Aya's eyes were so dry.

Those clear and pure black eyes were sparkling and dazed.

Her expression was very indifferent, accompanied by the numbness of the collapse of the sky.

She stepped back to the doorframe, turned around and snapped, shutting the door with all her might.

She leaned against the door, only to realize that she had not breathed for a long time.

Panting for breath, the gas in her chest could not make ends meet, and her white fingers pressed against her heart, like a rugged old man, staggering and urgently needing to hold on to something.

She grabbed the pole hanger next to the door.

With a bang, the hanger was knocked down by her, and she fell to the ground, trying to cling to something, but knocked over more things on the chest of drawers.

The room was constantly popping, her eardrums shook and shook, it seemed that there was blood gushing in and out, somehow there was a fishy sweetness in her throat, she snorted and screamed chaotically, and gradually cried silently, hammering the ground with her hands like hatred, tears soaked her fingers, and she just couldn't get up.

This movement frightened Garbo, who was playing peek-a-boo.

The little one staggered over, looking at Mommy in confusion and quietly.

When Aya saw her daughter, she breathed a lot, and finally her tears turned into a river and burst the embankment.

It was as if the grievance had overflowed the tip of her heart at once, and all of it rushed to her throat, blocking her limbs and sour water.

Garbo squatted down in front of her mother, her muddy little fleshy fingers touching her face, her big amber eyes examining her mother, and then her little finger pointed to the door, and her mouth snorted.

The child heard it too.

I still feel it.

Aya looked at the dark water trail on the carpet, her head like a pain, muddy.

For a moment, she remembered that on Christmas night, she fell into the sea, her breath and consciousness gradually faded, and she did not know whether it was a dream or a hallucination.

She seems to have been lifted up by a dolphin from the sinking deep sea, and the feeling of floating is very real.

Waking up in the hospital, she thought carefully for a long time, how could there be dolphins in the port?

For a moment, her mind went back to the days when she was unconscious during the operation, and her soul wandered in the white and clear space.

She saw Daddy and talked to him a lot, as well as her aunt, a classmate who had died in elementary school.

Daddy told her where to go back, told her that she had to go back, that this was not her world.

She's looking for someone.

In that white world, there was a vast sea of people, and she kept looking for him.

Didn't find it.

Until she reached the mouth of the beam, she didn't see him, and Aya was so lost.

But when she woke up in the hospital bed, she fell into deep thought.

Maybe it's a dream, or maybe it's another hint from God?

Garbo was held by her mother, and her mother trembled so much, she tried to help her mother up with her small body, and Aya stood firmly, her fingers trembling stiffly uncontrollably, and she regained her grip on the doorknob

。

The door opened again.

Aya didn't see anyone.

When I looked down, I saw a figure sitting on the wall next to the steps.

She took a step, tears fell on a line, only a few steps away, stepping on all her strength, she stupidly, with the eyes of her lover locked the silent silhouette.

When she squatted in front of him, she could see clearly the inside of his cap, the edges and corners of the thin and vicissitudes of life, which were still familiar to her and handsome, but she could see that she was so weak.

He lifted his eyes slightly, and his amber eyes flickered in the dark light, silent and scorching, deep and deep, and met her.

He smiled.

Very tired.

Aya jerked her hand over her mouth.

Blocking the throat and can't suppress the cry.

No matter what he becomes, he has always been like that in her heart, and as soon as she gets closer, she will go from being a strong single mom to being vulnerable.

She was coquettish with him like this.

He looked at her in silence, inch by inch of delicate and tender love, and raised his hand, probably wanting to touch her face, but he still had no strength.

The low voice was not as good as before, full of dark gray hoarseness, and the magnetism did not change, and asked her with a smile, was she scared?

Aya shook her head slightly.

But there were more tears.

She turned into water.

I wanted to go through the brim of my black hat and kiss his chin with a pile of stubble.

But she suddenly didn't dare.

Don't even dare to ask him, is it okay?

Her arms stretched out, touched his sleeves, and went down the sleeves, touching his temperature, and her heart burned, and suddenly it was like a fire.

