The word "divorce" was like a heavy hammer hitting Song Zhiwei's chest, making noise in her ears.

"Song Zhiwei!" Fu Chenshi raised his voice slightly, his clear voice carrying a rare sharpness.

"No... I don't want a divorce..." Song Zhiwei shook her head like a rattle, praying with a face full of prayer, "Fu Chenshi, I don't want a divorce... I want to be with my daughter..."

"Let's not get divorced, okay? I swear, from now on I will live a good life with you and never go to the Song family again."

"I beg you, I want to take care of you, don't drive me away..."

Song Zhiwei lowered her eyes, her throat filled with low sobs. Her long eyelashes were stained with crystal tears, casting small shadows in her eye sockets. The afterglow of the sun coated her with a layer of shimmer, making it difficult for people to see her face clearly. She was hidden in I didn't dare to look up in the orange light, as soft and delicate as a cage of misty rain blown by the breeze on the Jiangnan Lake.

Fu Chen's face was cold, his brows were furrowed, and the suspicion in his eyes became more intense.

He couldn't figure out what medicine Song Zhiwei was selling in her gourd.

The Song Zhiwei in front of her seemed to be a completely different person.

Just two days ago, she had a high fever because she helped the Song family to collect crops in the rain. She didn't care about their father and daughter at all. Now she is crying and saying that she will take care of them.

Fu Chenshi looked around. The yard was empty. The only thing left was a well that could not be moved. The cucumber seedlings by the wall were specially given to Xiao Yazhong to eat. After the cucumbers grew, they picked them. I don't know who got into them. mouth.

Take care of their father and daughter?

Does she think she believes it?

"You are the one who wants a divorce, and you are the one who doesn't want a divorce. Song Zhiwei, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I···"

Rubbing his forehead, Fu Chenshi waved his hand tiredly to stop what Song Zhiwei was about to say, "Forget it, it doesn't matter what you think, now I just want to divorce you."

"Don't worry, I will take care of Xiaoya. You don't have to worry about whether our father and daughter live or die. As long as you sign this divorce agreement, you can take whatever you like in the house."

Fu Chenshi smiled sarcastically, "As long as you agree to divorce, I will give you everything in the house and I will leave the house."

"I...I won't sign." Song Zhiwei bit her lip and her chest rose and fell suddenly.

How could she agree to divorce Fu Chenshi after finally getting the chance to be reborn?

"I will never get divorced."

Squeezing this sentence out from between her teeth, Song Zhiwei's whole body was filled with resistance. The palm on her side was clenched into a fist, and her nails dug deeply into her flesh, leaving a row of white crescents.

In a trance, she seemed to have returned to her previous life, the night she died of domestic violence. She fell helplessly in a pool of blood. Her breathing became weaker and weaker, and her blood became colder inch by inch. She desperately waited for death to come.

She often wondered why the world was so vast but there was no place for her.

Song Zhiwei lowered her head and turned into a defender in the isolated city, silently guarding her own territory and refusing to give in.

The setting sun was like blood, reflecting on the two people, stretching their figures very long. The two were competing with each other. This was a silent competition, each with its own persistence.

The "squeaking" sound of the door breaking the solid air.

Fu Ya rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked into the courtyard step by step.

She couldn't help it, she was hungry. When she woke up after a nap, the small bowl of porridge she had eaten for lunch had long been completely digested, and her stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

The little man rubbed his belly aggrievedly, and looked at his parents who were playing with one-two-three wooden figures in the yard with a pair of big black grape-like eyes. His mouth was pursed, looking pitiful as if he wanted to cry.

The little guy is only three years old.

Compared with other children who cry and run wild in the village, he is so well-behaved that it makes people feel distressed.

Song Zhiwei immediately put the confrontation behind, walked quickly to Fu Ya with red eyes, knelt down and showed her a soft smile like a white cloud, and the warm sunset reflected Fu Ya's dark pupils.

"Are you hungry, Xiaoya? Can mommy cook you dinner?"

Fu Ya blinked blankly, her dim face suddenly brightened when she heard the word "dinner". She carefully looked at Song Zhiwei, and then subconsciously looked at Fu Chen. In her impression, cooking had always been her father's task.

She is very unfamiliar with her mother. In her memory, she would always walk out of the house with a big pot and a small pot in her hands. She would stay there all day long and would not care about her at all.

Song Zhiwei felt a dull pain in her heart and stretched out her hand to touch her daughter's head. The unfamiliar smell made Fu Ya shrink and hide away, then she quickly ran to Fu Chenshi's side.

Fu Chenshi's eyes regained some warmth, and he coaxed Fu Ya a few words in a gentle tone. When her mood calmed down, he said lightly, "Song Zhiwei, did you see that you are not welcome in our home?"

"Neither I nor Xiaoya welcome you."

The words pierced into Song Zhiwei's heart like sharp knives. They flowed from the heart along the blood vessels and into the limbs little by little as if they were mixed with ice. She was so cold that she felt cold all over. She squatted on the ground and looked up at Fu Chen who was sitting on the stool unable to move. Eye circles red.

Looking up to fight back the tears, Song Zhiwei bit her lips and showed a smile that was uglier than crying and said, "Fu Chenshi, as long as we don't get divorced for a day, the Fu family is my home. If you can't drive me away, I won't go anywhere." "

"Then get a divorce."

"I don't!" Song Zhiwei sniffed, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes. Her heart skipped a beat, and she stood up and wiped away her tears. Her cat-like eyes narrowed slightly with an arrogant expression, "Do you think I stayed here just for you?"

"Don't be sentimental when it comes to Fu Chen."

"If you want to get divorced, you can. My daughter and house will belong to me. I'll leave the house as you say. If you agree, I'll sign it now. I'll see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow."

"You're dreaming!" Fu Chenshi was furious and slammed the table. The veins on his forehead couldn't help beating. He turned around and pointed at her and growled, "Song Zhiwei, who gave me the face to compete with me for my daughter? In the past three years, What did you do to her?"

"Except for feeding Xiaoya a few mouthfuls of milk during confinement, Chuyuezi despised her as a loser and never laid a finger on her. I bought her milk with rice soup and begging for help, and fed her up one bite at a time."

"I change her diapers, bathe her, put her to sleep, take her to the doctor, wash and cook for her."

Fu Chenshi gasped heavily, and the veins on his neck were stretched, "Song Zhiwei wants a house and a daughter, where do you get the face?"

Song Zhiwei clenched her fists tightly behind her back. Facing the questions, she remained silent without saying a word. She had to stay.

"So what?" Song Zhiwei imitated him and smiled coldly, "Now you are a cripple and can't go to the fields to earn work points in exchange for food. Not only have you lost your source of income, but you can't even take care of yourself in the most basic way. With these two points alone, My daughter should be mine."

"Otherwise, if your daughter follows you, will you take care of her, or will she take care of you?"

"Or will you both starve to death together?"

"Fu Chenshi, you can't be so selfish."

"As I said before, divorce is okay, but my daughter and the house must belong to me, otherwise I will not sign, let alone agree."