I rewrote family history

He doesn't want to argue.

For example, after marrying Chen Xian'an, he has no contact with Qiu He.

The relationship between Qiu He and him had been completely cut off by him long ago.

It's just that he was willing to be humble, pitied Qiuhe once, and became murderous...and went to the tinsmith's house.At this time, although what Chen's mother said was false, he thought it was all true.

"Is what my mother said true or false?"

Chen Xian'an ignored the word "divorce", her voice became a little hoarse, she spoke in a low voice, she didn't look like a lady from a high-end mansion, but like a maidservant.

At this time, she wanted Xu Xing to coax her once.

I don't want anything real anymore.

A rich daughter falling in love with a poor boy is probably a fantasy of a beautiful fairy tale. The curtain of "Twelve Nights" will eventually fall.After the blood and bravery of progressives and progressives are exhausted, what remains is self-feudalism.

"What she said was true..."

Xu never wanted the old dream to be broken.

A scene seemed to appear in front of him.In the mansion bought by Er Chaozi, Qiuhe, who had finished talking with Lanhua, hugged him tightly at the gate, and they continued to comfort each other in the dark.

They are all poor people at the bottom.One dreamed of being favored by a young master, and the other dreamed of marrying a noble lady so that she could rise above the others and change her humble fate.

The red lantern put on a wedding dress for her, and he set silver coins and diamonds on the red dress...

"I've been on good terms with her."

Xu Cong firmed his tone.

When he heard the news of Qiu He's death, he didn't dare to think too much about whether Qiu He saw him when he and Chen Xian'an passed the tinsmith's shop side by side that day, and this caused Qiu He's death.

"I have become a poor feudalist, and I don't want to enslave your soul anymore. You are a progressive female student, and your path is still very broad, so don't follow me..."

Xu Cong took a deep breath, and he spoke his mind.

In the past few years of marriage with Chen Xian'an, although he was happy that he married a rich lady, but as the conflict deepened, he found that from the very beginning, their love for each other was a mistake.

If he is really a progressive, why would he care about his family status?
Family status is feudal shackles and shackles.

Into a vicious circle.

"Let's get a divorce."

Chen Xian'an pursed her lips tightly, and said these three words with difficulty.

"Since you and I think differently, we should indeed get a divorce."

she said again.

……

……

All the hustle and bustle has returned to silence.

When the Chen family was burned down, Xu Cong already knew that he and Chen Xian'an had no other choice but divorce.Both husband and wife have knots.

Divorce matters are handled very quickly.

However, the day before the two entered the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through divorce procedures, Sun Xingmin returned to Xinye County from Yanjing by train.That day, the Sun family danced all night.The next day, rumors spread on the street that Sun Xingmin planned to marry Chen Xian'an, a second wife, as his wife.

"Take a photo for the last time."

"From now on, I will... become a stranger."

The two who walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau walked side by side for a while.When the divorce certificate was actually in hand, both Xu Cong and Chen Xian'an felt hesitant for a while. …

On the corner of the street, there is a newly opened photo studio.

Most of the newlyweds who are rich will choose to come here to take a photo.

"Sir, madam, you are really a good match..."

The photographer asked Xu Cong and Chen Xian'an to sit on two grand master chairs.Then, he walked behind the old-fashioned camera, and habitually praised the two of them casually.

Those who came to take pictures with him were all newcomers.

"There's a little smile on the corner of your mouth..."

"Ma'am, get closer to Mr. and hold hands together."

Through the camera, the photographer saw that the two were acting a little distant, so he reminded them a few words.

It is not long before the culture of western civilization has entered the inland areas, and couples will be pointed out if they behave intimately in front of others.Therefore, although Xu Cong and Chen Xian'an were dressed in suits and skirts, and looked like elites who had received a new type of education, he was not surprised by this.

"smile……"

"Be careful with your makeup."

Xu Cong took out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit, leaned to the left, approached Chen Xian'an, and carefully wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes.Yanjing is windy and prone to dry eyes and tears, he is used to doing this.

After wiping for a while, he felt something was wrong, and the two became a little intimate.

But seeing that Chen Xian'an did not refuse, he continued to act like this.

"Sir, madam, sit down again..."

"Yes, arm in arm."

After Xu Cong was seated, the photographer started a new round of directing.

The helper next to him raised the fill light.

Kacha!

Kacha!

Several photos were taken separately.

"Sir, the photos will be developed in a week. Look, do I send someone to the house, or...you come to pick them up yourself?"

asked the photographer when it was time to pay.

Pick it up in person, of course there is no extra charge.But when it is delivered to your home, some extra errand fees will be charged.This is not much money. Compared with the cost of five or six oceans for this photo shoot, running errands is only a dime more.

Generally, rich and noble families choose to have their photo studio delivered to their homes.

Therefore, at the same time as the questioning, the photographer took out a book from the counter, and prepared to write down the mansions of Xu Xing and Chen Xian'an, and send someone to deliver it a week later.

"Come and pick it up in person, me...and him..."

Before Xu Cong could speak, the taciturn Chen Xian'an took the initiative to speak first.

Seeing this, Xu Cong nodded, took out another one-corner coin from his wallet, and handed it over.

The two walked out of the photo studio arm in arm.

"Mr. Xu..."

"Is it really impossible for us?"

Walking to the corner of the street, Chen Xian'an's expression was calm.

When she asked this sentence out of her mouth, it was not like the pitiful begging gestures of other women to save their marriages, but she was speaking in a very equal tone.

In the days after she decided to divorce, she carefully thought about the little things that happened in the past few years, and she guessed that Xu Cong should have lied in front of her and her mother.

"I can think of..."

Chen Xian'an lowered his head, "Sometimes birth can determine a lot... I fall in love with you, all I need is to convince my parents and go out... But you are different, a person's bitter background is doomed, what he talked about love will not be so pure, but tends to be utilitarian..."

After calming down, she roughly thought of Xu Cong's state of mind along the way.

After all, Xu Cong knew Qiu He before he knew her.

"Xian'an..."

"Your words……"

Xu Cong was startled.

He didn't expect that Chen Xian'an was willing to put himself in his shoes.But before he could speak, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sun Xingmin walking towards this direction from the end of the alley.

Sun Xingmin looked anxious.

"Give me a little time, give you a little time..."

"I think everything will be fine."

"Just like now."

In an instant, as if declaring sovereignty, Xu Cong hugged Chen Xian'an tightly.