aren't you going to get a divorce?

Rong Xia lowered his eyes, his gaze stuck to a certain point on the bed sheet.His memory of those things is not so clear, but listening to Kou Yajun's words now, he recalled a lot.

"Ku Yajun," he said softly, "you're pretty good at guessing."

Kou Yajun twitched the corners of his mouth and revealed a shallow smile.

It's just that the smile didn't last long, and soon became bitter.

He raised his hand to stroke Rong Xia's hair.After a period of time without perm dyeing, the hair quality has returned to suppleness and smoothness, and it feels very delicate when I hold it in my hand coolly.

He tied Rong Xia's hair together, and his fingers reluctantly stroked the part of the hair where the black and gold meet and the abrupt transition.

"I'm sorry, Rongrong." After a while, Kou Yajun apologized without warning, "This five-year marriage actually started for such a reason."

Without waiting for Rong Xia to speak, he said again: "But I want to explain that I regret divorcing you now, and it has nothing to do with knowing the truth. It's purely because..."

Rong Xia raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Because I miss you." Kou Yajun said, "...I regret the divorce, and I want to start over with you."

The night is deep.

The suburbs are colder than the city, and the winter nights in the north are cold and windy, and the leaves are constantly swaying and rustling by the north wind.

Rong Xia's eyes drifted out of the window beyond the person in front of him.

A leaf was blown off by the howling wind, rolled and knocked on the glass, and was blown away by the next gust of wind, disappearing without a trace.

Rong Xia didn't look back until the leaf could no longer be seen.

He looked at Kou Yajun with an unexpectedly calm mind.

They really should have a good chat. He should tell Kou Yajun that he has always cared about this matter, and Kou Yajun should also express his thoughts early.

It's just that none of them have.

He didn't talk about it when he was getting married, and he didn't talk about it when Kou Yajun wanted to divorce—now he has lost his memory, and the divorce agreement that year was probably the same as the reason for Kou Yajun's car accident, and it was permanently sealed in those lost memories.

The thought that should have been known a long time ago was learned too late, and Rong Xia only had regrets in his heart.

He held the back of Kou Yajun's hand and pulled it away from his face.

"It's all over, what are you talking about." Rong Xia said softly, "It's all gone."

It seemed that the touch of Rong Xia's skin still remained on the fingers, but the warmth quickly disappeared in the cold winter night.

Kou Yajun's hand was hanging on Rong Xia's face, within reach of his fingers.

It's just that there have been so many caresses in the past, but this time, no matter what, I can't let it go.

I don't know how long it took before Kou Yajun's voice came from the room again.

"Yeah, what's the use of saying this now..." Kou Yajun shook his head and said inaudibly, "It's too late."

Rong Xia didn't want to continue this topic anymore, he lay down under the quilt, pulled up the corner of the quilt to cover himself, and said to Kou Yajun: "I'm a little sleepy, go to sleep first."

He didn't know if he was really sleepy, or his body's instinctive reaction, but just after he finished saying this, he yawned, with small tears in the corners of his eyes.

Kou Yajun had no intention of going to sleep.He straightened the hem of his clothes, and said in a low voice, "I still have some work to do, so go to bed first."

Rong Xia let out a "hmm" with deep sleepiness.

Just as he walked out of the room, Kou Yajun came back again, leaned against the door and asked, "Is your hand ready?"

Rong Xia was half asleep, his brain couldn't turn around for a while, he didn't understand what he was asking, and he only answered vaguely.

Kou Yajun: "It's the place where I broke at home last time. You said it was festering before."

Rong Xia didn't answer anymore, she really fell asleep.

Kou Yajun walked to the bed lightly, took out Rong Xia's left hand from under the quilt, and carefully observed the back of his hand.

Even small wounds that bleed with pus from bathwater will heal anyway.The scab formed two days ago has fallen off, leaving only a pink mark slightly darker than the surrounding skin on the back of the hand.In a few days, even this trace will disappear.

Kou Yajun gently rubbed the mark with his thumb, and finally bent down to kiss the back of his hand.

Rong Xia didn't know when Kou Yajun came back from work last night to rest, but he only knew that when he got up in the morning, his side was still empty, and there was only a little bit of residual body temperature when he reached out to touch it.

He was sitting on the bed in a daze - after receiving too much information last night, Rong Xia felt that his brain was still a mess.

After washing up, he felt a little more awake.

He took out his suitcase and slowly put away his things.He doesn't plan to stay here any longer, and if he stays any longer, Grandma Kou will definitely keep him here for the New Year.

Thinking of this, Rong Xia suddenly didn't want to hide from Grandma Kou anymore.

At this time, there was a thumping sound from the floor at the door, and with a low chirp, he broke open the door and rushed in.

Rong Xia put down the thing in his hand, and opened his hands to catch it.

The big white dog jumped on him and was completely buried in his arms.

I haven't seen you all night, I'm thinking badly about my children.

