Waiting for you to fall a flower

There was an impulse to cry, but she stopped it in time and bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing the fragility she didn't want him to see.

Ye Beicheng watched her clench her lower lip and felt a dull pain in her heart. Every time she wanted to be strong, she used to do this.

"It's Ouyang Feng's treat tonight. Come with me."

"I'm not going!"

She almost blurted out that she had her reasons and helplessness. Ye Beicheng did not know and could not understand.

"Can't we have the last meal together?"

Jing Ya looked up in surprise. Last meal? What he meant by that was that he could go through the formalities tomorrow?

Although this was the result she had been waiting for, her heart still shrank into a ball from his mouth.

"Um... Sorry."

Ye Beicheng gave her a disappointed look and left her office without further persuasion.

Looking at his back, Jing Ya's tears finally burst into her eyes. Not that she didn't want to go, but that she couldn't go. She didn't want to let everyone see that she was vomiting, and she was afraid that others would see the signs of her pregnancy. Now, she was as sensitive as a bird. She lost a wing and didn't dare to try to fly again.

Courage, sometimes, is something you can only look up to.

As the sun set, the bright sky was shrouded in a layer of gray. Jing Ya stood in front of the french window, overlooking the front of the company. There was a man and a woman standing in front of Ye Beicheng's car.

Yang qianxue smiled brightly, even if there was no sunlight, it was still brilliant.

Ye Beicheng opened the door and she sat in. Then, he sat in himself.

The car drove away, and the dinner she was supposed to attend was replaced by someone else. She smiled at herself with a self-deprecating smile. She never put herself in a high position. She always knew that there was someone else without her.

"I don't care about the last dinner."

She turned back to her computer and sat down. She tidied up the things in her desk drawer. She wouldn't be here tomorrow. She really wouldn't be here. This time, Ye Beicheng wouldn't find any reason to postpone or disappear.

She opened her weibo and casually wrote about her feelings. Then, she turned off her phone and left.

Ye Beicheng didn't return home until ten o' clock. As he passed the living room, he casually asked a servant, "Is young mistress at home?"

"Yes, young master."

"Have you had dinner?"

"No." The maid paused and added, "Young mistress hasn't been downstairs for dinner in days."

He nodded, indicating that he already knew.

In fact, even if the servants didn't tell him, he could imagine her looking so haggard.

Instead of going straight to the bedroom, she went to her father's room.

Pushing the door open, the light in the room was on. Father was reading a book. When he came in, he put down the book in his hand and asked weakly, "When did you come back?"

"Dad, I just came back today."

He stood in front of his father and said with concern, "How is your health?"

"I'm still the same. You should be more concerned about your wife. She's not feeling well lately."

Ye Beicheng blinked and put the plastic bag on the table, "This is the medicine I brought you from america. Take it for a while. If it works, I'll send you there for treatment."

Master ye nodded and asked casually, "Are you and jingya getting divorced?"

"... Yeah."

"Think it through?"

"Yes."

"No regrets?"

Ye Beicheng said gloomily, "Maybe someone is more suitable for her than me."

"But no one suits you better than her." Ye Guoxian asserted with certainty.

He didn't want to talk about it with his father, so he asked deliberately, "Where's my mother?"

"Last time, you stopped playing mahjong, and now you're addicted to dancing..."

Ye Guoxian sighed helplessly, "Stop talking about her. I don't want her to be unhappy."

"Dad?" Ye Beicheng could not understand his father's overly indulgent love.

"Well, go and see your wife. I still hope you think about it carefully!"

Ye Beicheng left his father's bedroom and went straight to the study. He opened the middle drawer and took out a document that he was going to give to Jing Ya tonight. Jing Ya had already read it.

There was not a trace of life in the quiet study. He sat down in a chair, dejected. Was this really the end? In fact, these days, he turned off his cell phone and didn't interact with anyone. He just didn't want anyone to talk to him about it. He rarely dared to face things, but he didn't dare to face things when he divorced Yu Jingya.

These days, she had a good or bad life. He didn't know what was going on in her heart. He didn't even know.

Turning on his computer, he opened weibo to see if she had left anything behind. He knew that every time she was helpless or in a bad mood, she liked to write one or two sentences. Although he didn't pay attention to them every day, he checked them regularly and didn't leave a single word behind, but he kept every word she wrote in his heart.

The last time he saw her weibo was three days ago, when he was still in the united states. Today, he was very lucky to see her update at one o' clock, and it was around five o' clock in the afternoon.

