After the words that should be said were finished, Xia Xue silently left Ao Mingjie's room.

As she reached the door, she turned slowly and looked inside at his back, where he was still sitting in front of the window, looking into the distance.

The smell of loneliness emanating from his back lingered no matter what.

Xia Xue sighed and said silently in her heart, Mingjie, I hope you are all well.

After Xia Xue went downstairs to the living room on the first floor, Ao Mingjie's parents scrambled to ask her about the result, she looked at Li Manni and said, "I have tried very hard to convince him, but I don't know if he listened." It depends on his creation. ”

Li Manni's face was tinged with melancholy, and when she sent Xia Xue out, she said to Xia Xue sincerely: "Xia Xue, no matter whether Mingjie can listen to you or not, but thank you." ”

Xia Xue patted Li Manni on the shoulder: "Mannie, you must take good care of the child in your belly." ”

Li Manni nodded: "I will." ”

Xia Xue said: "Call me if you have something." ”

After separating from Li Manni, Xia Xue drove home.

When she got home, she opened the door of the living room, but she didn't see her husband, but saw that on the table of the eight immortals in the living room, she asked him to go to the supermarket to buy the dishes when he left the company.

She thought, she should be upstairs.

So she ran upstairs in small steps, came to the door of his study, and sure enough, she saw him working with his head bowed inside.

He looked so focused that he didn't seem to notice her coming in, and it wasn't until she called him that he woke up from a dream, looked up from the file, and saw her, his handsome face with a warm smile: "I'm back." ”

After speaking, Ao Tianji got up from the chair, walked to the door, touched her head dotingly, and asked, "Have you seen Mingjie?" ”

Xia Xue took the initiative to take his big hand and pulled him to the edge of the bed to sit down, and then answered his question: "See." ”

Ao Tianji's long legs were folded, his hands were on his knees, and when he heard Xia Xue's words, his face showed concern: "What is the result?" ”

"I've already said everything I need to say," Xia Xue remembered Ao Mingjie's complicated look as he listened, and said, "He needs time to digest what I've said." ”

Ao Tianji sighed: "I hope that after he listens to your words, he will not be slumped again." ”

Xia Xue patted his leg and said happily, "Mannie's child is four months old. ”

"Time flies." Ao Tianji smiled lightly.

"If you have time another day, accompany me to buy baby products for her," Xia Xue said enthusiastically, "Although their family is not short of this money, Mannie has to take care of Mingjie now, how can we have time to buy it, and this is also our heart." ”

"Okay." Ao Tianji readily agreed.

She herself is obviously sad and sad that she is not pregnant with a child, but she is generous and positive in buying baby products for others, and she looks like she wishes others wholeheartedly.

She's really selfless.

Three days later, Xia Xue received a call from Li Manni again.

"Xia Xue, thank you." Li Manni's behavior of thanking her first made Xia Xue unable to react for a while.

Xia Xue frowned slightly: "Mannie, thank me for what?" ”

Li Manni's voice was filled with joy and excitement: "It's Mingjie." ”

"Oh," Xia Xue reacted quickly, "what's wrong with him?" ”

Listening to Mannie's tone, is there good news?

Li Manni smiled: "I don't dare to say that his attitude towards me is very different from before, but at least, he has stopped saying those words that drove me away, although he still scolds me often, but the scolding words are far less bad than before." And he didn't tell me to let me kill the child. ”

After Xia Xue heard this, she was sincerely happy for Li Manni: "Congratulations, Mannie." ”

Li Manni suppressed her excitement: "Xia Xue, it was your words that influenced him, so he made changes." I really appreciate you. ”

Xia Xue said modestly: "I didn't actually do anything. ”

She just reminded Ao Mingjie that those who were resented and hated by him were the ones who loved him the most.

After chatting with Xia Xue for a while, Li Manni hung up the phone, then went to Ao Mingjie's room, took a coat from his closet, went out, and went downstairs.

Ao Mingjie was sitting in the garden basking in the sun at this time, the sun was very good today, although there was a little autumn chill, he didn't feel cold at all.

He was reminiscing about what his grandmother Zhu Surong had said when she came to see him just now.

Zhu Surong's voice was very gentle, and his smile was full of kindness, exactly the same as his childhood memories: "Mingjie, if you are unhappy, you can try to keep a diary." I remember when you were a child, you liked to write a diary, I once asked you what you wrote in your diary, you wrote everything, you wrote what you were happy, and you wrote when you were unhappy. Do you still want to pick up a pen and write something? ”

He smiled bitterly: "I haven't written in many years. ”

The diary he wrote when he was a child, most of the records in it were hatred for Ao Tianji and resentment against the injustice of the world.

But as he grew up, he had less and less time, and gradually, he lost the habit of keeping a diary.

Zhu Surong's vicissitudes of life but warm hands gently covered his cold big hands: "Mingjie, in fact, life is very beautiful, when you describe it through words, you will find that you will get more joy and happiness." ”

"Grandma, I haven't written it in years, and my hands are raw."

Among grandma's four grandchildren, only he is the most like Zhu Surong, who walked into Zhu Surong's study when he was a child, stayed there all day, holding those extracurricular books, and read them tirelessly.

The essays he wrote as a child also won many awards, which is the only thing he is proud of.

After so many years and so many things, he was not sure if he still had the ability to write.

"Silly boy, as long as you write a few more articles, you will naturally become proficient," Zhu Surong smiled kindly with encouragement, like a ray of sunshine, shining into his heart, "Give it a try, okay?" Or you will regain your old happiness. ”

He was also tired of the days when he had nothing to do, nothing to do, nothing to do, and he felt more than once that such days were worse than death.

Zhu Surong's words reminded him of a small hobby that had been sealed in his heart for many years, and his emotions needed an outlet too much, or, writing a diary was really a good way.

He remembers that every time he wrote a diary when he was a child, his mood would improve, if the recorded things were good, his mood would be better, and if the recorded things were bad, his bad mood would improve because of confiding.

At that moment, he smelled a familiar scent wafting through the autumn breeze behind him.