After Escaping Marriage [GL]

"I want to break off the marriage."

The sparrow parked on the branch flapped its wings and flew away, passing over the roof of blue bricks and black tiles, with the blue sky behind it.

The peach blossoms in the vase had already withered away, and Wei Tingyu asked the servants not to replace them with fresh ones, and faced the withered dark brown branches day and night.

Hearing Yu Qingtang say this, he was not surprised at all, and even showed a smile after a long absence.

"why?"

"No reason." Yu Qingtang didn't want to say a word to him, and said, "I want to break off the marriage."

The man with the jade-like face raised the corner of his lips lightly and said, "Okay."

Yu Qingtang was stunned when she heard the words over there.

that's it?

So simple to agree?

Yu Qingtang has already prepared for the worst. If Wei Tingyu does not agree to break off the marriage, she will tell Cheng Zhanxi and then run away with Cheng Zhanxi. In modern society, can he still let people tie him back?

Yu Qingtang pursed her thin lips slightly, feeling a little disappointed for no reason in her heart.

Wei Tingyu picked up the peach blossom branches in the vase, making the back of his hands as white as snow, leaning against the window, like a peerless painting.

The maid kept grinning since he hung up the phone, as if he was in a good mood.

The servant boldly stepped forward and asked, "Is Miss Seven's phone number?"

Wei Tingyu said "um", not as cold as she mentioned earlier.

Wei Tingyu said, "She wants to break off the marriage."

The servant smiled cautiously: "Maybe he has someone he likes."

Wei Tingyu lazily said "um" again, and lowered her head to play with the peach branch.

When the servant said this, there was a little nostalgia in his eyes, and he said: "The third young master was like this before, once you meet..." The servant paused, omitting to mention, and said, "Seventh young lady really looks like you. ."

He looks like his mother and his personality is like his father. If Yu Ci hadn't died, they would be the happiest family of three in the world.

But there is no if in this world.

The servant watched Wei Tingyu grow up, equivalent to half of his relatives. Seeing him born in the intriguing Wei family, he has never seen his biological mother, isolated himself from world-weariness, reborn little by little under the influence of Yu Ci, has a happy life, high-spirited in his twenties, and proposes to marry before the flowers fall. , the Wei family's third young master and his wife are famous all over the capital, they are really like immortal couples, but after the twists and turns, it may not be a bright willow, it may be an abyss.

Yu Ci was his life, he even lost his life, how could he have the heart to take another look at the world and look at other people.

He doesn't care about anything, including himself.

Wei Tingyu stopped and asked slowly, "What happens when you meet?"

The servant bowed his head and said, "Young mistress."

Wei Tingyu put the flower branch in front of the case and said gently, "Tell me about her. My memory has been getting worse and worse recently, and I have forgotten many things."

The servant said, "Okay."

The servants began to talk about their first encounter.

At that time, Yu Ci was still a college student at the Academy of Fine Arts. Wei Tingyu was a good handwriting writer. One time he went to the professor, and the professor happened to have a class, so he walked into the classroom and sat in the corner. His skin was white and his lips were red, his skin was delicate, and his facial features were even more delicate than women's, but he exuded an icy aura that refused to let anyone approach him.

He was young and famous early, sitting there as a student.

"Classmate, is there anyone here?" A female voice as clean as a stream on a rock rang in her ears. She had eyes that were as transparent as black jade, and her long black hair fell in front of her because she bent slightly, and the tail of her hair was careless. Sweep to the tip of his nose.

a little itchy.

The girl in the white long skirt laughed and said, "I'm sorry."

She raised her fingers and hooked her long hair behind her ears, revealing a face that almost made people forget to breathe.

"No." Wei Tingyu said coldly, turning his head unmoved.

The chair next to him was pushed down, and the girl sat beside him.

The girl pushed a piece of paper: My name is Yu Ci, what is your name?

Wei Tingyu glanced at her and ignored her.

The girl was not annoyed, she drew a picture after a while and pushed it to him.

The painting is not Wei Tingyu, but herself, with only a few strokes, and it is lifelike.

Wei Tingyu raised the corner of his mouth without a smile, and tilted his head to wipe the smile from his lips.

The girl mentioned a name, Yu Ci.

Compared with her paintings, the characters are much more ordinary.

Wei Tingyu took the pen in her hand by surprise, and wrote two words on the paper with a sharp edge. He is a young calligrapher, and every word is worth a lot of money, even a layman can see it beautifully.

The twenty-year-old Yu Ci glanced at him and was very surprised.