Rong Xia was itchy all over because of it, shrunk his shoulders and kept hiding.

Kou Yajun also came in.He has already put on his coat, he should have just returned from walking the dog.

With a little effort, Rong Xia picked up Samoyed and put it aside.He looked at the time, it was only seven forty.

"Walking the dog so early?" he asked.

"Ah, there's nothing to do anyway."

The room is well heated, and Kou Yajun is most afraid of heat, so he has already rolled up his sweater sleeves while talking.

He raised his chin at Rong Xia and said, "Just woke up, let's go eat."

Probably for the convenience of Grandma Kou, today's breakfast is mostly small snacks, one can be eaten in one bite.

Rong Xia was thinking about leaving for a while and having a showdown with Grandma Xiang Kou, she didn't have much appetite, she was full after eating a few.He propped his chin, and kept peeking at Grandma Kou's expression, trying to judge whether she was in a good mood and whether she could bear the shock of his divorce from Kou Yajun.

The weird behavior quickly caught Kou Yajun's attention, and he cast a puzzled look in the past.

Rong Xia scratched his face and whispered to Kou Yajun, "I'll be back in a while."

Grandma Kou was serious when she heard this, "Are you leaving now? Don't, stay for another two days!"

Rong Xia faltered, and didn't know what reason to find to refuse.

Kou Yajun reached out for a boiled egg, peeled it and handed it to grandma, and helped Rong Xia out of the siege by the way, "I'm busy, how can I spend all day with you, an old lady."

Grandma Kou glared at him and sighed, "Well, you young people are busy."

She looked at Rong Xia with a smile, and said, "Then when will you come again?"

Rong Xia squeezed out a smile, "I'll come to see you after I finish my work."

Grandma Kou happily agreed.

After breakfast, Grandma Kou went to the living room to watch TV.

Rong Xia was not in a hurry to leave, and was still thinking about how to tell Grandma Kou that she and his grandson had divorced.

He sat on the sofa next to Grandma Kou and watched TV with her for a while.

But probably the content of the program is very boring, grandma has been changing channels, and she can't find what she wants to watch after switching.

She handed the remote control to Rong Xia and said, "Xiao Xia, find me the TV series you acted in last time, I want to watch that."

Rong Xia smiled, found out the iPad and connected it to her, and played the TV series that was on the star last year.

It is a costume drama, which is different from the ancient puppets who talk about love. This is a drama of revenge and escalation.

The play refers to the era background and costumes of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. Rong Xia is wearing a thick cloak with a chilling expression.

He walked through the crowd with a calm expression, and took note of the faces of these people one by one.

These are his enemies.

Rong Xia looked at it patiently for a while, the more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He doesn't really like to watch the dramas he acted in, it's really a bit embarrassing.

He couldn't help but said out loud, "Grandma, this show is so bloody, why do you love watching it..."

As he spoke, he picked up the remote control and wanted to show her a lighter show.

Grandma Kou refused with a "hey", "I want to see this!"

Rong Xia couldn't laugh or cry.

The plot progressed very quickly. A few minutes later, the sound of weapons handing over came from the TV.

Grandma Kou looked excited.

Taking advantage of this gap, Rong Xia whispered, "Grandma, I divorced Kou Yajun."

Grandma Kou turned around, said "Ah" very loudly, and said, "What did you say? I didn't hear it."

"..." Rong Xia blinked, looking at Grandma Kou's sincere face, she really couldn't tell whether she really didn't hear it or pretended not to hear it, so she could only repeat, "I said, I divorced Kou Yajun."

Grandma Kou simply turned off the TV, moved to Rong Xia's side, closed her ear with her uninjured left hand, and asked again: "What? What happened to you and Kou Yajun?"

She explained to herself: "Why can't I hear clearly!"

"..." Rong Xia repeated the third time with difficulty, "Divorced."

"Hi!" Grandma Kou patted her ears and said loudly, "Xiao Xia, have you heard of a saying?"

Rong Xia: "...Aha?"

Grandma Kou: "People with deaf ears live longer."

"..." What else could Rong Xia say, "You have a long life, you can live to be two hundred years old."

Grandma Kou was very happy, covered her mouth and smiled, and said in a serious manner: "Nonsense, what's the point of living two hundred years old?"

In the end, it was not possible to repeat it again.

Rong Xia no longer wanted to judge whether Grandma Kou really lost her hearing all of a sudden, or whether she was deliberately refusing to answer the question. In short, today, Grandma Kou still failed to accept the fact that he and Kou Yajun had divorced.

After lunch, Rong Xia was about to leave.

Originally, he planned to leave by himself, but Kou Yajun insisted on sending him—this person has been deprived of the right to drive by himself since the car accident, and he has to rely on the driver to get in and out. His most ostentatious Bentley.

There are not many people who drive this limited-edition Bentley in the whole country.