But when her palm touched his arm, she found that it was not as strong and hard as before, and her fingertips were stunned, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Her eyelashes drooped, and she hurriedly covered the sour heat, lest more tears well.

She pursed her lips and tried to lift him up.

He also followed her strength and supported his body to get up, in the end it was tall and tall, the position of the steps was not good, Aya couldn't stand his heaviness, and when his ankle was crooked, his hand loosened his strength.

He fell back into place, frowning and breathing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Aya said helplessly, she was flustered, she was even more trembling in her heart, for some reason, she was afraid to see him.

"Where's the fall?" Her hands were in the air, down an inch, and she stopped trembling again: "Can't you get up?" No, I didn't mean that, I don't know what to do, I,"

He stared at her miserable little face for a long time, his narrow eyes were quiet, his long brown eyelashes were like wings, carrying a faint sigh that he couldn't spit out, he stretched out his hand, the thin knuckles were still slender and distinct, but there were many scars, some shocking, and he put her hand on his arm.

In her pupils, she seemed to be a little rabbit who was scared back then.

"Don't be afraid." He whispered to her.

has been in love for many years, he has matured so much, how can he care about what he has become in her eyes, but she is sensitive, afraid of hurting him, silly girl

。

He knows that he is not good-looking.

However, this is his best appearance in the past two years.

He closed his eyes as she lifted him up again, stumbling up the two steps, and stepping onto the threshold, his eyes closed, and the weight of his body rested on her delicate shoulders.

He turned his head slightly, and his delicate and skinny jaw touched the side of her face, which was fragrant, but he didn't have time to kiss it, he whispered, "Finally home." ”

When Aya heard this, she lowered her head, and her tears could no longer be stopped.

……**……

He was on the couch, his eyes closed and his brows tightened, and he rested for a moment.

When his eyes opened, he saw the woman standing beside him, and behind the woman's skirt, a mass of meat dumplings exposed.

The thing would blink its big eyes, tilt its head, curious, a little wary, and a little stunned, pulling at the hem of its mother's skirt to block most of its creamy face, pondering him.

He gasped and moved slightly.

His expression was calm.

The cap was not removed, covering the undercurrent in his pupils.

He flattened his hand and patted the sofa seat next to him.

Aya kept staring at him, his facial features were deeper because of his thinness, and he pursed his lips, those two lips were faintly frosty white.

I don't know how he is.

Aya thought of his daughter he hadn't seen again, Garbo.

For a while, the emotions in his heart were surging, and when he looked at his calm face again, he couldn't help but bring a lot of grievances and resentments.

She leaned over, grabbed Garbo's creaky nest, picked up the little one, and put the whole round little pumpkin on the sofa beside him.

The little pumpkin didn't move.

Probably because of the aura that the person emitted by meditation was also shocked.

Aya has never seen her daughter's stunned appearance, the little guy is arrogant, smart, the best at fighting ghost ideas, and never afraid of life, when she meets someone she doesn't like, she immediately scratches people, but it is spicy.

At this moment, he was like a goose, and his bony eyes slowly turned, observing this 'strange man' with a powerful aura.

Aya wondered what Garbo was thinking.

Garbo's pink cherry mouth was tightly pursed, exactly like the person next to her, she tilted her head without a trace, rolled her eyes strangely, and looked under the black brim.

However, the blinking thick eyelashes were gently covered by a large, thick and warm hand.

That hand was natural and gentle, carrying the love and strength unique to my father, as well as the excitement of forbearance and restraint.

Gently put it on Garbo's velvet cupola, stroking the small pinch of hair with the most gentle force, the man narrowed his eyes, and all his feelings were buried in the swirling ripples in the depths of his pupils, and his low voice was calm and hoarse after all: "Dad." ”

Garbo paused for more than half a minute and looked at this 'strange uncle'.

Her little mouth squirmed, although it was not smooth, but she could distinguish the words, and she shouted wetly: "Daddy." ”

Aya was shocked

。

She suspected that she was hallucinating.

Garbo has never been an obedient milk bun, this guy is bad, more than two years old, doesn't speak, never speaks. How many times has she teased, and even coerced and lured her to shout Mommy when she was feeding, when did the little bastard fall for it?