Only later did Wei Tingyu know that what Yu Ci was thinking at the time was: I thought you only had one face, but I didn't expect you to have some talent.

At that time, Wei Tingyu regretted ignoring her, and looked at the professor who was lecturing in front of him with a colder expression.

She is very fragrant. Wei Tingyu is not only close to women, but also close to anyone. In order to distinguish the fragrance on her body, he will be distracted in every class.

The tip of her nose was itchy, like her silky hair, swept over, swept over.

The servant didn't go out with Wei Tingyu, which was what Wei Tingyu told him later. The third young master, who has always been cold-hearted, was practicing calligraphy with a writing brush in the study, and with a smile on his face, he talked about a strange person he met, a woman, and the servant was studying ink for him. Nephew's manuscript" slowly became the same name.

Depressed speech. Depressed speech. Depressed speech.

The servant tilted his head and said, "Is her name Yu Ci?"

Wei Tingyu blurted out, "How do you know?"

The servant clenched his chin against the rice paper in front of him.

The servant was kicked out of the study by the angry third young master. Before closing the door with a smile, he saw Wei Tingyu raised his hand to cover his face, and his exposed ears were red.

Wei Tingyu, who was chased by Yu Ci, had the original intention of seeing things. When the third young master saw that she was being molested, he pretended to be cold while enjoying himself, and when he turned back, he had to complain to the only servant who could speak, but he was actually showing off. What did Yu Ci do to him today, why did she do this? How can there be a woman like her? Speaking of her cheeks flushed, she looked like a young girl in her arms.

Then they got together and got married not long after.

The two of them are not in the same household, but it did not affect the feelings of the couple.

Wei Tingyu relied on Yu Ci very much, to the point of being inseparable, and she would look for her in a while. The two of them had similar interests and could chat all day long without doing anything. Yu Ci's paintings, the signatures are all written by Wei Tingyu, Wei Tingyu's calligraphy, Yu Ci designed a seal for him alone, and their works, all with the imprint of the other half, made a beautiful talk.

Four years of marriage, or five years? Yu Ci wants a child.

Wei Tingyu did not agree at first, because Yu Ci was in poor health and the root of the disease in the mother's womb, the doctor did not recommend pregnancy, saying that it would damage the mother's body.

Later, he couldn't stand Yu Ci's soft and hard bubbles, and agreed to have a child.

He supervises Yu Ci's diet every day, and cooks for her to condition her body. A year later, Yu Ci became pregnant.

Everything is going smooth.

Who could have expected surprises? The maternal mortality rate at that time was about seven per 10,000, and Yu Ci was one of those seven.

It shouldn't be like this.

The servant looked at Wei Tingyu who was sleeping in the reclining chair, his voice gradually weakened, he lightly picked up the thin blanket next to him, unfolded it and covered him, wiping the sparkle from the corner of his eyes.

The late spring wind blew through the window, and a few withered peach branches in the vase swayed, and the rice paper on the table top rattled.

The servant stepped forward and closed the window, and the room was completely quiet.

The servant exited and closed the door, leaving the man with the slightly frosted sideburns on the recliner, sinking into the only dream he had ever really lived, day after day, year after year.

...

Cheng family.

With the rain one after another, the weather gradually warmed up. Wei Tingyu took off his long trench coat at the entrance, and became thinner and thinner. Under the leadership of Cheng Yi, he entered the study room on the first floor to receive guests.

Wei Tingyu turned around and bowed to Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi supported him in time and said, "What's wrong with my in-laws?"

Song Qingrou next to her quickly retracted her outstretched hand when Cheng Yi didn't notice it.

Wei Tingyu bowed and finished the ceremony.

The three of them were seated, and Wei Tingyu, who was opposite, put his hand on his knee, looked at the two in front of him, and said sincerely, "I'm here this time to apologize."

"Apologize for what?" Cheng Yi and his wife were puzzled.

...

"Bringing off the marriage?" Cheng Yuanxi, who had just stepped into the house, heard the news from Song Qingrou, who was sitting on the sofa, the young man's face sank, and he pulled on the tie around his neck, "If he says he gets married, he gets married, and if he says he gets divorced, he gets divorced. , what do you think of our Cheng family?"

Song Qingju said, "Your father said the same thing."

The clay figurine still has three points of anger. The reason for agreeing to get married was out of morality, and there was no need for their family to go into the muddy waters of the Wei family.

Cheng Yuanxi asked, "What's the reason?"

Song Qing Ju said, "His daughter regrets it."

Cheng Yuanxi put his tie and suit jacket on the back of the sofa, wearing only a white shirt inside, with the cuffs folded to his strong forearm, listening to his mother continue to say.

