzhou said: "It seems that Douding likes you too." He added that I like you too.

Song Qingzhou chatted with Xie Xun on the balcony until after nine o'clock in the evening, and then lay on the bed and chatted for more than half an hour. He was very sleepy today, probably because he was a little tired because he was too late last night.

"Brother Xun, I want to sleep." Song Qingzhou could barely open his eyes, and his unconscious voice was soft.

"you should also rest earlier."

"Well, good night, Zhouzhou."

Song Qingzhou responded: "...good night."