"The seven-year itch..."
Tang Xiping responded casually, and kept moving his hands, meticulously arranged two sets of cups on the tea table, brewed freshly brewed black tea, put his fingertips on the rim of the porcelain white saucer, and slowly pushed it in front of the other party.
Picking up his own cup, he took a sip, savoring the mellow fragrance overflowing between his lips and teeth, and after a while, he finally brought his attention back to the conversation.
The seven-year itch or something—
After silently thinking for three seconds, he confirmed that he was not interested in this topic, and he simply said in a conclusive tone: "...it gets boring after a long time, and it becomes boring when you see it. It's nothing more than a routine."
The initiator of the topic sitting across from him was his old friend for many years. He met in middle school, graduated from the same university, and worked as a teacher in the same university before and after—
Over the past ten years, although the friendship between the two cannot be said to be very close, it is not easy to maintain it until now.
After chatting nonchalantly for a while, Tang Xiping put down the teacup in his hand, and asked inadvertently, "Why did you suddenly come to talk to me about this today?"
Hearing the words, the other party fell into a slight silence and did not answer.
Tang Xiping looked at his old friend thoughtfully.
emmmmm...
In other words, if he remembers correctly, this comrade and his family are living together for the seventh year.
"..."
Consciously discovering the blind spot, he couldn't help taking a breath, and his tone became cautious:
"You, uh... don't you?"
The young man sitting on the opposite seat slightly closed his eyelashes, still not saying a word, just grabbed the file bag beside him and threw it straight at him.
"..."
In fact, when he opened the door ten minutes ago, Tang Xiping had already vaguely guessed that the other person might not be in a very beautiful mood today when he saw the man's solemn expression, but it was only then that he vaguely realized A more precise understanding—
It seems that it's not just a bad mood...
Isn't this guy on the verge of going berserk
Thinking of this, he raised his hand to catch the menacing portfolio, and glanced at the contents inadvertently.
However, in just such a short glance, he was stunned by the few big bold characters that caught his eyes.
-divorse agreement.