His wife walked up to him and spread her arms like a big bird seeing her mate. Passing the year to meet him, tell his arms to be full of enthusiasm. The arms did as he said, and the two of them hugged each other, but there was a gap between the body and the body, what did this gap betray?

Liu Nian changed his shoes and walked towards the living room, his son's eyes swept over his face indifferently, and then stayed on Chen Qiao's face again, he smiled at him, the crystal saliva was pulled down for a long time, Chen Qiao hugged his son who was originally his son, and then teased: Look who is coming?

Chen Qiao's eyes were smiling, and his eyes were like flies seeing honey, sticking to the child's face. Chen Qiao is a completely Westernized Chinese, but at this time he is more like a Chinese.

Yes, there is always something that will make us quietly change.

He thought again, and when he sat down on the sofa like this, the confinement lady still spoke little, the expression on her face was the same as her verbal ability, and she brought a glass of water, like a strange guest, politely keeping a distance from him.

However, the atmosphere was too awkward, and the glass of water apparently saved him. He picked up the glass and took a sip, and the cup was placed back on the coffee table, the water was not warm and there was no constant mist from the mouth of the cup.

Chen Qiao pushed the child to him: "Hug your son." ”

He proposed, maybe Chen Qiao thought it was a good idea, until the child cried in Liu Nian's arms, and Liu Nian felt that Chen Qiao was deliberately making him unable to get off the stage. The wife took the child over.

"Did you have a name?" he asked, his voice a little tight, and his voice was too small, so that Chen Mofei asked while coaxing the child: What did you say?

"Did you come up with a name?" was even less confident, but he still raised his voice.

When the child arrived in Chen Mofei's hands, his emotions gradually calmed down, he pressed the side of his cheek tightly against his mother's chest, where there was a beating heartbeat in his mother's chest, he used to beat with her in her stomach, which made the boy feel at ease, his eyes drooped down boredly, and the confinement sister-in-law took the child over.

"He's sleepy. That's how the confinement lady defined. The soles of the cotton slippers rubbed against the floor with a slight click, then the door slammed, leaving the three of them in the living room.

Chen Qiao stood up, "I still have something." He said. The ghost knows that he doesn't have any, but he doesn't know how to face the situation at this moment, and he doesn't know how to face the passing year, he once thought about how good it would be if the flowing year never came to the door, the flowing year is his best friend, he shouldn't have such a thought. However, this idea is like spring grass, which is full of growth.

Liu Nian didn't move, didn't speak, Chen Mofei didn't move, Chen Qiao reached out and picked up his coat from the hanger, changed his shoes and went out, Chen Mofei couldn't help but remind: Don't forget to bring the key.

Don't forget to bring your keys.

As soon as these words came out, the three of them were stunned together, Chen Mofei's eyes found the eyes of the flowing year, but the eyes of the flowing year found Chen Qiao, Chen Qiao looked at the two of them, and he was pinching a bunch of keys in his hand, he felt the need to explain. So he cleared his throat.

"You know,"

He opened it this way. But in fact, God knows, Liu Nian only participated at the beginning, and then he disappeared without any explanation, just like his love affair with Chen Mofei many years ago.

But Chen Qiao still said so.

"You know, kids can't ring the doorbell when they sleep, so whoever goes out has to bring the key. ”

Liu Nian's eyes moved away from Chen Qiao's face, he lowered his head, and his two hands were a little nowhere to place. Until he heard Chen Qiao's door closing, Liu Nian let out a long breath.

Now only he and her are left in the living room. However, he did not dare to look up at her. Maybe that deliberate encounter was a mistake, and it would have been better if his memories of her and her memories of him had stayed forever years ago. After a long absence, the result was not necessarily good. It should have been put down in the first place. But now say let go?

He felt that he didn't know him well and better, or that he didn't know himself well. Maybe this is his original true face, this face, not only has he never seen it clearly, but Chen Mofei has never seen it clearly.

"Mom-----" Chen Mofei was the first to break the silence, thinking of the moment when she pushed herself, thinking of the nine deaths she experienced a month ago, she was a little confused, she didn't know what to call the old lady, but she was the mother of the old man, and she was the grandmother of her son, this is an indisputable fact, it can never be changed, Chen Mofei still decided to compromise in the end.

"Mom, how's her old man?" she asked.

"It's still like that, I refuse to cooperate with the hospital, so there is no way to diagnose it, and because I took her to the psychiatric department, she resisted it, she didn't even take medicine, she refused to take any medicine, but she didn't make trouble, our father's death must have been a big blow to her, otherwise she couldn't be like that. ”

Liunian said.

