The childish voice of the child interrupts. Cheng Junyu, who is in a daze at the tombstone, looks back at me and is slightly stunned.

Maybe it was I who noticed that I was not the one who spoke just now, so I focused on Siji again.

Provocative demonstration?

What is this?

"Oh He burst out laughing and looked at Cheng Junyu. There was anger in my eyes. "Cheng Junyu, you shouldn't have brought her."

Eyes fell on her slightly bulging stomach, I Leng for a moment, then guessed that most of it was Cheng Junyu.

I pursed my lips and said, "Hello!" The haze in my heart is still, but it is not so obvious.

For a long time, she drew back her eyes and walked towards me, her voice was shallow and distant, "Hello, Miss Shen!"

She seemed surprised to see me. Her eyes fell on Siji in front of the tombstone. She was distracted for a moment.

I haven't seen her for many years. She is more and more charming. She's childish, but she's reserved.

The woman's voice was a little familiar. I turned around and was slow for a few seconds. I saw that it was Lu Ke.

In the early morning, the fog dispersed, and a woman's voice sounded behind her, "Jun Yu, let's go home!"

Yin and yang are separated, so what we can do is to take good care of each other.

Yes!

Occasionally heartbreak like pain erodes me, fortunately there are four seasons, she mixed me, Huai'an memory attachment, I come out from the pain, gradually let go of the past.

I don't cry like an adult. My memory of that child is getting shallower and shallower. Sometimes I think, Fu Shenyan is so excellent. What will our child look like?

Dream, she said, "Shen Shu, I help you take care of him."

The morning fog is still, I pursed my lips, looking at the Yellow photos on the tombstone, choked in my heart, four years, dream back to midnight, I can always see Muzi waving goodbye to me with that child.

Cheng Junyu nodded, throat trembling, he nodded, "very good!"

It's hard to see.

Obviously asked the child's name, "Shen Jishu!" I opened my mouth, and my eyes fell on the tombstone. Siji wiped the dust off the photo with his little hand.

He looked at me. "What's her name?"

It seems that I have never told him that Muzi has gone, and now he is here. I'm afraid someone has told her.

He looked at the four seasons eyes too quiet and deep, presumably guess the majority.

Cheng Junyu is not stupid. When I had a miscarriage, he knew that Siji was not my child, so he should know.

Children's speech is strange, logic is strange, but soft voice, especially distressing.

"Mummy Muzi, mummy said you are very important to her, mummy is very important to me, and you will be very important to me in the future."

She is about the same height as the tombstone, and she doesn't have to bend down to get in touch with the photo. Usually, mother and daughter meet and look at each other, as if the cycle of time, mother and daughter embrace and cry.

Four seasons nodded, the child is too small, it seems that do not understand the life and death of the perennial parting, the sunflower on the tombstone, she looked at the tombstone on some yellow photos.

Muzi didn't want to give the child to Cheng Junyu. Naturally, I won't either. It's selfish and Muzi's last wish.

"Four seasons, give the flowers to Mummy Muzi." I opened my mouth and planned his question.

For a long time, he looked at me, "the child is..."

A large and a small, look at each other for a moment, father and daughter blood, pull countless, he pursed lips, brow frown.

Lu Ke said, "Miss Shen, don't get me wrong. I want to follow you. I don't blame Jun Yu."

I laugh, no longer say, eyes on her stomach, "you so brazenly come to see her, not afraid of her midnight dream, to your debt?"