“…… This one was taken when she was full moon...... And this one, it is what she looked like when she just woke up, Shaozhi, you see, Jing Jing's brows are furrowed, is it exactly the same as you......"

In the bedroom on the second floor of the Feng Mansion, Bo Yuzheng was holding a thick photo album in his hand, while his wife was smiling and softly on the side, explaining to him carefully.

His gaze was firmly fixed on the pink baby in the photo, and he was reluctant to leave for a moment.

It was the 'girl' he had been looking forward to for so long but had never met.

Sleeping, waking, crying, laughing, one after another, and under each photo, there is her mother Juanxiu's handwriting, recording the time of shooting, and bits and pieces about this photo.

He understands her thoughts, and she understands his regrets, so he records them bit by bit, just as he never missed the growth of his 'daughter'.

On the last page of the album, there is a group photo of her holding her child, and the mother and daughter are smiling at the camera.

His fingers couldn't help but caress the big and small people, his eyes soft and focused.

And she looked at him, suddenly a little bitter, so many photos, there are 'women' alone, there are her and 'daughter' together, and many of them are Chanlton 'women' and some friends holding their children together, but there is a missing photo between him and Jingjing's 'woman' and 'daughter'.

Her mind suddenly uncontrollably thought of the conversation between him and Feng Weilan, which she had overheard just now, and was silent for a moment, and finally hesitated and whispered: "Shaozhi, I just heard what you and Weilan said on the steps.

He looked up and saw his wife's expression of 'desire' and stopping, and sighed in his heart, but there was distress hidden in the depths of his eyes.

He closed the album and put it beside him, and reached out to take her into his arms, and she couldn't see him, only to hear his voice ringing in her ears.

"Yes, I know everything, I'm sorry Yisheng, I let you go through this alone in Shanghai that year. ”

She froze in his arms, unable to move.

And he hugged her tightly, his arms were full of suppressed self-blame and pain, he lowered his head and deeply 'kissed' her forehead, "I'm sorry." ”

It took her a long time before she could speak again, her voice still slightly astringent, and she muttered and repeated, "You know everything?"

He didn't speak, just nodded.

When she first arrived in Wuhan, she woke up from nightmares night after night, although she never refused to say, and always pretended to be relaxed every time, but how could he not be worried?

In fact, Lu Fengyang had already told him what had happened before, and he knew that in order to prevent herself from falling into the hands of the Japanese, in order not to become a threat to him, she did not hesitate to fight to the death.

Such a painful past, even if he thinks about it now, makes his heart uncontrollable, and he aches for a while.

And at that time, even though the military affairs were heavy, he could also detect that there must be something he didn't know, and she was hiding it from him.

The sadness she tried so hard to hide in her eyes was so heavy that she had woken up from nightmares too many times, and then, in order not to worry him, she leaned into his arms and closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, but her body remained slightly stiff until dawn.

Chu Yan couldn't stand his 'forced' questioning, and finally cried and told him the whole truth, and at that moment, he finally understood what the real pain was, for him and her, the child who had no chance, and for her to bear the pain of being alone.

Chu Yan cried and said to him, "Uncle, I beg you not to tell Miss that you already know, she tried her best to hide it from you, she blamed herself so much...... Even if you tell her that you won't blame her, it's not her fault, she won't be able to stand it...... At least for now, she won't be able to stand it......"

How could he not understand?

He understands her as much as she understands him.

He was as considerate of her as she was of him.

So every time, he watched her smile and smile, gritted his teeth, and pretended not to know, so that she could feel at ease.

Then behind her back, she did everything, only hoping to slowly erase the wound in her heart.

Yisheng leaned into his arms and slowly shed tears.

After so many years, the person she wants to hide the most is him, and the only person she hasn't hidden is him.

She remembered that when he was in Wuhan, he was so busy, but he would never neglect her in the cold, and those gentle kisses, warm lingering, softened her stiffness little by little.

It turned out that he had known and always known since then.

She remembered all the thoughtful care he had given her over the years, and the joy he couldn't hide when he knew she was pregnant.

At that time, she was also happy, not only because of the joy of the arrival of the little life, but also because she could finally be relieved.

And his joy, in addition to the joy of being a first-time father, is more because she can finally let go.

"Shaozhi, do you blame me?" she asked softly in his arms.

He tightened his arms around her and 'kissed' her forehead again, "Fool." ”

She was about to say something, but the phone in the room rang suddenly, and he went over to answer it.

I don't know what to say on the other side of the microphone, and the emotions in his eyes that have not been completely withdrawn have gradually converged.

After hanging up the phone, he turned his eyes to look at her, and after a while, he finally smiled, "Yisheng, the plane that delivered the aid will return early the next morning, and I will still have time to send you." ”

She shook her head and said, "Who said I was going back to England?"

With such a short reunion, how could he be willing to part with her, but at this moment, he could only speak, "Yisheng, don't let 'sex'." ”

She looked at him quietly, "Even if you don't allow it, I will let 'sex' this time - Shaozhi, I thought about it before I came to Chongqing, Jingjing has Mrs. Chanlton to take care of her, and she will be fine." And I, unless I'm with you to pick her up, I'm not going to go first. ”

"Yisheng ......"

He still wanted to say more, but was interrupted by her smile, and her eyes, with a persistent and determined light, opened her mouth word by word, "Besides, on the plane to Chongqing, I was interviewed by a Times reporter. Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, the whole world will know that General Bo Yuzheng's wife, because she is full of confidence in China's victory in the war against Japan, has deliberately returned to China this time to advance and retreat together with 40,000 compatriots.

He slowly frowned, but she still smiled, "You say, if I go back to the UK at random at this time, what will everyone think?"

He didn't speak, and she smiled, got up and walked in front of him.

Although he had already thought of it, he was still a little angry that he insisted on asking her to leave, so he raised his face to look at him, with a little anger in his voice, "It's a matter of the end of the boat, if you want to scold, scold - anyway, I must be by your side." ”