Shattered Glass

I heard the laughter in the yard from afar, her laughter—Jing Xuan stopped and listened attentively, her eyes falling unconsciously on the snow-covered hedge.

"Eniang, Eniang..." Yunke's laughter was also joyous, his speech was already very clear, but he still had the milky air of a four-year-old.

He slowly raised his hand and grabbed some snow on the hedge. It was cold, he clenched tightly, and the snow melted into cold water and ran down between his fingers and fists.

Four years...

The laughter of her and the child was full of laughter. He listened, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Was he happy for these hurried, unmarked four years? Is she happy?

When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, the maids all smiled to see Mei Li and Yunke **** and making a snowman. From time to time, Meili cast a small snowball and hit Yunke's fat little **** with a big laugh. Yunke was also not convinced, and threw a snowball at her mother, causing Miri to dodge around.

"Ama!" Yunke caught a glimpse of him at the door and ran towards him with a smile on his face. At the age of four and a half, he was extremely dependent on his father, and he would hang on whenever he saw Ama.

Jing Xuan was accustomed to picking him up and patted the snow marks on his body, but his eyes were nostalgic for the playful smile that had disappeared on Mei Li's face.

"Master, are you back?" She smiled at him, her smile softly and quietly, but she looked like a good wife specially prepared for him.

"Yeah." He nodded, holding Yunke in his arms, and reached out to take her cold hands into the house because of playing in the snow.

She was pulled obediently by him, but looked at Yue Mo, who was already married, and told her to sweep away the snow in the courtyard.

Every time it was such an unintentional moment, it pierced his heart most deeply.

Disappointment, disappointment approaching helplessness.

She is a good wife, she treats him coldly, serves him carefully, is respectful and courteous to Suying, and loves Yunjue. In the past four years, she never let him worry about it, but he knew that for four years, forty years... he would never go back to her heart, and her heart all rushed to her son.

She was finally his wife, her heart had obeyed, but... it was no longer the Miri he wanted.

She has filled a stove for him and placed it in his hand gently and carefully. She smiled at him: "Are you hungry? Today I have your favorite snack."

He nodded and smiled. It turned out that he was not a lucky person either. The heavens gave him some, and he must take some away. He also recognized it.

After dinner, fearing that Yunke would annoy him, Mei Li led him to play tangrams. Jing Xuan sat in the warm chair behind the desk, holding the paperwork that was not done during the day, and silently watching a mother and a son sitting on the kang. The look of the game.

She was 22 years old, and the vivid expressions she used to play games with Yunke made him so familiar and nostalgic. Although this sincere smile was not for him, as long as he could still be seen, he was satisfied.

Whenever this happened, he would be a little unwilling to thank Yunge, it was Yunge who stubbornly held the woman he loved so much that she didn't completely disappear into this world.

After watching for a while, he faintly ordered: "Prepare water."

The maid left, and Mei Li also kissed Yunke's little cheek knowingly, and personally sent him to the door, watching him eagerly when he was led back to the room by the nurse. But when she came back, she still had a gentle smile on her face.

He looked at her smile, his heart would be empty for a moment, and then he got used to it.

The warm water filled his neck, and he felt a little pressure to breathe, and his heart was dull. Wow, wow... There was a slight sound of water, she was behind him wiping his back.

"Miri." He couldn't help calling her again. In fact, he didn't know what he was going to say. Gradually, he didn't know what to say to her. After four years of calm and calm, they are familiar with each other, but the strangeness in their hearts is accumulating silently.

"Huh?" Her hands are so gentle, yes, she and him are already too familiar, bathing and sleeping together... just right.

He shook his head and said it was all right.

"Suying is about to give birth?" She wiped his smooth and firm back, her tone was so light and breezy that he was helpless.

"Yeah!" He snorted impatiently.

Husband and wife, he really understood the meaning of the word so deeply. He and Suying are husband and wife, and so is He Miri. Lovers need love, couples... don't need it!

"Do you want a daughter?" She asked. In fact, she wanted a daughter very much, so much, but she couldn't bear to have another child to share Yunke's maternal love. She loves Yunke and has become idiotic. Moreover, she didn't want to have another child who was destined to be embarrassed. She couldn't afford so much guilt.

"Whatever." He stood up, and she quickly got up from the water, wringing out the towel to wipe him. He stepped out of the bathtub and lay down on the Kang Lid. Every time she heard her talk about Suying frankly, Yunjue, including the child Suying was about to give birth, couldn't help being irritable.

She dried herself, put on her underwear but didn't immediately go to the kang. There was a bowl of warm soup on the table, and she drank it seriously.

He looked at her. She had been drinking this medicine for four years, and he did not shy away from him, nor did he stop it. Although every time he thinks that she does not want to have a child, he will feel resentful and heartache. He smiled coldly. He does not lack children, and he does not want her to share her heart again. Yunke has already gained too much. , Another one... is left for him, even less.

He didn't blow off the bedside lamp, her emotional expression, her blinding eyes of obsessive desire, he was addicted to love, he made her so happy, he could satisfy her and please her in this way, The moment he got each other, his heart was at ease and hot.

She was no longer troubled by the nightmare, and she always smiled sweetly in his arms. He, who couldn't sleep, knew that she... wasn't him in the dream.

who cares? Who cares what happens in the fleeting years and what they become in the fleeting years?

She was warm and soft in his arms, he closed his eyes, and his peace of mind and satisfaction at this moment was enough for him to live a lifetime!

The door was knocked softly, and Yunke said in a low voice, pretending to be pitiful: "Ama, Mother."

She woke up in his arms and trembled, and everything about Yunke made her extremely sensitive. He sighed secretly, took the underwear beside the pillow and put it on. Mei Li also woke up, agreeing to Yunke's call while dressing in a panic.

After tidying up, Jing Xuan went to the kang and opened the door, and Yunke jumped in and hugged his leg, "Ama, I'm afraid, I want to sleep with you."

Mei Li lowered her eyes, looked at a dark place in the corner of the room that was not illuminated, and said nothing.

Jing Xuan frowned and picked up the little baby on her lap, "I came here with so little clothes? Where's your nanny?"

Although she didn't say, how could he not know what she meant.

"Nanny is asleep, she's not as good as Emianxiang." Yunke drilled into his arms and blinked slyly. It was obviously a flattering lie. "There is no Amalxiang's."

Jing Xuan hugged him into the bed and put his arms around him, quite suspicious of retaliating against him for lying, "Isn't it? Sleep on my side."

"Hmm...Hmm..." Yunke curled his lips, "In fact, Niang is a bit more fragrant."

"Either sleep with me or go back to sleep with your nanny!" He forcefully pressed Yunke who wanted to crawl away.

Miri couldn't help but smile.

"Okay." Yunke agreed with a failed urn, and was twisted in her arms by the bad-hearted Amma, and finally fell asleep after a while.

Mei Li pulled the quilt for the father and son, and lay down close to Jing Xuan's back... Yes, with this warmth, she could live a lifetime.

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