Song Qingju said: "Your Uncle Wei said that she suddenly regretted it. He didn't know it before, and he didn't expect us to forgive him, but this marriage should not end. So far, he has paid for the expenses of the wedding preparations alone. Pay us double."

Cheng Yuanxi said, "Is our family short of this money?"

Song Qing Ju said: "But there is really no way, we can't force someone to marry."

"Miss Wei." Cheng Yuanxi said to himself, "Wei Qingtang, right? How old is she this year?"

Song Qingrou said, "The same year as your sister."

Cheng Yuanxi said: "That's 27 or 8 years old. Originally, she didn't show her face, but now she has to go back and ask Uncle Wei to repent on her behalf..."

Cheng Yuanxi sneered.

He didn't finish speaking, but Song Qingrou already understood what he meant. As an adult, it is really disappointing to have no responsibility. It is right for the Cheng family not to get married. Even if she gets a goddaughter from a fake marriage, Song Qingrou doesn't want such a person.

Cheng Yuanxi took an orange from the fruit bowl, peeled it and asked, "What did Dad say?"

The whole capital knew that the Cheng family was going to marry Miss Wei Qi. Although the invitations had not yet been printed, but in order to show everyone, the posture was very big and lively. I didn't expect it to become a joke in the capital now - if If the marriage contract is dissolved, what will happen to the Cheng family's face?

Brother and sister, sister and brother's, the two children of the Cheng family are involved in this marriage, and most people outside can't tell the difference. The two brothers and sisters were always abandoned by Miss Wei Qi, such a reputation? How will her children look up and behave in the future.

Song Qingrou took over her son's peeled oranges and said, "Your father agrees, but on one condition."

Cheng Yuanxi looked at her.

Song Qingrou: "Let Wei Qingtang make a public appearance and take the responsibility of repenting of the marriage on her head. The Cheng family must be innocent and not damage the Cheng family's reputation."

Song Qingrou directly called the other party's name, obviously very annoyed.

Cheng Yuanxi asked, "What did Uncle Wei say?"

Song Qing Ju said, "He said he would go back and discuss with her daughter."

Cheng Yuanxi sneered: "What else is there to discuss, don't let Uncle Wei come out to speak again."

Song Qingrou looked strange.

Cheng Yuanxi: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingrou is thinking about the taboo drama of father and daughter again. I don't know where this drama has gone. Is Wei Qingtang finally determined not to obey his father's will and wants to spend his last years with him? Even after being alone? Wei Tingyu couldn't resist her daughter's will, so she fulfilled her wish and would rather offend the Cheng family?

Song Qingrou put the last orange in her mouth and said, "It's nothing. Your father and I were thinking about whether we should meet in private first, in case Miss Wei has something to hide? Her mother and I are friends after all, and I don't want to. It ended up being so awkward."

Cheng Yuanxi said: "I'm going to see her. She is still my fiancee in name. If she refuses to come, then I'll go see her in person. Where is she?"

He wanted to see how holy this Miss Wei Qi was.

***

Fang Wenjiao watched Yu Qingtang hang up the phone and turned upstairs with a blank expression.

Fang Wenjiao stopped her: "Silence."

Yu Qingtang turned back.

Fang Wenjiao pointed to the landline phone, added a bit of caution in her voice, and asked, "What did your father say?"

Yu Qingtang said a total of two sentences.

- I want to break off the marriage.

- There is no reason, I want to break off the marriage.

The attitude is very tough and cold.

After a few seconds, the other side seemed to say something and hung up.

Fang Wenjiao was worried.

Yu Qingtang said, "He agreed."

"Promise what?"

"Promise to break the marriage."

"that's it?"

"That's it." Yu Qingtang asked, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll go upstairs, and I still have work to do."

Fang Wenjiao was stunned for a while, and said, "Go up."

Yu Qingtang's figure quickly disappeared behind the stairs on the second floor.

Fang Wenjiao looked at the phone that hung up, then looked at her grandfather sitting on the sofa, and repeated: "Is that so?"

Grandpa was also at a loss, but he pretended to be calm in front of his old wife: "otherwise what else?"

"Is it too playful?"

"Do you think her engagement is a joke?"

"..."

Grandpa said, "I want to go out for a walk."

Fang Wenjiao put him in a wheelchair, pushed out the courtyard gate, and walked to the nearby park.

Second floor bedroom.

The windows are open, the spring breeze brings flowers and willows green, birds chirping, and spring is full of joy.

