"This is the divorce agreement I asked a lawyer to write."
Qin Nan took out a document from the chair next to him and handed it to her: "I'll give you the house. There's a total of 100,000 yuan left in the savings, and we'll split it in half. I'll pay off your debts, and if you have anything else to add, we can discuss it."
Ye Sibei didn't move.
She looked from the agreement to the checkered pattern of the tablecloth.
They chose this tablecloth at a ten-yuan store one month after their marriage. She remembered that she liked the blue plaid one and Qin Nan liked the gray one. Qin Nan asked her what she wanted and she said gray, so Qin Nan finally bought the blue one.
Seeing that she didn't accept the agreement, Qin Nan put it on the table.
"I'll move out tonight, just wait and see."
Ye Sibei said nothing.
Qin Nan thought for a moment and said, "Anything else you want to say?"
It seemed as if he wanted her to say her last words.
For a moment, she actually felt an inexplicable sense of funny, but this faint sense of funny disappeared quickly, and was followed by a complex feeling of humiliation, panic, uneasiness, and a hint of sadness.
She didn't know what a normal look should be at this moment. After thinking for a long time, she asked, "Why?"
As she said that, she looked up at him and said, "Do you have someone outside?"
"No."
Qin Nan's voice was very low.
"What's the problem? You want a divorce?"
Qin Nan didn't say anything. Ye Sibei looked calm and spoke as usual: "If I did anything wrong, I will change. I know I'm sorry..."
"Okay."
Qin Nan interrupted her, his voice a little hoarse. He stood up and took the car keys and mobile phone from the table: "That's it."
Qin Nan walked out after saying this.
When he reached the door and put his hand on the door handle, Ye Sibei suddenly spoke.
"I won't leave."
Qin Nan turned around and saw Ye Sibei still sitting in the same position. She had maintained the same posture as before, with no expression on her face.
"If you want to get divorced, why did you get married in the first place?"
"I know I'm not good." She looked ahead quietly.
"I shouldn't have lent money to Nianwen. I will pay it back myself. I was wrong about this. I'm sorry. But no matter what, we're married." The woman behind him kept her voice unchanged, with a kind of tired calmness and no waves. After saying this, she paused and finally had some ups and downs, "I can't get a divorce."
Qin Nan didn't say anything. He thought about it, as if he wanted to say something more, but then he pursed his lips and swallowed it. In the end, he just said: "Do you think saying sorry can solve everything?"
"That was not what I meant… "
"Then go find Ye Nianwen and get the money back."
The air froze instantly. Ye Sibei looked at Qin Nan who was staring at her at the door, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
"He's getting married."
"You can't do that."
The two of them spoke at the same time, and the two sentences came out at the same time, making Ye Sibei's words even more embarrassing.
She couldn't say anything for a moment, feeling as if Qin Nan had seen through her. She turned her head and lowered her eyes.
In fact, what Qin Nan said was right and wrong. She didn't think that saying sorry could solve anything. She said sorry only because she knew that apart from that, she could not do anything else.
She seemed to be stuck in a puddle of mud, and her words of sorry were just a hope that people passing by would spit less.
This realization made her feel a little uncomfortable. Qin Nan also seemed to feel that he shouldn't have said this and turned his head slightly.
"You shouldn't live like this." Qin Nan said in a low voice, "I won't come here anymore. Take good care of yourself."
After saying that, he turned the doorknob, and the cold wind blew in from the door. He pushed the door open, walked out, and closed the door again.
After the door was closed, Ye Sibei sat at the table and slowly raised his eyes to look at the white wall opposite the dining table.
The white wall was bare, with nothing on it. Just last week - before she had an argument with Qin Nan, she was still thinking about whether she should buy a painting to hang there.
But I immediately rejected the idea as a waste of money.
She always cares about these trivial things, such as how much a decoration costs, what kind of tablecloth is more cost-effective, and how much coupons are the cheapest...
She also has little ability to care about others.
She is not smart enough, not capable enough, and does not make much money, so these are the only parts of her life she can control.
Oh, the thing I can still control is that I have to go to work on time no matter what.
Thinking about tomorrow, she took a deep breath, raised her head, put her phone in her pocket, and stood up to clean up the table as if nothing had happened.