Chen Mofei had no intention of arguing with him about it. She wanted to know the real purpose of his trip. Did he say goodbye? She guessed he was too embarrassed to open his mouth, so she decided to open his mouth for him.

"What do you say, it's time to go. You don't have to worry about me here, everything is fine, the confinement lady is powerful, the most important child is sensible, obedient, not too troublesome, you can start early, go early and return early. ”

Passing years smiled. I wanted to tell her that I was sorry, but I couldn't talk about it, and besides, he also had a hard time. He was a little irritable, and somehow he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"I -----," he muttered.

Chen Mofei stretched out his hand and held his hand in the palm of his hand, Liu Nian felt the temperature from his wife's palm, which made his heart settle for a moment, he didn't know how he came over these days, of course, he also didn't know how his wife came over.

After giving birth, until now, she is occasionally troubled by low mood, always wants to cry, but for unknown reasons, the repetition of sleep becomes light, either can't sleep, or easily wake up after falling asleep, and can't sleep when she wakes up, around, oh no, the whole room is cold, as if the whole world is deserted, she stares at the roof of the house, often staring at it for a night. She knew that this would not work, but there was no way to solve this problem, she did not dare to let others know her situation, when she was just out of confinement, she went out to go to the pharmacy to buy some sleeping pills, but the pharmacy would only sell her sleeping pills if she had a prescription, she didn't have time to go to the hospital to prescribe, so she went home again, went home and saw her son, and saw him pounce on her with two chubby little hands, and she was in a slightly better mood.

However, that's not all.

She was holding the child, and the confinement lady was silent most of the time, so her son didn't like to be with her very much, unless it was bedtime, he often looked for Chen Mofei and Chen Qiao. He loves to laugh very much, he doesn't cry much, his mouth is grinning, revealing bright red gums, the skin on his face is stretched out by his smile, and his eyes are narrowed. His eyes were big, big and bright even though they were narrowed, and he was so beautiful.

Chen Mofei sometimes talked to him, and he babbled in an ominous response, she couldn't understand baby language, and he couldn't understand what his mother was saying, but such a conversation could go on for a long time.

When the boy and Chen Qiao were together, they looked completely different, Chen Qiao's hands were not light or heavy, but the child liked it very much, and he often laughed so much that the floor was ringing.

She told herself that she should be happy, that she should be happy, that the child should eat her milk, and it is said that the mother's emotions will be transmitted along with the milk to the baby, and the child will be aware of whether his mother is happy or unhappy when she feeds breast milk. However, she couldn't make herself happy, and she thought of many ways. At first, it may have been due to longing, she missed the passing years. She wondered why she missed her husband so much during confinement, he had been for quite some time, she hadn't missed him that way, and she thought he would come back. What now?

No, he will definitely come back now.

No, she wasn't sure if he would come back now.

Sometimes she wanted to snuggle into a man's arms in the middle of the night, burying her whole head in his arms and wrapping her arms around his body, and she would put her hands in his pajamas and let her skin speak directly to his. She wanted to hear her husband's breathing, his subtle snoring, or that he would come back later and get into the bed with the cool air of the night, and she wanted to be by her side as a matter of course, even if she didn't say anything, just hugged her like that, and imprinted her moist lips on her forehead.

She may still feel inexplicably sad, she may cry inexplicably, she may be hysterical, she may even lose her temper with him, maybe......

Oh, there is no possibility, even if there is an infinite possibility, he still will not appear by his side. He always had so many things to do, to deal with, to take care of, as if he could never take care of her.

They got married, but they became less and less like husband and wife. At first it was a little bit like she remembered that he had come back from across the ocean, that time they had registered and received their certificates, and they were husband and wife in the legal sense, and she remembered the way he had rushed in through the door to herself at that time, and she looked at her eyes, and remembered how he threw her on the bed.

Yes, you can't blame him, too many things have happened in the past year, you have to give him time, but who gives her time?

She still wanted to cry, sometimes looking out the window in the middle of the night, imagining herself like a bird, quietly slipping down the window. She felt that her thoughts were dangerous, but those dangerous thoughts were like wild horses that she could not control.

At this moment, the man sat in front of him, should he tell him and the plate? No, no, no, he himself was already troubled enough.

The woman reached out and spread the sofa cushion more flat, almost subconsciously, mechanically repeated, monotonous and boring.