Yu Qingtang sat motionless at the desk in front of the window, the laptop screen in front of her had already gone dark and had turned into a standby interface.

She seemed to hear the man smile on the phone just now.

The laughter was light, but sweet, with a touch of tenderness.

Because she said she wanted to break off the marriage? He didn't smile when she promised to get engaged last year, he just nodded lightly and asked the servant to take her out.

What does he want himself to be like?

Yu Qingtang held her chin and looked at the vast and peaceful blue sky in a trance.

hum-

hum-

When the call was about to hang up automatically, Yu Qingtang's attention shifted from a distance and picked up Cheng Zhanxi's call.

Yu Qingtang took a light breath, adjusted her mood, and said, "Hello."

Cheng Zhanxi asked her, "what are you doing?"

Yu Qingtang lit up the computer screen with the mouse, and the reading progress stopped before she went downstairs, and lied, "I was reading the email, but I didn't pay attention to the phone ringing."

"Yu Tangtang is too good, he's still working **** Sunday."

Yu Qingtang smiled.

"Aren't you too?"

"I don't, I'm eating fruit." Cheng Zhanxi listened to her the crisp "click" sound of biting apples, "Did you hear it?"

"heard it."

"Have you eaten fruit today?"

"not yet."

"Go eat, eat for me."

Yu Qingtang smiled again.

"Know it."

Yu Qingtang went downstairs and washed a pear. She put her phone on the handsfree and put it on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa to peel the pear.

Cheng Zhanxi suddenly asked, "Are you unhappy?"

Yu Qingtang touched her lips, making sure she didn't make any sound, she said, "How do you know?"

"Have a heart."

"..."

Cheng Zhanxi laughed.

"So why are you not happy?"

Yu Qingtang was silent.

Cheng Zhanxi thoughtfully stopped asking, and said, "I'm almost too busy. I'll pick you up early today? Can you not have dinner at home?"

Yu Qingtang thought for a while and said, "Yes."

Cheng Zhanxi said, "Then I'll pick you up in the afternoon. Would two o'clock be too early?"

Yu Qingtang burst out laughing.

Her expression gradually became serious: "Xi Xi."

Cheng Zhanxi said gently, "Huh?"

Yu Qingtang changed his mouth and said softly, "It's nothing."

She wanted to say thank you to Cheng Zhanxi, but this sentence seemed redundant to Cheng Zhanxi. She can only keep it in her heart, treat her a little better, and be a little better.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Yu Qingtang asked.

"eat you."

Yu Qingtang was slightly embarrassed, picked up the hands-free phone, switched to the normal volume, and put it to her ear: "Speak seriously."

"Is Chef Yu going to cook?"

Yu Qingtang smiled: "Yes."

Cheng Zhanxi remembered an old incident and said with a smile, "I was sick before, did you cook the porridge you gave me, and lied to me that it was takeout, hum."

Yu Qingtang raised the corners of her lips: "It's takeaway, I'm the chef, and I'm the delivery guy, I'm just giving it to you."

Cheng Zhanxi pressed her sweet heart, leaned back on the sofa, and closed her eyes.

"Your mouth is so sweet, what did you eat?"

"pear."

"What's sweeter than a pear?"

There was silence for a while, Yu Qingtang said, "You."

Cheng Zhanxi is completely useless, what kind of peerless sweet bean is Yu Qingtang.

"It's getting late, I'm going to cook." Yu Xiaotiandou ran away after teasing, leaving Cheng Zhanxi alone on the sofa to deal with Acacia.

Yu Qingtang entered the kitchen for a while, before the temperature on her cheeks went down, she let out a long breath, bit her lips and smiled.

After eating, it was half past one, and the two old people went back to their room to take a nap. Yu Qingtang just sat down in the living room when Cheng Zhanxi's WeChat came over.

【I have arrived】

Yu Qingtang suddenly stood up and ran out.

The bamboo forest swayed, and the refreshing wind was sent in from the courtyard gate. Yu Qingtang walked to the door, stopped to straighten his clothes, and stepped out. Cheng Zhanxi stood at the rear of the white Audi, most of his body was blocked by the open trunk.

Yu Qingtang: "?"

Cheng Zhanxi stopped, leaned over and waved to her.

Yu Qingtang walked over.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her and said, "I want to meet my grandparents, do you think it's ok?" Yu Qingtang thought to herself, haven't you met before? Seeing the gifts piled up in the trunk, she understood a little.

See... Parents?

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her hesitant expression and felt uneasy.

After a long time, Yu Qingtang said, "Yes."

