Neighborhood lover: Come to my bowl!

Mu Qingtian is still pacing the room. Still haven't figured out what to do. Countless times, Mu Qingtian wanted to rush out and explain things to Aunt Li. But how many times, he silently stepped his feet back. God knows how much he wants this opportunity to have a good meal with yunzhuran.

Finally, Mu Qingtian decided to follow his heart and dye it with Yunzhu first. After that, it depends on his life whether he can come or not.

"ZhuRan, don't hang up." At the moment when the phone was connected, Mu Qingtian immediately said.

Yunzhuran just wanted to press the hang up button and paused.

"What's the matter, you say." Yun ZhuRan controlled her tone and said.

He also put down his fairy tale book early and looked at Yun ZhuRan.

From Yun ZhuRan's expression, I can understand early that this call should be from my own father.

Yunzhuran looks at the early reaction. I also know that I am not satisfied with my reaction early.

Although I accepted Mu Qingtian's existence earlier, since I separated from Mu Qingtian, I realized that I had never accepted Mu Qingtian's existence in my early heart.

Some people say that blood is thicker than water, and blood is the most important thing in the world. However, in the early eyes, this matter is not very important. Maybe at an early age, I feel that action is always more important than anything.

"That... Aunt Li next door came back. She asked us to have dinner at his house. Look." Mu Qingtian said stutteringly.

"Mu Qingtian, we're over. Don't contact me. I made it clear before. It's not suitable for us to continue, and I don't want to have any disputes with you. Well, I'll take care of it early. I'll see you later." Yun ZhuRan's words are cruel, because Yun ZhuRan knows that if he doesn't say so, Mu Qingtian will always feel that there is hope between the two people, but he doesn't want to see such a state. People always have to go their own way. They can't live in the past and spend every day in memories.

People always have to move forward, and so do themselves and Mu Qingtian. Therefore, they should not give each other any fetters.

Yun ZhuRan hung up the phone decisively.

Mu Qingtian didn't react to Yun ZhuRan's words, so he heard the sound of Dudu. His heart suddenly cooled. This time, Yun ZhuRan's attitude is the most decisive. Maybe she really shouldn't disturb Yun ZhuRan's life. She should have her own life. A life without its own existence.

"Qing Tian, aunt's meal has been finished. Why don't you come?" Aunt Li shouted outside the door.

Mu Qingtian sighed, rubbed his face with his hand and went out.

"I'm coming."

In fact, Mu Qingtian doesn't want to go, but now he wants to be a little warm and warm his cold heart. He doesn't want to be alone, and Aunt Li has done everything well. It's unreasonable not to go.

"Why are you alone?" When Mu Qingtian went in, Aunt Li was setting a table. Mu Qingtian looked at the dishes on this table. His nose suddenly felt sour. He had not felt it for a long time. He had a very unhappy life in that home all day. Both when he was a child and when he grew up, he felt that there was little human affection in that home, Rarely give yourself the warmth you want.

Later, some cloud bamboo dyeing, I gradually felt what love is and what home is, but now, I don't have a real home at all.

"I'm separated from ZhuRan." Mu Qingtian said calmly. What I didn't want to say was also out of my selfishness. I want others to still think that I am still living happily with Yun ZhuRan, but I seem to be awake after I called Yun ZhuRan. This is tantamount to deceiving myself and others. It's of no use at all. It may also bring trouble to Yun ZhuRan's life after that, This kind of reception is not what you want.

Aunt Li was frightened by Mu Qingtian's words in the kitchen. Although she often ridiculed yunzhuran and always quarreled with yunzhuran, she was still optimistic about the little couple from her heart. I just didn't expect such a big change in such a short time. I think of the two people who used to be. They are really talented and beautiful. It's really enviable.

"Why are they separated?" Aunt Li brought the last fish pond and put it on the table.

"For many reasons, I was too bad at bamboo dyeing." Mu Qingtian sandwiched a sparerib and buried it in a bowl. This is yunzhuran's favorite food.

"Is there no room for redemption?" Aunt Li looked at Mu Qingtian's undisguised sad feelings and said,

"No, I've saved it many times. Maybe I'm too disappointed by yunzhuran." Mu Qingtian smiled bitterly. He didn't understand these principles and things until now. He understood them so late.

"People say that a woman's heart is very soft, which is not wrong, but once a woman is cruel, it's really useless. Maybe a lot of things you've done before make Yun ZhuRan feel that leaving you is a better choice." Aunt Li also had an indescribable emotion on her face,

"A poet once said, woman, your name is fragile. In fact, it is not. Women have the strongest desire to protect themselves. No one is more afraid of injury than a woman."

Mu Qingtian was shocked. For a long time, Aunt Li looked like a market woman in front of him, but now, although she was still in this shabby little room, looking at Aunt Li, she felt radiant.

"Aunt Li, what did you do before?"

"Ha ha, don't mention the past. I just want to say that the problem of this matter should be on you. Imagine it." Aunt Li has an unfathomable smile on her face.

Mu Qingtian looked at Aunt Li and didn't send anything to her mouth for a long time.

"You don't have to look at me like this. In fact, I don't have any distinguished life experience. I've just experienced ups and downs. Now I'm open to it. That's why I'm like this." Aunt Li didn't look up.

Mu Qingtian lowered his head and didn't talk. After that, the two didn't talk much.

After staying for a while, Mu Qingtian drank a cup of tea and was ready to leave.

"Well, I won't keep you anymore. I just want to tell you to change yourself and exchange your sincerity and sincerity for what you want." Aunt Li didn't say much and closed the door.