For a while, there was silence in the house, and if it weren't for the light, people outside would even think that there was no one in the house. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zikou stood aside, and even her breath was a lot.

Taking a deep breath, Du Weiwei's expression became extremely serious, turned around, and grabbed Mu Dai's hand: "Mother, if you want to go back to the other courtyard, when you are well, I will have someone escort you back." After a moment's pause, his voice became even lower, "As for the Prime Minister's Mansion, don't go back." ”

Yusheng died, Zhang Ming died, and the two ladies of the Xiangfu died, which is inextricably linked to Du Weiwei, and there is too much gloom in such a place, Du Weiwei is unwilling to let his mother go back there.

Moreover, the two ladies are no longer there, and the mother is not aware of it.

At the end, grabbing Mu Dai's hand with force, Du Weiwei repeated it very seriously: "Don't go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion again." ”

Looking deeply at her daughter, Mu Dai saw the strong worry in Du Weiwei's eyes, and did not rush to agree, but said softly: "Wei'er now, doesn't she have the slightest affection for Xiangfu?" Du Weiwei's words were very serious and affirmative, and Mu Dai speculated so in her heart.

Hearing this, Du Weiwei's eyes flickered obviously for a moment, and the last smile on his face also dissipated: "Mother, you live in another courtyard, don't you also want to avoid those ...... in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

"But after all, I am your father's wife, the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion. That, after all, is where I belong. Without waiting for Du Weiwei to finish speaking, Mu Dai's heart was clear for a while, and she directly said her words.

Du lowered his head slightly, no longer looked at his mother, and did not say much.

"Mother is at fault, she shouldn't let you live alone in Xiangfu at such a young age." Feeling Du Weiwei's rejection of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Mu Dai selfishly felt that it was her own responsibility.

Du Weiwei's head was still lowered and he didn't move.

Withdrawing his hand from Du Weiwei's palm, he touched her hair soothingly: "If you want to blame, blame your mother, don't hate your father." ”

"Mother!" finally couldn't hold back, and when he heard the word father, Du shouted slightly and stood up abruptly.

"Mother! I never hated him, I just ...... It's just that I don't think it's worth it...... for my mother" The words were extraordinarily high at the beginning, and at the end of the words, the voice softened suddenly, and the shallow crying voice also came up.

"My mother lived in that courtyard, and my father always knew what the reason was, but he didn't want to leave those ladies to take my mother back. You fell ill and shouted to come to this palace to ask for someone. Daddy...... He didn't know what his mother wanted! For the first time, in front of Mu Dai, Du Weiwei finally vented his emotions like a child.

All the grievances she suffered, Du Weiwei can accept it, but only about her mother's affairs, she can't bear it anymore.

Hearing Wei'er's voice with grief and indignation, Mu Dai's expression finally had a crack, and those about her past poured into her brain like a tide in an instant, and she couldn't stop for a long time.

"I just want my mother to be more comfortable, so I don't want my mother to go back to that place." Mu Dai didn't speak, Du Weiwei's tears had already poured into his eyes, he turned his head slightly away, trying not to let the tears fall.

At the same moment, the grievances in Du Weiwei's heart also surged up instantly, when he was ten years old, his mother left, and he took over the dark pavilion by himself, without the protection of his mother, and carried the darkness of the prime minister's mansion alone.

On the one hand, you have to learn to deal with the affairs of the dark pavilion, and on the other hand, you have to fight wits and courage with those ladies in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Du Weiwei's small body, very early, has a different atmosphere from ordinary children.

That is, when she was sensible, Du Weiwei had only one thought in her heart, she must be sure to take back her mother, so that she can be happier, happier, and happier.

Mu Dai's expression became very complicated, and the thoughts that came to her were already confused, and for a long time, she looked at the bowl in front of her in a daze, without moving.

Zikou lowered her head, biting her lower lip and not making a sound, Miss's feelings for Mrs. were clear from the time she followed Miss, even if Miss herself was wronged, she would not say anything, she only hoped that her mother could be happier from the bottom of her heart.

Inside the house, there was silence, but the silence at the moment was very different from before, and the atmosphere was full of coolness.

It wasn't until the wind outside suddenly became stronger, blowing the unclosed window open all of a sudden, that Mu Dai came back to her thoughts and turned her head to look at the blown open window.

Zikou moved very quickly, walked over quickly, and closed the window.

At the same moment, Mu Dai's somewhat tired voice sounded: "Wei'er, everything is my mother's fate, I can't blame others, and I can't blame myself." ”

As soon as the words came out, Du Weiwei's reddish eyes looked at Mu Dai.

Mu Dai's voice was still weak, her hand slowly raised, picked up the spoon in the empty bowl in front of her, and gently flipped it: "Xiangfu, my mother must go back." If Wei'er is worried about her mother, then her mother will go back to the other hospital in a few days. Luckily? ”

A good sentence can be tender.

Du Weiwei's tears fell down again unhappily, and he turned his head, not wanting his mother to see it.

Standing up, Mu Dai walked to Du Weiwei's side, and a pair of plain white and clean hands with shallow wrinkles had been raised and put on Du Weiwei's shoulders.

"Good boy, in the future, don't cry for your mother, and don't wronged yourself again."

The words are heavy, but the words are in the heart.

"Niang ......" turned around, and Du Wei slammed into Mu Dai's arms.

The hand was raised, stroking Du Weiwei's hair very gently, Mu Dai's eyes were also filled with shallow tears, and in her arms was her most beloved child.

Zikou stood at the far window and did not move, looking at the scene of Mrs. and Miss hugging each other from a distance, and her heart was full of warmth and emotion.

The night finally fell down, enveloping the entire Ting Yuan and Du Weiwei's heart.

When he returned to the ladderless building, Du Weiwei's expression was obviously listless, and his steps were also a little sluggish, and he slowed down to the bottom of the ladderless building step by step, and before he raised his eyes to look in the direction of the third floor, he already felt a burst of heat rushing towards him, and the next moment, he had fallen into a warm embrace.

Without raising his head, Du Weiwei's little head was buried in He Xiao's arms, and he didn't make a sound, but he snorted a little sullenly.

He Xiao's heart moved, and his hand was raised, and the thick black cloak on his body had already wrapped Du Weiwei in it.