Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

The two were relatively speechless again.

I do n’t want to say it, but I really want to say that she just answered it, responded, thanked, and oh, that was also okay, at least, let them know that they can still speak and live.

Otherwise, such numbness may go crazy before they can leave alive.

"Xia Ruoxin, do you regret saving me?"

Shen Wei suddenly asked her. This was also the question they had been arrested for so long. The question she always wanted to ask was whether she regretted it. She regretted it and was regretted by her.

Now life and death are unknown, and the future is also ignorance.

"What's the use of regret? It's all here."

Xia Ruoxin sighed softly.

Instead of complaining, it is better to think about what else can be done, at least, in the current situation, what else can they use and think about.

However, she has been thinking for a few days, and the last thing she can think of is the bumps occasionally caused by the hull.

"Shen Wei, this is the first few days?" She asked Shen Wei, who was sleeping against her back, she forgot, she didn't know if Shen Wei remembered it

"Well ..." Shen Wei opened his eyes.

"A few days……"

"I do not remember."

"Me too," Xia Ruo smiled bitterly, "My little raindrops haven't been well behaved recently, haven't you eaten well, have you missed your mother?" Then she said with a choked voice.

"Xia Ruoxin."

"I'm here," Xia Ruoxin sucked his nose, and his nose was sour again.

"do not Cry."

"it is good."

"Don't cry the ash on your face," Shen Wei closed her eyes. In this blunt way of persuasion, only Shen Wei could say and do it.

Xia Ruoxin really did not cry, and the tears that fell here were lost face, but she really wanted to drizzle, fortunately, she entrusted the drizzle to Du Jingtang, and Du Jingtang would find Chu Law.

As Shen Wei said, although Chu Lu is not a good man, he is a good father. Although he has such a mother, it is undeniable that he is really good to Xiaoyudian.

That's fine, even if her life is here, even if she is separated from her daughter by thousands of miles in her life, at least, she knows that her daughter should be doing well.

She closed her eyes.

There is no day or night here. I wake up and continue to sleep. I spend it like this every day

It's not like living a long life, or being drunk and dreaming. In fact, what's the difference between them and death?

By the way, today is the first few days of their departure.

Seems like sixty-five days?

With a snap, the lamp at the bedside was turned on, and Chu Li sat up and hugged the crying daughter around her.

"Baby, look at my dad here, don't cry."

His daughter's face was full of tears. Although the child did not cry during the day, it was quiet, but at night, he often woke up dreaming, and then he inevitably cried.

"Dad, Xiaoyu misses Mom," the child wiped his tears with his little hand, and the more he cried, the more sad he became, and the more he cried, the more fierce he was.

"Jingtang."

Chu Li shouted at him.

Du Jingtang tossed off the blindfold on his face, he squinted his eyes, opened the disinfection cabinet, took out the baby bottle from the inside, and squinted his eyes, like a soul, went into the kitchen and poured water , Red milk powder.

He narrowed his eyes as he walked, opened the door, and passed the bottle in his hand, but no one answered for a long time.

"Come on," he said stupidly, but no one answered.

He finally reluctantly opened his eyes, but in the end he sighed instantly.

"Wrong way."

He came out again, turned around and walked into Chulu's room. He could not help the cry of the child inside, and the raindrops were still crying. She rubbed her eyes from time to time, only crying but unwilling to sleep.

When she cried in the middle of the night, the whole of them was in a bad mood, and they were afraid they couldn't sleep that night.

In the past few months, their master has come this way. As long as she gave her a bottle, she seemed to have found her mother. Maybe it was still the milk the mother gave her, and she fell asleep as soon as she drank it.

It was just that she was asleep, but two adults.

"Brother, how many days?" Du Jingtang was also awake. He rubbed his eyebrows and went to the side of the bed to sit down. It was really distressing when he saw the drizzle holding the bottle and drank. Now, there is n’t much meat. Why is it so thin? ”

Chu Lu patted her daughter's back gently, red blood was shining in both eyes, there was a company during the day, and this little guy at night, and now no one except him.

"How many days?" Chu Li's hand was still patted gently on the back, afraid that her daughter would wake up and cry again.

"Yes, how many days?" Du Jingtang asked again. In fact, he didn't know that a few days had passed. It seemed to be a long time ago, and he felt like it was a thing of his life.

"Today is the 65th day," Chu Lu hugged her daughter carefully and let her sleep in her arms. The little guy was still drinking milk, and the two little hands were holding the bottle, very small and pitiful.

"It's been more than two months," Du Jingtang felt really sad.

"Brother, are you still looking?"

It ’s been a long time since I found it. If I could find it, I would have found it.

"Well, go on," Chu Lu didn't touch the thought of giving up searching, he will continue to find it, using whatever he can, if it does n’t work in one day, just look for two days, if it does n’t work, just look for three days, one year No, just look for two years.

It's only two months now, and it's very short.

He will find a mother with a little rain, and he will find the daughter that he cares most in this life. The two women around him must not be less, one cannot be lost, and one can be fine.

"I see," Du Jingtang stood up. He stretched his lazy waist, and then continued to sleep. He would have to get up early tomorrow, work tomorrow, and look for tomorrow.

He opened the door, and the man followed, and poured himself a glass of water, then sat on the sofa, the glass of water went down, and he began to fall asleep again.

"Sleep, sleep ..." He stood up, walked crookedly, and opened a door. When he narrowed his eyes, when he saw the bed not far away, he fell straight down. After a while A slight snoring sound came.

Lin Qing sat up from the bed, he looked down from the upper bunk, and it really was Du Jingtang's.

And he froze, still with childish lips.

Fortunately, he slept on the bunk today, otherwise he would be crushed by this stupid person, or he would not be crushed to death.