For the first time ever, she didn't wash up, but fell directly on the bed, opened her arms, and lay straight on the bed.
She didn't turn off the light, just looked at the incandescent lamp, slowly closed her eyes and fell asleep. She had a dream, it seemed like she was in high school, it was Monday flag-raising day, she was standing by the podium, listening to the principal calling her name.
"Now, Ye Sibei from Class 1 (7) will give us the Monday Speech."
In her dream, her heart was beating fast and her palms were sweaty as she held the manuscript.
She trotted up, her bright eyes swept around the students, a little pride filled her heart, she couldn't help but lift her chin slightly: "Hello everyone, I'm Ye Sibei from Class 7 of Senior 1. Today, the topic of my speech is "The Best is Always in the Future"..."
She actually wanted to hear what she had to say.
But for some reason, the girl on the podium began to speak in a lower and lower voice.
She began to hear the sound of water and felt as if she was placed in a coffin. Ice-cold water poured into the coffin from both sides, slowly filling up all the space. The air she breathed was being robbed one by one, and she felt suffocated until her lungs hurt.
The instinct for survival made her struggle desperately, and she tried to swim to the surface.
She vaguely saw a man on the shore. He was wearing a black coat, holding a transparent umbrella, and standing on the side, a little blurry.
He stared at her quietly through the water. She kept waving at him, but he seemed not to understand.
Until finally, he spoke to her.
"You shouldn't live like this, Ye Sibei."
At that moment, she suddenly woke up.
The alarm on her cell phone rang softly beside her. She sat on the bed and relaxed for a while. She panted for a long time before she came to her senses.
She mechanically got out of bed, went to the sink, and splashed cold water on her face.
The feeling of cold water hitting her face overlapped with the feeling of being completely submerged in cold water in her dream. For a moment, the speech she had given in high school suddenly came to her mind.
She looked up and saw herself in the mirror, with a pair of dull eyes and a slightly haggard face.
She looked at the 27-year-old girl quietly for a long time, then she lowered her head and washed her face vigorously.
She seemed much more sober this time.
She washed, prepared breakfast, changed into work clothes, and took the keys she would need for the day from the bedside table.
Then when she opened the drawer, she saw condoms scattered all over the drawer.
The purple shell and silver-white stripes are a rare packaging on the market.
Many words flashed through her mind in an instant.
"The victim was a young woman..."
"I won't come here anymore. Take good care of yourself."
"Carrying condoms with you can prevent infectious diseases, reduce harm, and increase the chance of survival."
Ye Sibei stared at the condoms in the drawer, thought about it, and finally took out two and put them in his bag.
As usual, I put on my windbreaker and went out in the blue morning.
When she arrived at the company, there were not many people there. There was only the cleaning lady. She sat down at her seat, put her unzipped bag on the edge of the table, and turned on her computer.
The cleaning lady lowered her head and mopped the floor as she moved over from not far away. When she reached Ye Sibei's desk, the mop made a "clang" sound and the bag fell off.
"Oops, I'm sorry."
The things in the bag were scattered all over the floor. The cleaning lady picked them up the moment the bag fell to the floor. Ye Sibei then reacted and quickly squatted down to collect the things: "It's okay, I'll do it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the cleaning lady staring at the two condoms she had dropped. Ye Sibei pretended nothing had happened and quickly put the condoms away. The cleaning lady coughed lightly, stood up and said, "Xiao Ye, clean it up yourself. Sorry."
Ye Sibei knew why the cleaning lady stood up. She nodded hesitantly, not daring to look up at all.
She packed her things carefully into her bag, and when she sat back down, other colleagues from the company had already walked in one after another.
There was no difference in life, and Qin Nan's proposal for divorce didn't seem to have much impact.
She went to work as usual.
I did the stupid morning exercises on the street as usual, and amid the strange looks from passers-by, I clapped with my colleagues and shouted slogans of encouragement.
It was a boring morning meeting as usual, with everyone fawning and speaking enthusiastically.
I got takeout for everyone, poured coffee, and worked as usual. Before 4pm, I saw Sister Wang from the next table coming to say hello again: "Sorry Sibei, I have to pick up the kids. Sorry, sorry."
