There was a huge struggle in his heart, but Yan Mu didn't let the slightest emotion be written on his face, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go down and eat by myself." ”

"Okay, I'll help you. Zhang's mother hurriedly wanted to step forward to help.

The face of the person in front of him now looks too pale.

When Dr. Ming Mingjiang just left, he said that he had made a diagnosis, and the fever had basically subsided, and there was no major problem.

But her current state seems to be even worse than when she was carried into the villa last night, which made Zhang's mother a little surprised.

Yan Mu walked out of the door, couldn't help but turn his head sideways, looked at the baby room next to the door with the door hidden, and walked over unconsciously.

Zhang's mother didn't say anything, and seeing that Yan Mu didn't seem to need her support, she just followed silently.

In the room, the baby is not sleeping.

The maid was holding the little doll in swaddling clothes, and was coaxing softly, and when she saw the person who came in, she hurriedly said politely: "Young lady." ”

Yan Mu's eyes turned red in an instant, she thought that she couldn't stand Fu Chen, and the most sorry thing was this baby who was still so young after all.

Walked over step by step, took the baby, lowered her eyes, her tears almost fell, subconsciously looked out the window, and took a deep breath.

The small group that was held by her, such a tender little face, was slightly wrinkled a moment ago, but at this moment, it suddenly stretched out.

The small mouth opened and made a very subtle "oh" sound, as if to show closeness to her.

Suddenly, uncontrollably, she picked up the baby in her arms and carefully pressed her face over it.

The sweet milk fragrance on the baby's body and the extremely soft touch of that little face made her whole heart tremble fiercely.

Such a cute and well-behaved baby, her dear flesh and blood born in October.

After that, I will never see each other again.

In the future, I should never remember her.

She was ruthless, in the end she handed over the swaddling clothes to the maid, even if she didn't dare to look down again, she turned around directly, went out of the room and went downstairs.

Zhang's mother immediately followed and brought out breakfast from the kitchen.

Yan Mu ate her breakfast quietly, glancing at the door, even though she knew that he could not come back at this time, she did not want him to come back.

But suddenly, I wanted to see him again.

Mother Zhang poured the soy milk and handed it over, while speaking: "The young lady is not suitable for drinking juice and milk now, drink this first." ”

Yan Mu stirred the porridge in the bowl with the spoon in his hand, suddenly raised his head, and looked at the person in front of him with a flat gaze: "Mother Zhang, you say, there will be people in this world who will never be able to let go of a dead person?"

Zhang's mother's hand moved instantly, and the whole person's face showed great confusion and panic.

She couldn't find the slightest reason for this, let alone understand it.

He was stunned for a few seconds before he spoke in a slightly changed tone: "Young lady, what did you say?"

"Nothing. She chuckled and put a mouthful of porridge into her mouth.

He seemed to be chatting very casually, and continued to speak without hurry: "It's just that I suddenly miss my father a little." ”

Mother Zhang secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, what she said just now really scared her, and now she understands that this is the case.

Only then did she relax a little, and said with some comfort: "The deceased is gone, and it is normal to say that you will never forget it."

But I can't let it go, no matter how much I care, I probably still won't, after all, I always have to move forward. ”

"yes, I think too. Yan Mu chuckled, unconsciously, his eyes slightly sunken.

Yes, no matter how much they care, who will really remember a dead person forever?

Just like the Sheng family, the only son of the precious Sheng Zi is gone, no matter how sad and painful he is, he will still rationally choose to protect the interests of the living after all.

Mother Zhang's expression was a little unbearable, and she comforted carefully: "The young lady misses your father, you can talk to the young master, and ask him to take you to the cemetery when he is free."

The young master has always taken you first, and he will definitely agree. ”

Yes, I will definitely say yes, but there is no need for it.

She finished the last bowl of porridge in the bowl and got up: "Today's porridge is really delicious, you have worked hard." ”

Zhang's mother was stunned again, why did she always feel that the young lady was weird today?

Could it be because of the physical discomfort, or is it that there is a conflict with the young master again?

This little couple seems to have been in the cold war for a while, and she is also anxious in her eyes.

I couldn't help but say more: "The young master actually loves the young lady very much, but he is a little cold and used to it, and he is not good at expressing it, but in fact, he ......"

"I know, I know. Brother Xiaozhou has always been the best person in the world. The person who walked to the kitchen suddenly paused and interrupted Zhang's mother very lightly.

She didn't look back, because there were tears in her eyes.

It was the last time she called him that, and it was the most emotional and sincere.

The voice behind him came cautiously with surprise: "Young lady, are you talking angry?"

Her voice was still soft, and she smiled: "No, really. ”

The person behind him was obviously puzzled, and did not respond again for a while.

She went straight into the kitchen, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and looked at the kitchen door.

Zhang's mother should have been cleaning up the table, and she didn't follow up.

She took a fruit knife from the knife stand, hid it in her clothes, and put down the water glass, her expression extremely flat.

Turning back and out of the kitchen, I walked to the staircase and looked at the people at the table.

Her voice was soft and light, and she couldn't hear a trace of abnormality: "Mom Zhang, I'll go back to the room and sleep again, I've been sleeping so hard lately, I can't hear the alarm clock, you will trouble me to get up and take medicine in an hour." ”

The person downstairs immediately responded: "Okay." ”

The little worry and unease that Zhang's mother had just given birth to dissipated because of this sentence.

Yan Mu's face was calm, and he got a response, so he went upstairs without hurrying.

Outside the bedroom door, she paused and glanced at the nursery again.

The strong desire to go in and see rose again, and her hand on the doorknob turned white.

After all, he didn't go back, pushed open the bedroom door, went in, and gently locked the door.

is full of thoughts about Yan Yu, Yan Yu's future, Yan Yu's future, Yan Yu is only eighteen years old, Yan Yu is the youngest son that his father can't let go of.

Reason has been completely withdrawn from her body.

Gritting his teeth, the knife pressed down.

It should have hurt, but it didn't seem to feel anything, and there was only a blank space in my mind.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered the riverside that night.

In that grand dream-like fireworks, Fu Chen held flowers and rings in his hand, knelt on one knee and confessed to her affectionately and proposed to her.

He said, "I love you, I love my baby, and I want to give you all the good things in this world." ”