Xi Cheng narrowed his eyes, and taught in a dumb voice: "Daddy." ”

Garbo did the same, "Daddy." ”

He smiled deeply.

Aya glared at her daughter.

The man's arm moved lightly, and Aya understood what he meant, although the psychological gap was large, what kind of jealousy could he eat.

She bit her lip and went to hug her daughter.

Before Xiaodun Fat landed on his father's knees, Xi Cheng suddenly waved his hand.

Aya didn't understand.

But he noticed that his face was wrong, and his face instantly became very stiff, and he maintained a sitting posture, motionless.

The arm that had just been raised, he put it behind him, and Aya tilted her body to look at it.

He raised his eyes and glanced at her, his face a little ugly.

Aya was stunned and didn't look at it.

But there were traces of light trembling on the sofa, and a slight vibration was heard.

Aya's heart tugged, and Yu Guang saw him clenching his teeth, his brown skin seemed to be white, turning white, and there were beads of sweat lying on his sideburns, coldly quenched.

She hurriedly put her daughter on the ground, "Garbo obediently, go to the room to tidy up the doll first." ”

Garbo's little short legs snorted and ran, glancing back from time to time.

When Garbo entered the house, the living room became unusually quiet, and the air was stagnant and no longer flowing.

Aya was at a loss after all, and she didn't dare to look at him, and the long legs hanging to the ground in the afterglow also began to spasm/spasm, and under the dark blue wrinkled pants, the muscles on his legs seemed to be convex edges and corners, Aya lowered her head, suspecting that she was wrong, but he moved his legs back in time.

He snapped, "Sorry." ”

"You ......" Aya's eyes were foggy, and he couldn't say a word.

He added, "Is there a landline?" ”

Aya hurriedly went to get it, and when she turned over, she knocked over the cloud tea made for him on the table, because she thought too well and thought that he could take a sip.

She brought the landline and he told her to dial a number.

She called.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his hands clasped on his abdomen, he was obviously suppressing something, and gradually he couldn't suppress it, the hands and knuckles were straight and twisted a little.

Does it hurt?

Aya stood beside him, not daring to touch him, and not being able to ask.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

Aya held the doorknob, but was hurriedly pushed by the people outside.

Coming in was a tall, thin man with a typical Russian grooved nose, dressed like Xi Cheng, dusty, and carrying a black toolbox.

Without saying hello, he walked to Xicheng and spoke angrily and quickly in Russian

。

When Xi Cheng was picked up by him, he called Aya.

Aya walked over, and he asked her to find a way to hold his waist.

The tall and thin man asked in Russian: "Where can I lie down?" ”

Aya said upstairs.

"Then go upstairs."

His breath was already weak, but the meridians all over his body were tense, and his hands and feet would twitch and twitch from time to time, and the range of movements was very large, accompanied by distortion.

Upstairs, in Aya's bedroom.

The tall, thin man got him and lay down.

Aya held the quilt in her arms and wanted to cover him.

The tall and thin man asked her to get the quilt out together.

"I'm his wife, sir, and I can take care of him." Aya emphasized.

The tall and thin man looked at the head of the bed with blue eyes.

Xi Cheng couldn't open his eyes anymore, his fingers hanging beside him, and he waved tiredly in twitches and twitches.

Aya pursed her lips and understood.

She retreated to the door, and the tall, thin man was undressing him, and Aya was worried that he was hurting her, and when she turned around, his clothes fell on her.

The man came and closed the door, and told her: "Take the child out, leave the yard, and don't come in for about two hours." ”

She was full of doubts, but she did it.

She put the quilt in Xiao Shu's room next door, the navy blue T-shirt he wore, she held it tightly in her arms, she walked out, passed by the bedroom, her feet were like lead, and finally reached the staircase, he went downstairs step by step, the more she walked, the shorter her body became, she sat down in the steps heavily, and buried her face in the T-shirt full of his breath.

I couldn't hold it back anymore, and I cried for a long time.

What has he experienced in the past two years?

