Chapter 121

It was a world that late autumn could not enter. At that time, she did not know Leng muxun.

The finger falls on the lips of the man in the photo, as if he can feel the temperature when he kisses her in the morning, but the man in the photo, the woman he always wants to kiss in this book, is just minqiu.

I really want to read this book. No matter whether the story in the book is related to Leng muxun and minqiu, she really wants to read it.

When she came to the window, the hidden curtain blocked the strong light outside and softened her sight of reading. When she opened the first page and read word by word, she felt the sad and tender beauty of the words in the book.

The tone between the lines was full of sadness and dullness.

In fact, only read a page, she even guessed the end, this is doomed to be a love without results.

Therefore, he can only rely on minqiu with his back to feel the hopeless love in his heart.

I just want to love you.

It's him and everyone in life.

It was getting dark, but she was still immersed in the plot of the story. She even forgot the poems and fruits in the toy room next door.

At the beginning of the bleak study, she didn't feel anything, but her eyes were still staring at the words in the book, tangled and pained with a heart for the ups and downs of love and hate of the hero and heroine.

Behind the door opened, but not poetry and fruit, the man quietly walked behind her, and then stretched out his hand to light the incandescent lamp switch in the study, the sudden light let late autumn flash eyes, and then subconsciously turned back, but just on the Leng muxun's eyes, "so look down your eyes will flower..." he said, eyes fell on the book in her hand.

I just want to love you.

The unknown author, however, wrote a sad and beautiful story that made her feel deeply.

No further, he only said half of the words, his hand fell on her hand to open the book, "give it to me, the children are hungry, waiting for you to have dinner together." Said, he naturally took away from her hands that "just want to love you.".

"I..." she wanted to say that she had not finished reading. When she wanted to continue reading, he had already walked to the desk with a book. Then he took out a key to open the drawer and threw the book into the drawer. "Don't look at these nutritious books, there are many books on them, you can read them."

He said it in a low voice. It seemed that there was really nothing. However, she could feel that he had obviously blocked her from the world between him and minqiu. He didn't seem to want her to know more about the story between him and minqiu.

If you don't see the ending of the story, just like you can't predict the ending of Leng muxun and minqiu, or he and himself, walking out of the study with that suspense, you even have a heavy step.

"You leave work early."

"Well, I don't trust you and the children, so I came back early." The book, when he walked out of the study with her, was completely sealed and hidden in the corner drawer of the study. Maybe, she would never read it again.

A little smile, "thank you." But in my heart, it was a bitter taste. I don't know how long he gave her?

Can it be a lifetime?

If it was so long, then he should have let her finish reading the ending of the book just now. Unfortunately, now he wants to let her finish reading it, and she has no mood to read it.

Yes, it's just the depression of the heart.

The children had already gone from the toy room to the dining room. When they went to the dining room, they had to pass the living room. When they stepped on the carpet, she saw two bunches of Hibiscus in the living room and on the dining table.

That's minqiu's favorite flower.

Sitting quietly, she found that only children are the happiest, because they don't think about the deep things outside the world.

"Mommy, daddy bought roast duck. It's delicious."

"The cook from old Beijing baked it himself. It's still hot. For this reason, I went to my study to ask you to eat it. It's not delicious when it's cold." Leng muxun, as if nothing had happened, pointed to the roast duck on the table and said.

"Thank you." You're welcome to put a piece into your mouth. It tastes good. The meat seems to melt in the mouth. It's not greasy at all. "Delicious, poetry, fruit, eat it."

The children ate with her. They didn't eat at the same table with Leng muxun for several days. It seemed that the children were a little bit more comfortable. Leng muxun saw it. He picked out two pieces of duck meat and put them on the small plate of poetry and fruit. "It's better to eat with seasoning."

"Thank you, daddy."

After dinner, two kids pester him to tell stories. In late autumn, she leans on the sofa to watch TV. In the living room, she is happy and warm, which makes her feel that maybe this life will be like this.

But, is everything really like this?

Minqiu is always a knot in Leng muxun's heart. He tells her to accompany him through the days of minqiu.

Occasionally, he looks at the way he raises his hands and feet. His wound should be much better. When the medicine was applied yesterday, the wound was stretched. It was a sign of new meat. Then it will be better soon.