There doesn't seem to be any difference.
The only difference was that she felt that it seemed more difficult for her to perceive emotions.
For example, every day when Sister Wang asked her to work overtime, it was her most annoyed moment, but today, for some reason, she didn't feel anything at all.
It was as if all abilities to feel joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness had been taken away, and the feeling of alienation from being immersed in water in the dream remained in reality.
I even wish I could do more work so that I can spend less time thinking.
She sat in front of the computer, mechanically handling all tasks until the lights came on. Suddenly, she heard an anxious voice asking, "Who else is in the store?"
Ye Sibei recognized the voice as that of the store manager Fan Jiancheng.
It was less than six o'clock and not many people were walking around. Ye Sibei raised his head and glanced around.
Almost all the people in the sales department were still there, so only she and Tao Jie were left in the finance department.
Fan Jiancheng took a quick glance and saw Zhao Chuchu and Chen Xiaoyang from the sales department, and said hurriedly, "Xiaoyang, Chuchu, it's good for you to be here."
As he spoke, he raised his hands and clapped them in the air. After attracting everyone's attention, he raised his voice: "Now everyone, put down what you are doing, pack up, and go out to eat with me. No one is allowed to ask for leave. If you ask for leave, you don't have to come to work tomorrow."
These words were spoken in a serious tone, and everyone realized that something big had happened.
"Brother Fan," Zhao Chuchu, who had a good relationship with Fan Jiancheng, raised her hand and said, "Where are you going?"
"The vice president of Wanfu Real Estate has a temporary time and said he can have dinner with us. This is a big order, and everyone will get a bonus if we get it."
Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaoyang whistled on the spot and Zhao Chuchu also laughed.
When Ye Sibei heard about Wanfu Real Estate, he probably knew the situation.
There are two kinds of income for the intermediary company. One is to sell second-hand houses, and the other is to cooperate with new houses. They get a commission from helping to sell the houses.
Good new houses have their own customers and are easy to sell. Being able to cooperate with good new houses is a big deal for these brokerage companies.
Wanfu Real Estate's soon-to-be-opened new property "Tianlu" has an excellent location and a good school district. It is known as the best property in South City in the past three years. Several real estate agencies are vying for this order. Fuqiang has long been eyeing this piece of fat meat. The fact that Wanfu Real Estate's vice president temporarily agreed to a drinking party tonight is a very good signal.
Once they get the order, according to the rules of Fuqiang Real Estate, everyone present will receive a substantial bonus.
Money is an inspiring thing.
Everyone became excited, and Zhao Chuchu opened the bag and started to touch up her makeup.
She was carrying a green leather handbag today. Because of its special color, she doesn't usually carry this bag.
Seeing her preparing for battle, Ye Sibei knew he couldn't avoid it, so he could only remind the main force: "Remember to bring stomach medicine, and also, tell Nianwen."
"forget it."
Zhao Chuchu rolled her eyes: "Tell Ye Nianwen, he will start to nag about girls not being able to drink. But this is my job, if I don't drink, what am I going to do? If Brother Fan fires me, I can't always count on Nianwen to support me."
As she spoke, Zhao Chuchu put on her lipstick and began to draw her eyebrows with an eyebrow pencil: "House prices are so high now. If it weren't for my parents, he and I wouldn't be able to buy a house. After we buy a house, his monthly salary will only be enough to pay off the mortgage. We will also have to renovate, live, buy a car, and have children. Everything costs money."
"Your brother is good in every way except that he doesn't know the sufferings of the world."
At this point, Zhao Chuchu remembered Ye Sibei's identity and looked up at Ye Sibei: "Don't tell Ye Nianwen that I went out to drink, otherwise he will make a scene and I won't be able to comfort him."
Ye Sibei listened quietly, watching his future sister-in-law use the eyebrow pencil in her hand to outline beautiful arcs and fill them in.
After doing all this, Zhao Chuchu turned around, with a radiant look on her young and beautiful face.
She made a "blooming flower" shape with her hands next to her face and asked her charmingly, "Sister Ye, am I beautiful?"
"beautiful."
Ye Sibei replied seriously.
She stared into the eyes of the person in front of her, and she suddenly felt extremely envious, even to the point of jealousy.