Cheng Zhanxi leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips: "Thank you baby."

Yu Qingtang's lips were slightly warm, and his eyes seemed to be angry but not angry.

The neighbors are all on a lunch break, and the cool breeze in the alley at noon blows their long hair. Yu Qingtang's waist tightened, and Cheng Zhanxi circled it against the base of the wall. With the cover of the car body and trees, it was difficult to see this clearly.

Cheng Zhanxi held her cheek and kissed it.

The kiss was gentle, slowly digging into her lips.

Yu Qingtang hugged her head with both hands, and couldn't help poking into her hair, wandering freely in the silky long hair, affecting the sensitive hair roots.

Cheng Zhanxi made a soft "umm" sound, and his brows opened wider.

Her arms around Yu Qingtang's slender waist involuntarily loosened a bit.

Yu Qingtang took the initiative to stick to her.

Yu Qingtang's kissing skills were almost equal to hers.

In a brief moment of breathing, Yu Qingtang opened his eyes and saw the swallow on the opposite wall, with a pair of black black bean eyes staring here.

Cheng Zhanxi lowered her head, but Yu Qingtang's hand did not follow, her long hair was pulled a bit, she woke up from her investment, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Qingtang's eyes brightened slightly and said, "Swallow."

Cheng Zhanxi followed her line of sight and turned her head, and repeated, "Swallow."

Um, so what?

Yu Qingtang looked slightly embarrassed, and whispered, "There is a nursery rhyme."

Cheng Zhanxi sang, "Little Swallow, wear floral clothes and come here every spring, this?"

Yu Qingtang nodded.

Cheng Zhanxi said "ah" and said, "then what?"

Yu Qingtang buried her head even lower, and said, "No then, I just saw Yanzi and suddenly remembered this nursery rhyme." So I wanted to share it with Cheng Zhanxi, would Cheng Zhanxi think there was something wrong with her brain? This kind of sesame and mung bean is also worth mentioning?

She was about to walk away, but was stopped by Cheng Zhanxi, and she fell back into the woman's arms the next second.

"Why do you keep your head down?"

Yu Qingtang raised her head and glanced at her, then lowered her eyes quickly, and said angrily, "Forget the paragraph just now."

"Why do you forget? Little Swallow is so cute in floral clothes."

Yu Qingtang buried her face in her neck.

"Did you just want to tell me that there is a swallow, there is no reason, and there is no after." Yu Qingtang hummed softly.

"I was wrong." The voice of the woman above her head fell.

Yu Qingtang raised her eyes.

Cheng Zhanxi looked at her and said seriously, "I think too much, I won't do it next time. You can tell me when you see an ant, I like to hear it."

Yu Qingtang shook her head and couldn't help laughing: "It looks stupid." And she was naive, not a three-year-old.

Do other people fall in love like this?

Cheng Zhanxi thought for a while and said, "Life is one stupid thing chasing another stupid thing, and love is two stupid things chasing each other."

Yu Qingtang laughed: "What?"

Cheng Zhanxi said sternly: "I didn't say it, Wilde said it."

Wilde said so, of course Yu Qingtang had no objection.

"Little Yanzi wears floral clothes and comes here every spring. I asked Yanzi why she came? Yanzi said that the spring here is the most beautiful." With Cheng Zhanxi's brisk singing, the gifts in the trunk were removed, she Both hands were full, Yu Qingtang asked her if she would be too much, Cheng Zhanxi said that the more the better, and took the lead into the yard.

Under the dark-colored eaves, several swallows were building their nests, flapping their wings back and forth, bringing in the moist soil by the river.

Yu Qingtang closed the courtyard door and helped Cheng Zhanxi to stack the gifts beside the entrance.

Fang Wenjiao and the two were still taking a nap, the living room was quiet, the water plants in the fish tank that changed the water automatically separated, and a goldfish's head stuck out.

Cheng Zhanxi seemed to be here for the first time. He walked steadily, looked around carefully, and took a seat on the sofa in the living room.

The footsteps were far away, and the little goldfish got out of the water plants again and looked at the strange guests.

Yu Qingtang pointed her chin in the direction of the stairs, and asked in confusion, "Aren't you going upstairs with me?"

Cheng Zhanxi had a straight back and put his hands on his knees, saying, "No, I've met my grandparents first."

Seeing the parents, she is serious, and the etiquette must be thoughtful, and her attitude should not be casual.

Yu Qingtang sensed something from her unusual seriousness, her slender knuckles curled up, and she became inexplicably nervous.

She poured a glass of water for Cheng Zhanxi and sat down on another sofa.