"Daddy, tell me another one. I want to listen to snow white."

"Didn't you say that?"

"Tell me again, that's nice. Daddy, can you cut that old witch down so that she can't hurt snow white? I don't want snow white to eat poisonous apples Guoguo cries and shakes Leng muxun's arm.

Wan Qiu chuckles, reaches for her hand, presses the remote control, turns off the TV, and then goes to the opposite side of the children and sits down, "Guo Guo, do you think that if Snow White doesn't eat poisonous apples, then, does she still need the prince to save her?"

"Yes, if she hadn't eaten the poison, the apple wouldn't have been lying in the crystal coffin, and she wouldn't have met the prince."

"So, in fact, the old witch also acted as a matchmaker for snow white and the prince in disguise, do you understand? Sometimes, people will be blessed by misfortune and get a lifetime of happiness. "

Shi Shi and Guo Guo tasted her words together, and slowly understood, "well, Dad, you'd better follow what you said before. We'll listen to it again. Mommy's words are very reasonable."

Listening to a story is like being a person. In fact, no one can guarantee what will happen in a person's life, but both the lucky and the unfortunate have their causes and effects. For example, she and Leng muxun, in fact, meeting him is her luck, but meeting him can also be said to be her misfortune.

Leng muxun once again patiently tells the story of snow white for the children. When he sees the one who tells the story for the children, his expression is not like him. He is very patient with the children.

It's really quiet in the living room, only Leng muxun's voice is left. Even she has heard stories with the children. I don't know how many times she has told the stories she heard since she was a child, but she still likes this story and relives the plots. She is sad and happy with snow white.

"Oh, Mommy, you have a nosebleed." Is leaning against the sofa, lazy listening to the cold muxun magnetic male voice, poetry suddenly yelled at her.

"Mother Zhang, bring a basin of cold water quickly." Leng muxun looks back at late autumn and shouts to mother Zhang who is passing by the living room.

"Yes, sir." Zhang Ma went to carry cold water. In late autumn, while lying on the sofa, she tore some paper from the tea table to wipe the blood on her nose. Leng muxun had already stood up and grabbed the paper in her hand. "Give it to me, I'll do it."

I feel dizzy when I close my eyes. Maybe it's because of more blood flow. I didn't think so much about it in late autumn. Soon, Zhang Ma brought water to her. She simply gave herself to Leng muxun and let him toss about. After a while, she wiped the blood off her nose, and the blood stopped flowing. The soft paper stuck in her nostrils, After a while, it's completely stopped. You can get up again. "

"All right." She is a little reluctant, head more and more dizzy, "but Xun, I want to sleep."

"Lie down for a while, I'll take the poems and fruits upstairs, and I'll take you upstairs after they are put to sleep." He took her as a child, his voice floating in the ear, maybe, she really shouldn't think about anything, he said to give him time, then give it.

I just want to fall in love with you, but when I think about it, she wants to see the ending of the book more and more.

Seeing her silent eyes closed, he picked up the remote control beside her and casually turned on a variety show channel, which was a concert, "late autumn, you listen to music, I'll go downstairs soon."

"Daddy, we don't need you to send us upstairs, and we don't need you to coax us to sleep. Shishi and I will take care of ourselves. We used to be very good when Mommy was sick. We never used to coax us. I washed clothes myself."

"Puchi", late autumn smile, but fortunately, she reached out in time to cover her lips, just let the laughter smaller, because Leng muxun blocked between her and poetry and fruit, so the two families did not find her smile.

At that time, Guoguo used three pots of water to wash clothes and flooded the bathroom. If a Shuang didn't find out in time, he was afraid that the whole floor would have been soaked. However, she can't mention it again. She can't stop the enthusiasm of children. It's a good thing for children to love work and encourage them.

Leng muxun seemed to hear her laughter, but he didn't point it out. He said to Shishi and Guoguo, "Daddy will send you upstairs and then cover you with quilts. Is that ok?"

"All right." The two little guys agreed, but they didn't love her.

It's just nosebleed. She really doesn't take it seriously. This problem has been around for several years. It's just that she often doesn't let the children know about it. When she chased Leng muxun to Leng's, it was also because of the nosebleed on the bed sheet. She even foolishly told Xia Jingxuan that she lost her body. Now she feels very embarrassed, and it's embarrassing.