There was only one short, tongue-tied sentence: "The deaf hear the mute say that the blind see love."

The deaf hear the mute say that the blind see love?

Ye Beicheng repeated. What was that? Can the deaf hear me? Can a mute speak? Can the blind see?

He lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then understood the meaning. The deaf heard the mute say that it was impossible for the blind to see love.

Or maybe, maybe, but not love.

He got up and left the study. He pushed open the bedroom door. There was no one on the bed, but there was a small figure curled up on the sofa.

Jing ya nestled in a corner of the sofa, her thin arms hugging her tightly, her face buried in the middle of her knees, and she fell asleep, unaware that someone was watching her.

He reached out to pick her up and tried to carry her to the bed, but she was so sensitive that she woke up in a panic the moment she touched her body. She flashed and jumped off the sofa.

She seemed a little afraid of him, and Ye Beicheng felt a dull pain in her heart for the sudden strangeness between them.

"Here you go."

He handed over the document in his hand, and Jing Ya refused without looking at it, "I don't want it."

"Take a look first."

"No need to look, I don't want to."

"Did you say no without even looking? Do you know what this is?"

Ye Beicheng was a little excited. Jing Ya nodded, "I know what it is. I've seen it."

"Have you seen it?" He was a little surprised, "Since I've seen it, why not?"

"Do you think that's why I divorced you?"

"No, you deserve it."

Jing Ya looked up and said firmly, "But I don't want it. There's nothing I deserve."

"Why are you so stubborn? What do you live on after your divorce?"

"Thank you for your concern. I have arms and legs. I can live no matter what!"

Ye Beicheng understood her stubbornness, but if he let her go out of the house like this, his conscience would also feel bad.

"If you don't want it, then don't get divorced."

Jing Ya raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"I don't want to see you come home to be ridiculed by your parents and laughed at by your neighbors."

"That's all my business. If I get divorced, I won't go home, so they won't have a chance to laugh at me..."

"You're not going home? Where are you going?" Ye Beicheng was a little nervous.

"I can go anywhere. The world is so big, there's always a place for me."

"Then I won't agree to a divorce."

He looked at her with absolute certainty, "I won't watch you wander around."

"Ye Beicheng!" Jing Ya frowned, "So what do you want?"

"Take all my gifts and don't leave this city. If these two conditions are agreed, it will be fine."

Jing Ya clenched his lower lip and struggled in his heart. Why did he ask her to make such a condition? Didn't he know that if she stayed in this city, she would only be unhappy every day and not get what she wanted? Couldn't he give up what she didn't want to give up?

"Okay, I promise you!" A very helpless choice.

Ye Beicheng nodded, a stone hanging in his heart dropped, but at the same time, he was even more lost.

The two of them were speechless and stared at each other for a long time. He wanted to say, "Are you really going to go this far?"

She wanted to say, "If I had your child, would you believe me?"

In front of love, there will always be a lot of unspeakable words, in front of marriage, she has her stubbornness, he has his pride.

Early in the morning, the two of them went downstairs at the same time. The living room of the Ye family was filled with unprecedented festivities. Even on the day of jingya's wedding, there was no such atmosphere.

"Brother, you finally figured it out. I wish you a smooth divorce."

Ye Mengyao came forward and hugged Ye Beicheng's arm with joy. He broke her hand and walked forward with a frosty face.

"Son, go home as soon as you're done with the formalities. Mother will get you a monk to drive away the evil spirits and be pestered by the fox spirit for so long..."

Dou Huayue did not say a word, but was stunned by a cold look.

Although Ye Beicheng was not willing to let her finish her sentence, she was very happy to think that she would be able to sleep peacefully from now on!

The car stopped at the entrance of the Civil affairs bureau. Neither of them got off first. A few minutes later, Ye Beicheng said hoarsely, "Here we are."

Jing Ya pushed open the car door and walked down. The sun was shining brightly today. Standing in the hot sun, she felt like she wanted to faint.

Ye Beicheng also got out of the car, he slowly walked forward, Jing Ya followed closely behind, the two of them never said a word, those who wanted to say, were weighed down by heavy heart.

Gradually, the distance between them was pulled away. It wasn't that he was walking too fast or that she was walking too slowly. Instead, she felt her head getting heavier and heavier, as if she was being held down by something. Her vision was gradually blurry, and dizziness hit her again and again. Even though she was holding on so hard, she still couldn't make it to the end. Less than three meters from the entrance of the Civil affairs bureau, her eyes turned black and she fell down...