Did the playwright couple get divorced today?

Chapter 19 He Has Been Scratched by This Cat Already

At that time, he didn't have any superfluous impressions of the second daughter of the Nan family, but he just felt that she always had a bad face, as if she didn't want to talk to anyone.

As for the reason why I agreed to marry Nan's family later, it was also because I fell in love with Nan Song's character, who was indifferent in his bones, exactly like him.

Indifferent people have always been alone, and such two people will live together without any trouble.

It turns out that there really wasn't any trouble between the two after they got married.

Because the time the two of them spend together is almost negligible, even if they are under the same roof, they have always lived their own lives, except when they need to act in front of the elders of both parties.

In addition, one month after the wedding, he left for Canada because of Yun Yi's business to expand overseas, and he left for a year.

Later, the matter in Canada finally came to an end. He returned to China, and one night in the Feili mansion, he had an argument with Nan Song over a trivial matter. He said the word "divorce" to her. I flew to Los Angeles in two days, and played for half a year.

It was less than three months between his return from Canada and Nan Song's trip to Los Angeles.

Counting it, after more than a year of marriage, the two officially lived in the same home in the name of husband and wife only recently.

And Shen Du gradually began to notice his wife because he spent a lot more time seeing Nan Song at home now than before.

In addition to the definition of "indifference in the bones" he had given her at the beginning, he found that there seemed to be another attribute in his wife's character——

Sand sculpture.

And this fresh vocabulary also evokes an event deep in Shen Du's memory.

The time he was most impressed with the second daughter of the Nan family was the summer of the second year of high school when the school had a sports meeting.

No. [-] Middle School is the best middle school in the entire Yuncheng. The scale of the school and the completeness of the facilities are among the best. There is even a small square built inside.

Taking advantage of the gathering of people for the sports meeting, a blood collection organization reached an agreement with the school and drove a blood collection vehicle into the small square of Yuncheng No. [-] Middle School.

But because the students were all underage, the blood donation activity was carried out in front of the school teachers.

At that time, the two were not in the same class, Shen Du was studying science, and Nan Song was studying liberal arts, but they were taught mathematics by the same teacher, a middle-aged man in his 40s, who was very serious and swearing on weekdays. He always likes to make small reports to the head teacher, so the students in the two classes don't like him very much.

Blood donation activities are generally free, but the organization prepared some small gifts that time.

The math teacher who thanked him early asked before donating blood: "What do you get with 200cc?"

The little nurse replied: "Give me an umbrella."

"What do you get with 400cc?"

"Send a set of tools for trimming nails."

The math teacher continued to ask: "Then what is the 1000cc?"

The little nurse frowned and was about to speak when she heard a very calm girl's voice from among the surrounding students——

"Send an urn."

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There was a burst of laughter in the crowd, and the math teacher was so angry that the glasses on the bridge of his nose couldn't hang up. He glared at the girl who was talking and yelled, "Nan Song! Call me your parents tomorrow!"

At that time, Shen Du was spinning a basketball in his hand, and he heard the conversation clearly when he passed by the crowd gathered in the small square.

At that time, he only felt that the speaking voice was a little familiar, but he didn't remember who it was, and he had no interest in looking over there.

The boy walking on the left touched his arm: "Hey, Shen Du, look at that lollipop-eating one, she looks really good-looking, I like this kind of cold-looking girl the most, she reveals a kind of beauty all over her body." I have a dissatisfied temperament, just like a cat, tormenting people."

Shen Du stopped the spinning basketball in his hand, and looked in the direction pointed by the other party——

Nan Song, who was wearing a school uniform, was holding a lollipop in her mouth. With both hands in her school uniform trouser pockets, she looked calmly at the math teacher who was bearded and staring.

The girl has no bangs on her forehead, and the word "world-weary" is written all over her clean and fair face.

Shen Du remembered that his mental activities at that time were not very obvious, he just felt: the second daughter of the Nan family who was wearing a beautiful evening dress and makeup at the banquet, and Nan Song, the second class of the second grade of high school in Yuncheng No. [-] Middle School, wearing a blue and white school uniform, It looks like two completely different people.

The former is exquisite but empty, while the latter is plain but has a sense of life.

His eyes stayed on Nan Song's face for a few seconds, and then he looked back.

"Like a cat, not afraid of being scratched to death?"

Shen Du remembered how he said that to that boy back then.

The other party looked at him curiously and suspiciously: "So, you have been scratched?"

Shen Du only gave him a cold look and ignored him.

Yes, he was scratched.

He had already been scratched by this cat.

"Dong dong dong."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Shen Du's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

"Come in."

Chen Mingyu handed a stack of A4 documents to him.

At the same time, Nan Song's cell phone rang, who was also sitting in the office, and she glanced at the caller displayed on the screen. After connecting, she directly pressed the speakerphone: "Speak."

"sister"

Nan Song's hands were crackling on the keyboard with a calm expression.

"What else do you want to buy? Send me the link and I'll place an order for you tonight."

"No, I got into a fight with someone, and now I'm in the hospital, and Teacher Chen is here too, saying that I can't leave without an adult coming to pick me up, I dare not call my father, sister, if you are not busy now, come pick me up? "

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Just after hanging up the phone, Zhou Shuwei called again.

"Is Xiao Songsong finished with work? Make an appointment for dinner later?"

Nan Song replied while turning off the computer: "I can't make an appointment, this bastard Nan Jiashu got into a fight again, I have to go to the hospital right now."

"Hospital? Jiashu was injured?"

Nan Song had a murderous look on his face: "I don't know the specific situation. I'll go and see. If he is the one who loses, then this bastard will have to be beaten by me."

Zhou Shuwei: "Song Song, it's not necessary."

"I got into the elevator and hung up, I'll talk about it later."

"Okay, bye."
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Ten minutes later, Nansong's car stopped at the gate of Yuncheng No.10 People's Hospital.

In the spacious and bright lobby on the first floor, four or five boys aged seventeen or eighteen were sitting on the benches. Everyone was more or less hung up, some light and some heavy, and they all looked unconvinced. It seemed like he wanted to do another fight.

Nan Song walked up to Nan Jiashu, watched him spit out three words coldly: "Stand up."

Nan Jiashu was wearing a light gray hooded sweater T-shirt, jeans with trouser legs rolled up to the knees, and painted face, he looked like a little ruffian.

(End of this chapter)