After putting the kids to sleep, I sat on the edge of their beds and felt uneasy.

Jiang Nan had already made a bed in the other bedroom, waiting for me to go over and rest together.

At this time, I was like a new daughter-in-law who was about to enter the cave room, with excessive shyness and anxiety.

Subconsciously, I thought I should sleep with the children, so I didn't want to leave.

Jiang Nan pushed open a crack in the door and asked me softly, "Why haven't you come back to rest?"

In desperation, I had to follow him out of the room.

Before closing the door, I looked back at the sleeping children, and the two of them were sleeping in the same position.

Back in the bedroom, Jiang Nan handed me the two small notebooks.

He said, "I have to go to work tomorrow, so take a good look at these two little books and call me if you have anything." ”

I took these two little notebooks and knew very well what he meant.

I don't have a good memory, and I can't remember a lot of things clearly. He was worried about me, after all, it was not easy to take care of children alone.

He added: "This epidemic is still in the protective stage, you try to stay at home and don't go out." ”

I have an impression in my mind about the epidemic, which may have something to do with my constant attention to real-time news.

To reassure him, I said, "I won't take the kids out, so don't worry!"

He smiled and rubbed my head, and said dotingly, "If you feel sick to your stomach, you have to lie down and rest, you know?"

I nodded in agreement, and began to look through the two small books, Jiang Nan also leaned on the bedside to read.

I finished reading two small books in a few clicks, and the text form is helpful for my memory.

The above content has been in my mind for a long time, so a simple reading will make a little impression.

Jiang Nan said while reading the book: "Come and sleep when you're done!"

I let out an "oh" and scrambled into bed and lay down, but I didn't dare get too close to him.

He turned his head sideways to look at me, and immediately laughed, and the corners of his mouth were deep and beautiful.

I looked at the pear vortex at the corner of his mouth in fascination, and he motioned for me to lie down in his arms, and I hesitated a little uncomfortable.

He laughed out loud and said to me, "The first time we were together, I never saw you squirm like this." ”

I glanced at him.

I don't have a good memory, although I saw the marriage certificate and knew that he was my husband, but I didn't think of him at all, how could I not be embarrassed?

He sighed lightly and said, "It's all old husbands and wives, and there will still be this kind of shyness, do I have to thank you for your amnesia?"

I stared at him intently, maintaining a distracted posture.

He felt very familiar to me, the kind of familiarity that was etched in my bones, and that's all I can be sure of now.

I still can't think of anything else.

Seeing that I was motionless in a daze, he thought for a moment and said, "Come here and I'll tell you a story." ”

I also knew I was going to have to lie down, so I had to rub it over. Lying in his arms, the familiar smell of his body suddenly made me feel very reassured.

I involuntarily breathed a long sigh of relief, and drilled into his arms hard, no matter how comfortable I lay down.

He smiled and said, "Your body is more honest, tell you a bedtime story, do you want to hear it?"

I nodded, and honestly nestled in his arms, in fact I was a little sleepy now.

His arms were quite comfortable, and listening to his mellow magnetic voice, and feeling the mesmerizing breath of his body, my heart was drunk.

He said, "What kind of story would you like to tell? ”

I looked up at him, and when I looked at him from this angle, I saw that he had a few gray hairs on his sideburns.

Am I dazzled? I got up and looked closer, and I was fiddling with my hands, and it turned out that I really had gray hair.

I asked him, "How old are you?"

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "How old do you think I am?"

I said, "You have such a young face, but why do you have white hair?"

He whispered, "I've been worrying about you so much all day, can my hair not be white?"

I asked him, "Then why don't you divorce me?"

He was visibly stiff, turned his head to look at me, and I noticed that his face had changed.

The smile on his face froze, and he asked me in a low voice, "Do you want to divorce me?"

I felt like I had said the wrong thing, but I didn't know what to do about it.

I had to tell the truth: "Aren't you tired of worrying so much about me? Look at your hair is gray." ”

He withdrew his gaze from looking at me, closed the book in his hand, and said, "Sooner or later, hair will turn gray, and this is a natural law that no one can escape. ”

I asked him, "I have a bad memory, I can't remember many things, and you must be very hard with me, so why don't you seek relief and leave me?"

He said, "You just don't have a good memory, don't think about it, okay? People nowadays don't have a good memory, this is a trend." ”

I was puzzled and asked, "What trend?"

He thought for a moment and said, "I'm about to turn into a goldfish!"

I said casually, "Is that the so-called goldfish attribute?"

He said, "That's a fitting description! Sooner or later, everybody will be like that, you're a pioneer." At that time, everyone was very happy, and there was no memory and no pain. ”

I said, "But I'm in pain right now." ”

He looked at me with a deep gaze. He asked me, "Then tell me, why are you in pain?"

I looked at him and said, "I'm afraid I can't remember you like this, what if I lose you one day?"

He looked at me and suddenly smiled, rubbed my head vigorously, and said:

"You're just selectively amnesia, not dementia! let me leave you for a while, and I'm afraid of losing me for a while, can you stop thinking about it all the time?"

He turned off the lights, put his arms around me, and started telling me stories. As I spoke, I heard his sound sleep.

He slept deeply, but he didn't snore, and he breathed quietly like a child.

I stroked the gray hair of his sideburns, and a wave of guilt rose in my heart.

He must have broken my heart. Having a daughter-in-law who is so forgetful that she can't remember him must be very hard!

The night light in the room is unusually soft. Reflecting the contours of his face, it looks so familiar in his eyes.

I whispered, "Didn't you say you were going to tell me a story, why did you put yourself to sleep?"

I leaned gently against him, and all kinds of feelings lingered in my heart, but I couldn't figure out a clue.

I read the things in the small notebook and probably have an impression, but I always feel that my work recorded on it is not quite right.

That's a question, and I'll definitely ask Jiangnan tomorrow morning.

I fell asleep in a daze, as if I had started dreaming.

I don't know where I came in my dream, but at first it was foggy and I couldn't see anything clearly.

I walked aimlessly in the fog, but I didn't feel scared because I knew it was a dream.

I thought I was going to stomp into the air and fall quickly.

I can't say why, I just feel that I will definitely fall into the air like that when I dream, and finally wake up all at once.

But what I thought didn't happen.

As I walked, the fog suddenly lifted, and I came to a place where the birds were singing and the flowers were scenting. As far as the eye can see, it is a scene full of spring.

All of a sudden, I was happy, oh oh! What a wonderful dream! I love it!