At this time, the sun is shining, full of vigor and vigor.

Song Anyang was making tea, and Susan was cutting the fruit, peeling the skin, using a fruit separator, pressing it down to the cutting board, and dividing it into slices.

After cutting one, Susan suddenly turned her head to look at Song Anyang and asked, "Do you know that your mother and aunt used to be old acquaintances?" Susan was very curious about this.

Hearing this, Song Anyang's face was slightly sluggish, and he shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it." ”

She only knew that her mother had been working and family for ten years, and she rarely participated in the entertainment organized by other neighbors.

There are always outsiders who remind her mother not to work so hard, but her mother doesn't seem to listen.

When Susan heard Song Anyang's answer, she felt even more strange; is not a particularly familiar person, Mrs. Pei will not sit down and chat, but if it is an acquaintance, why did they not mention it to each other.

Assuming that there was a grudge and a grudge, why meet at this time, and sit together calmly and talk!

It's weird, it's hard to figure out.

I couldn't figure it out, so Susan didn't ask Song Anyang any more deeply.

After the two of them cut the fruit and made tea, they brought it out and sent it to the two elders.

As they approached, they seemed to hear the words, "I'm sorry." ”

The voice is faint and light, fleeting.

Didn't hear too clearly.

Pei Yue's mother first elegantly picked up the tea sent by the two juniors, looked at Song Anyang and whispered: "Anyang, you are in good health, go back to the house to rest first, don't blow the wind, drink more water." ”

Miscarriage and production, in fact, the situation is similar, both need confinement.

But it also needs to be balanced.

Hearing Mrs. Pei's reminder, Song Anyang's eyes were slightly sluggish, he glanced at the two mothers, and finally nodded slightly, and went into the house to rest as he said.

Susan was sharp-eyed and followed Song Anyang and accompanied her in.

When Song Anyang returned to the bedroom, he passed by the baby's room, glanced inside, and touched the plush doll that Pei Yue brought to the child before her small birth, and suddenly stopped and wanted to go inside, but as soon as he stepped away, he hesitated and stopped.

When Susan saw Song Anyang's movements, her eyes were slightly stagnant, and she stood in place, not knowing for a while whether she should stop Song Anyang or remind her to face it bravely.

The two stood in place like this for a long time, and Song Anyang finally only glanced at Susan, walked into the baby room without stepping, and turned into his room.

The house was clean, tidy and as usual, but less of the usual warmth and more cold.

After entering the bedroom, Song Anyang took off his clothes directly and got into the quilt, which seemed to be very warm and cold.

Susan saw Song Anyang go directly into the quilt, stood on the edge of the bed, looked at Song Anyang who was about to lie on the bed, and suddenly said: "Brother Pei, I'm actually very angry." ”

Brother Pei is really angry with his sister-in-law.

Hearing this, Song Anyang's movements as he was about to lie down were slightly sluggish, and he gently opened his lips and asked, "I had a miscarriage, have you found out the reason?" She knew that Pei Yue would definitely find out the reason, and Susan would definitely know the whole thing.

When Susan heard Song Anyang ask the reason for the miscarriage, her eyes were slightly stunned, and she replied solemnly: "It should be a chemical potion, the medicinal properties are warm and strong, and it is easy to kill two corpses." Susan said this, paused, and finally said, "It should be..."

"I want to sleep, can you help me close the door."

Susan was about to make a speculation when Song Anyang suddenly interrupted Susan's words, put himself tired under the quilt, and said that he wanted to sleep.

Seeing Song Anyang like this, Susan's brows tightened, and finally she gathered what she wanted to say, turned around and went out, and gently closed the door.

Susan left, Song Anyang's original lying posture slowly turned around, took a breath gently, and the tears in his eyes wet the pillow.

Song Anyang has been asleep in the house, and he doesn't know when Susan and Mrs. Pei left.

At noon, Song's mother called Song Anyang to get up and eat, but Song Anyang had a poor appetite, so he didn't eat.

In the evening, Song Anyang couldn't eat.

But this time, it was not her mother who came to persuade her, but Pei Yue.

After the man returned home, he served the woman food, sat on the edge of the bed heavily, and first reached out and touched the woman's forehead, which was normal.

That's when you open your lips to speak.

The woman spoke first.

"Mom, I can't eat, you go and rest."

She has a bad appetite.

When the man heard the woman's words, his brows frowned slightly, and he opened his lips and asked, "Where is it uncomfortable, what do you want to eat?" "The man's voice is low, just simple concern, and there is not too much emotional movement.

Hearing Pei Yue's voice, Song Anyang's chest jumped suddenly, and he hurriedly turned around and looked at the man who was talking to her.

The eyes of the two met in the air, but they were both dumbfounded for a moment.

There was silence for a moment.

"I just don't have a good appetite, no, I want to eat."

After speaking, the woman withdrew her gaze from the man's gaze and wanted to get up.

The man reached out to help her up, put on a pillow, and sat at the head of the bed, Song Anyang glanced at the things on the bedside table, reached out to pick up the food, and consciously chewed.

She had eaten her mother's cooking for more than ten years, but later, she had fewer and fewer opportunities to eat.

The woman swallowed a few bites, her eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and the more she ate, the more she felt that her head was numb and swollen, and her restlessness was surging.

"If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it."

The woman's eating movements and demeanor are not good, they are all too reluctant.

Hearing the man say this, Song Anyang's movements of holding the chopsticks froze slightly, shook his hands, and finally chose to put the bowl down.

The woman put down the bowl, Pei Yue's eyes became more and more gloomy, and after they were suddenly sharp, they suddenly softened again.

"You can rest a little longer."

In the end, the man only mentioned a word, and then reached out to help the woman to sleep.

When the quilt was closed, there was no more talk to each other.

Pei Yue still had to deal with official business, while Song Anyang was lying on the bed.

Song Anyang, who had slept for a day, couldn't fall asleep again, so he kept his eyes open and looked out the window, the moonlight was bright, and the navy blue was covered with a layer of silver.

She looked at the scenery outside the window until the early hours of the morning, and then heard the sound of the door opening, it should be Pei Yue coming back.

The man was tall and long, with a steady and steady pace, slowly walked to the edge of the bed, and then lay down on the other side of the bed.

The bed is very large, and the width of the road between the two is not far away, and you can even feel each other's temperature; But it didn't get any closer.

A double bed with a sea of people in the middle.

Song Anyang stared at Pei Yue's back, under the thin and faint moonlight, there seemed to be a thin layer of cold light, which was very cold.

The woman wanted him to turn back, but she was afraid that he would look at her; I want to reach out and touch it, but I don't dare to be afraid of embarrassment and dumb words.

didn't sleep all night, Song Anyang just watched the man's back until dawn.

At six o'clock in the morning, Pei Yue got up, changed his clothes as usual, and went to the company.

It's just that this time I didn't make any more stops in front of the woman, but left directly.

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