Rong Xia stood in front of Bentley speechlessly, holding Jiujiu's dog leash in his hand.He scratched his head and said to Kou Yajun: "I said, why don't you use a loudspeaker to announce to the world that your divorced ex-husband stayed at your house last night? Can you stop being so ostentatious."

Kou Yajun thought for a while, nodded, and said, "That's right, then I'll change the car."

Is this a problem with the car... Rong Xia looked helplessly at the sky.

"Okay, I know you have a lot of cars, shut up!"

This is true.

In addition to the Rolls-Royce that was scrapped in a car accident, and the Bentley that I often sit on now, there is also a Maybach in the garage in Kouya County.

Kou Yajun lowered his head and smiled - obviously, what he said just now was teasing Rong Xia again.

Rong Xia didn't bother to talk to him any more, and sat awkwardly in the back seat of the Bentley.

The two of them have been very quiet on the road.

Jiujiu changed his living environment last night, probably didn't have a good rest, and fell asleep not long after getting in the car.

It lay quietly at Rong Xia's feet, shaking its fluffy ears from time to time.

I don't know if the sleepiness of Jiujiu infected Rong Xia, but within a few minutes, this person also started to yawn.

Little by little, the little head fell onto Kou Yajun's shoulders in a short time.

Just when he was hit, Rong Xia suddenly woke up.

He patted his face to wake himself up, then stared blankly ahead, his eyes tended to close again.

Kou Yajun looked amused, and simply took his shoulders and pressed him into his arms.

Rong Xia struggled a few times, and when she lay down on Kou Yajun's lap, sleepiness and the familiar position still overwhelmed other thoughts.

He muttered something and fell asleep.

Still thinking about Jiujiu in his heart, clutching its fur paw in his hand, one person and one dog slept soundly.

Kou Yajun touched Rong Xia's hair dishonestly, and when he grabbed that strand of hair, a sense of familiarity suddenly flashed in his heart.

The fingers touching the strand of hair subconsciously used strength, Kou Yajun looked down and found that he was holding the transitional part of the two hair colors.

Buried memories are awakening bit by bit.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little cold."

Rong Xia obediently lay on his knees, and said with a bitter face: "It's been a long time since I changed to this hair dye shop, I haven't had inflammation for a long time, I thought there would be no more pimples in the future."

"No matter how gentle the dye is, it can't withstand such frequent hair dyeing." Kou Yajun squeezed out the last few drops, threw the bottle aside, and said displeasedly, "Aren't there any blond-haired male characters in this world? "

Rong Xia scratched his knee and said nothing.

The potion dried up quickly, and Rong Xia still lay on Kou Yajun's knee, not wanting to move. It was a rare leisure weekend, and the two of them chatted casually.

After a while, Jiujiu, who woke up from a nap, came to Rong Xia with small steps.

"Baby, come here for a hug from Dad." Rong Xia tilted her head and stretched out her hands to Samoyed.

Jiujiu lowered his head, rubbing his big head against Rongxia's palm, very obedient and docile.

With familiar people and pets around, Rong Xia was in a very happy mood.A bunch of stupid hair stood on the top of his head, shaking from side to side in excitement.

Kou Yajun looked at him with lowered eyes, no matter how he looked at him, he felt that the back of Rong Xia's head was really round.

He was amused by his own thoughts, and thought to himself, it turns out that if you love someone, you will really find the back of his head cute.

The mobile phone was next to him, Kou Yajun took it over, pulled out the camera and took a photo.

In the photo, Rong Xia showed the entire back of his head and a small half of his smooth arms, while he was stroking Rong Xia's hair—this posture was very similar to stroking a cat.

Kou Yajun struggled to hold back his smile, and looked down——

The back of this man's head is really hairy.

He thought about it, switched to the WeChat interface, and quickly changed a few words.

He looked at the "fluffy ball" he had modified, and smiled silently.

In addition to "my name is Xia, I was born in summer, and the color is very suitable for summer", Kou Yajun discovered the boring cuteness of this person's "surname Rong, and he is also furry".

Rong Xia lay unconscious on his lap, still playing with Jiujiu.

Kou Yajun seemed to have discovered a hidden little secret, and he was proud and happy.

Like everyone in love, he always wants to show off his partner to the world-but his partner is a big star, and he can't stand showing off.

So he opened his Weibo through the browser of his mobile phone, logged in and posted a few Weibo that only he could see.

[Why is the back of the head so cute]

[There is a ball of fluff over there, and there is also a ball of fluff here [picture]]

[Sometimes I feel that I have raised a cat, [hug] I have lived a life of both cats and dogs ahead of time]

【I am really a winner in life】

"Mr. Kou, we're at Mr. Rong's house." The driver reminded him in a low voice.

"..." Kou Yajun's eyes flickered, and he answered blankly.

After Bentley drove into the underground garage, Kou Yajun gently pushed the person on his lap.

"I'm home," he said, "...Rongrong."