Life is just like this.

Every day, Song would open the window, look out the window, and look at the courtyard door from time to time.

Wen Lang hasn't been here for a long time. I remember the last time I came, in addition to the joy of being a father for the first time, when he looked at the hideous scar on her face, his eyes were full of guilt, and for some reason, he looked away in a panic for a long time.

Song didn't want Wen Lang to feel any guilt, it didn't matter what happened, she was very happy now, she didn't want Wen Lang to feel guilty. She was waiting, hoping that her gentle man would come.

But she knew that Wen Lang was busy.

Song stroked her bulging lower abdomen, even though the scar on her face was a little hideous, the smile that her eyebrows, eyes and lips couldn't hide were so gentle. Giving birth to a child for the man she loves, such a happy feeling, overflowed her heart.

It's almost winter. In two months, the baby in the womb will be born.

Wen Lang still didn't come today. Song got out of bed with some difficulty, touched the needlework basket, and sewed a child's small padded jacket under the candlelight. Stitches and threads shuttled between the cotton cloths, and her shadow was reflected on the window paper.

"Knock knock. "The yard gate was smashed to pieces.

Hearing the sound, his fingers were suddenly punctured by a needle, Song hurriedly put down the vegetable basket, got up with his stomach, and slowly pushed the door out with his fingers: "Who?"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Outside the courtyard door, Wen Shaoqing slammed the door hard: "Open the door! Open the door, beauty!"

As soon as he heard Wen Shaoqing's voice, Song was overjoyed and hurriedly opened the courtyard door.

The general opened the door, Wen Shaoqing hugged Song with a strong smell of wine, and Song stumbled and almost fell without stabilizing his foot.

Song hugged Wen Shaoqing tightly and held him steady, she smelled the smell of wine on his body, and tried to call him: "Wen Lang?"

Wen Shaoqing smiled and shouted drunkenly: "Late autumn...... Late autumn...... My beauty, why is it only open now?"

It has not been so intimate for too long, and Song's face flushed: "I...... I'll help you in first, it's windy outside. ”

Wen Shaoqing laughed and hiccuped, and subconsciously buried her face in her sideburns, still familiar and gentle fragrance.

Closing the door, Wen Shaoqing kissed it, and said vaguely: "Beauty...... You're fat...... You've got your stomach on me......"

Song couldn't help laughing, and sneered with a red face: "Have you forgotten, because there is our child." ”

In a word, Wen Shaoqing stopped his movements. He looked up blankly, and the scar on her face was visible in the candlelight.

His eyes widened in anger and he shoved her away, "Ah!"

Song was caught off guard, was pushed back several steps, and sat down on the bed. A trace of grievance appeared in his eyes, and he called him hesitantly: "Wen Lang......"

Wen Lang screamed, Wen Shaoqing was stunned, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the wine woke up half in an instant. He put his gaze back on her face, and when he touched the scar on her face, he hurriedly staggered his gaze, and did not look away, so hideous and dazzling, and said for a long time: "I'm leaving." ”

"Wen Lang," Song Shi got up with his stomach, his hands and feet were a little at a loss, and he was silent before saying, "Okay." ”

Wen Shaoqing turned his back to her: "Well, take care of the fetus." With that, he left.

I don't know why, Wen Shaoqing didn't want to see Song's face again.

Maybe it was because the scar made him feel extremely guilty, or maybe it reminded him of his biological mother Zhou, who was also burned to death, the eldest lady Zhao who was ruthless but raised him, or the third lady Bai who insidiously poisoned Song Wanqiu, or because he felt that the scar on Song's face was extremely ugly and dazzling now.

Winter is finally here. Song sat on the bed through the window paper, and could vaguely see the snow outside. She stared blankly at the courtyard gate, except for Aunt Zheng, who had just come to deliver food, no one came.

The gentle man she missed.

Aunt Zheng has been in a hurry recently, and she hasn't heard any news of Wen Lang from listening to her.

There was no charcoal fire in the furnace, and the whole house was much colder. Song wrapped the quilt tightly, a little cold. She was a little thirsty and wanted to drink some hot water to warm up.

Song struggled to get out of bed with his stomach, came to the table, fumbled for the kettle on the table, and wanted to pour water to drink.

There is no water. She turned to look at the furnace, and she thought for a moment. Still wearing a thick cloak, carrying a kettle in one hand and a bamboo basket containing charcoal in the other, he planned to go out of the yard to the kitchen to order charcoal and pour a pot of hot boiling water.

Under the snow, her nose was red from the cold, and Song warmed her cold hands and just walked to the corridor.

A few maids sat on the railing and chatted.

"Have you heard, Young Master Wen brought a woman back to the house last night, and this time I heard that it was the top brand of Zuihuanlou. ”

A girl was surprised: "Yes, yes." ”

The sour one next to him said: "What about the top brand, the Qinglou woman is the Qinglou woman, where can she be innocent." Hey, if only one day, Young Master Wen would like me. ”

A girl quipped: "Haha, Xiaolan, you, don't dream." ”

"But didn't I hear Xiaohong say that Young Master Wen got along with Lord Yin Ouyang of Fengtian Mansion some time ago, I heard that Miss Ouyang took the initiative to show favor to Young Master Wen. ”

"It seems like there's something going on. Listening to Brother Si, who was guarding the door of the mansion, that Miss Ouyang was always running to the mansion these days. ”

The maid next to her was surprised: "Isn't this Miss Ouyang trying to marry into our Wen Mansion to be the eldest young lady?!"

"What about the ugly woman who is already pregnant in the side courtyard?"

"Ahh......h It's not even qualified to be a side room, even if she is pregnant with Young Master Wen's child, with her identity, she is not worthy of lifting shoes for Miss Ouyang......"

"Bang dang. Song listened attentively, and she didn't even know what was in her hand.

The maids were startled, turned their heads one after another, and saw Song standing there, so frightened that they were so busy that they were silent: "Song Niangzi." ”

Song's face was pale, and he bowed his head at them, and forgot to pick up the things. Slowly turned around, held his stomach and walked back slowly.