My Wife Has Pity on Me

On the day when the news of Qi Yu's death came, Bian Yue was stunned for a long time. When he went home, he mistakenly put his car keys into pens. This pen was given to him by Qi Yu on their first date. He almost couldn't bear to open it and use it. He took many photos of the diamond inlaid in the cap of the pen at different angles and showed it off in his circle of friends. In the underground garage, he leaned against the car and lit a cigarette. It was his first time smoking. His hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold it, and he choked to tears. Qi Yu always complained that his love words were old-fashioned and his confessions had nothing new. Even when he said some sexy things in bed, the tips of his ears were red with shame, like a little old-fashioned living in the new century. So she always liked to tease him, send him flowers in front of everyone in the company, kiss him on the lips with a smile, and add a sweet "Come to pick up my husband after get off work." Then she was led into the office by him, pinched his hot earlobes, and smiled softly in his arms. Mr. Bian didn't come to work for two weeks. The company took it for granted that he was arranging for his wife's funeral. It wasn't until the company's official account was flooded that they discovered that the hot-searched entry with the Bian Group read: "I always thought that committing suicide for love was an ancient legend." Before Bian Yue lost consciousness, he carefully held her hand and murmured: "Saving his love for you and being buried in the same coffin can be considered a grand and unique confession." When he opened his eyes again, he was back to the time when he was nineteen years old, before he met his wife. Following the old site that had been demolished long ago in my memory, I stumbled to find the place. I looked up and saw a young girl biting a popsicle and humming an inaudible song. She skillfully stood three steps away with a bag of garbage and raised her hand to throw it into the trash can. He was almost out of control emotionally, but he was afraid of scaring her, so the words "wife" that came to his throat turned into a soft whisper. * The first time Qi Yu met Bian Yue was on the school's outstanding graduates bulletin board. A decent two-inch photo of a young man with handsome features, good features, and an outstanding face. Qi Yu glanced at it casually and was impressed. She saw Bian Yue again, downstairs of her house. A few steps away, the young man's eyes were fixed on her. As soon as Qi Yu opened her mouth, he burst into tears. Under the dim street light, the boy's eyes were wet and red, and the emotions in his eyes were so complicated and intense that Qi Yu was stunned for a moment. "Why don't you wipe your tears." "Do you believe in turning back time?" The two spoke at the same time. Qi Yu suggested tactfully: "Perhaps, you can go see a doctor." Bian Yue was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh. She suspected that he was mentally ill. She scolded people so tactfully, and the way she cursed was real, lively and beautiful. * One day, Qi Yu accidentally found the marriage certificate hidden by Bian Yue, which had their mugshots printed on it. She first looked at the marriage certificate in her hand, and then at the hot search for "Pig Killing Tray" that happened to pop up on her phone. She was horrified and angry, and asked her boyfriend why he forged the certificate. Wouldn't she be the next "pig" to be killed on the hot search? She said, how could there be a person in this world who matched her XP in every aspect, whether in appearance or in bed, and who was gentle, considerate, meticulous and considerate in life, and almost spoiled her like a waste? Sure enough, there was no such thing as such a good thing. To be cautious and for the sake of her own life, Qi Yu packed up her things and prepared to run away, so she broke up for the time being. When she woke up again, the warm and slender fingers slowly moved up from her ankles and caressed her whole body. Qi Yu raised her eyes and saw dark and gloomy eyes. The love was so heavy and sticky that it almost drowned her eyes. She tilted her head. There was a bright red marriage certificate on the bedside table that she had thrown away casually. "Honey, don't leave me. Get married again. How about you go get the certificate tomorrow?" He went crazy, forged documents, talked nonsense, and even engaged in prison play. She wants to call the police on him! ! ! * I have not found the formula to reverse time, but when I see you again, I will still fall in love with you over and over again. —— 1V1 HE text Intention: I wish you good morning, good afternoon and good night