His appearance hadn't changed, but he was so thin that he was tired, and his eyes didn't have much sparkle, and he seemed to be smiling when he looked at her and talked to his daughter.

From the moment he entered the door, Aya had not touched his body, and she didn't know what the situation was.

She was basking in the great joy of his return.

At this moment, there is endless anxiety and sorrow.

She left the yard with Garbo in her arms and stood far across the street.

The sun at three o'clock was a little poisonous, and she tucked Garbo behind her skirt, and she stood in a daze, staring closely at the apartment on the other side of the street, the small courtyard on the first floor, the steps he had stood on just now, and the wall where he had sit.

The planting is sloppy, and the grass in the fence is lying on the ground.

The door was closed.

From time to time, cars pass by on the street, and the neighbors are constantly making noises in the four alleys.

But Aya still heard it, suppressed to the minimum, she still felt it, the screams of pain from the men in the house.

He sent it out.

So let her take her daughter far away?

What was the tall, skinny man doing to him?

It must be something she can't watch

。

He couldn't bear to let her see it, let her listen.

Aya raised her hand to wipe away tears.

"Mommy!"

As soon as she turned her head, her sons Xiao Shu and Ziming came over from the left.

"Mommy, why are you and Po standing here?" Xi Jiashu asked, but when he approached, he stopped speaking.

Zhang Ziming's eyes stared at Aya, looking at her expression, and suddenly squinted at the courtyard opposite him, he hesitated: "He Aya......"

Aya bowed her head and solemnly held her son's little hand, "Jiashu, Dad is back." ”

Xi Jiashu's grasped hand slammed suddenly, and he suddenly raised his dark eyes and stared at his mother like an eagle.

Aya squatted down, hugged her son, and repeated, "Daddy is really back." ”

Xi Jiashu's breathing stopped, and when he really came back to his senses, he pushed Aya away and ran to the middle of the road, a car roared over, Zhang Ziming scolded and grabbed him, "Look at the road!" ”

"Let go of me!" Xi Jiashu shouted, shouting and shouting that the tears of the bean kept falling, he stubbornly wiped it, fell again, and wiped it again.

I don't know who to be angry with, and my little body trembles very much.

Aya hugged her son: "Xiao Shu, Dad is resting, let's wait for him, my sister and I, as well as you, Ziming, wait together, don't worry, okay?" I know you miss Daddy......"

He gradually fell silent, his little head hanging down, his long eyelashes, and he kept trembling.

But no matter what Aya comforted, he didn't say a word, staring at the courtyard opposite.

Aya counted her watch.

The sun slanted to one side of the sky.

When she stepped up, Xi Jiashu limped over with her sister Ah Bao in her arms.

There was a movement in the door of the courtyard, Zhang Ziming opened it with a light push, and two small snorts rushed in like hot wheels, and Xi Jiashu rushed upstairs with Ah Bao in his hand.

Zhang Ziming pursed his thin lips and followed.

Aya was at the top of the stairs, planning to go up, but she caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner of the living room on the first floor, it was the tall and thin man.

She paused and walked over, and in that direction was the bathroom, and there was movement in the bathroom, and she said as she walked: "Sir? ”

When she reached the door, the bathroom door slammed shut.

After a long time, the man came out, glanced Aya up and down, didn't smile, bypassed Aya, walked to the living room to get the big black toolbox, and left.

"Sir, may I ask ......" Aya wanted to ask who he was and what his relationship was with Xi Cheng, but the other party didn't give her a chance.

She re-entered the bathroom, a strong pungent smell of smoke, and she had clearly heard the man moving inside, as if he was washing and pouring water, but when she looked closely, the floor was not very wet, and things had not moved.

Aya was upstairs, walked out, suddenly felt that something was wrong, she stopped, turned around to look back, saw what was on the back of the toilet, she walked in and squatted down, swept it with her hands, and swept out the stagnant water, which was not transparent, but faint red.

Her fingers twitched, their tips like numb drills, and she stared blankly at the traces that were gradually diluted to orange by the water, flowing to the mouth of the low pipe. The heart is like a knife cutting, knife by knife, so light and poignant.