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6 An Yao's year, with the sound of a gunshot, all the haze dissipated......

On the surface, it seems that her life has just begun, but in fact, it is already a desolation under the flowers. No one knew that her life was over.

She once said that Xiao Ziling was just a passerby in her life, and after she got rid of this passerby, she could still sing to the moon and be happy.

But she was wrong.

One

An Yao gave the account book to Ye Qingyu, and when Ye Qingyu flipped through it and raised her eyes and nodded solemnly at her, the stone in her heart finally fell.

She didn't have this dress on her when she went out, Ye Qingyu remembered; When she returned, she had changed her clothes.

That's what happened, and it's not honorable to get it. An Yao didn't need to explain, and she didn't want to explain, she told him everything about the two secret passages in Xiao Ziling's residence.

"Third uncle, can it be done this time?" One last time, she asked.

Ye Qingyu's eyes were resolute and replied, "Definitely." ”

Infallible. Providence can help people once, but it can't easily help a second time.

"What could he be guilty of?"

"Capital offense."

"That'll be fine." An Yao's face was calm, and he said word by word: "He must die." ”

The stars outside the window are shining, the sound is endless, the moonlight is like water, and it is like a light gauze mist, and the whole room seems to be covered with a faint light.

An Yao didn't sleep all night, and her mind was highly concentrated. She was waiting, waiting for Ye Qingyu's news.

She promised Xiao Ziling that she would go to him, but she wouldn't, it was just an excuse to delay time.

The sky was dawning, and An Yao didn't go anywhere today, just sat in the room of 6 Jiacheng and waited. She was extremely nervous, but sometimes in a trance. She alternated between several emotions, her heart changeable, back and forth, until the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the bed, dim and with a hint of coolness.

Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open, and Ye Qingyu stood at the door, her straight and slender figure stretched by the slanting sun. At that moment, An Yao saw the dawn of victory in his eyes.

……

The next day, An Yao was called to Ye Qingyu's place. She was flustered and grabbed his hand tremblingly, "Third uncle, is there an accident?" Was there something wrong? "Could it be that Xiao Ziling escaped? Will he come to her for revenge? Will he kill her?

"Don't panic." Ye Qingyu's voice was calm, he gently pressed her shoulder, bowed his head and said, "There is no accident." It's Xiao Ziling, he wants to see you. ”

They needed him to spit out something, but Xiao Ziling said that he wanted to see An Yao, otherwise he wouldn't speak. Success or defeat, even if he doesn't want to say it, they have a lot of ways for him to explain things clearly before he dies. Ye Qingyu naturally couldn't let him see An Yao again, he owed her too much.

An Yao stroked her chest with her hand, gasped a few times, and her pale cheeks regained a little blood, what was she afraid of? Xiao Ziling can't have a chance to turn over! She calmed herself down, looked at Ye Qingyu lightly, and said, "Third Uncle, you help me ask him, what will happen to him if he can't see me?" ”

Not long after, Ye Qingyu came out and said to her: "He said, don't look blind to death." ”

The corners of An Yao's mouth pulled out a light smile: "Then you tell him that I won't go to see him." "She's just going to keep him dead!

Already, Ye Qingyu came out again, his eyes flashing slightly: "He has a sentence, let me tell you." He said......"

"I don't listen!" An Yao suddenly raised her hand to cover her ears, her eyes looked at the ground, and she was shocked: "Third uncle, don't tell me, I don't listen...... I don't want to hear his nonsense at all! She stumbled out and ran away, and saw the light of day again. The sun outside was warm, shining warmly on people, but she didn't feel it at all.

Ye Qingyu sighed silently.

Two

Xiao Ziling finally died, and An Yao's entire world ended because of his departure. He is no longer in this world, like a puff of smoke, and the wind passes without a trace.

He, on the other hand, left a seed in her body, and without her knowledge, this seed took root in her body.

When she realized it, it was two months later that she was eating a toast in the morning and unexpectedly felt nauseous, but she didn't think about it that way. Then, she remembered her period, and her heart was a little panicked, just a little. She couldn't believe it, because although she didn't do anything at that time, she also counted the time to go, the safe period.

Although her understanding of the safe period is not very professional, she remembers that a long, long time ago, her subconscious regarded the safe period as the contraceptive period, could it be that she remembered it wrongly?

An Yao went to find Susan.

Susan told her very clearly, "You're pregnant, 9 weeks. ”

"How so? Shan. I calculated the safe period, I calculated the safe period! An Yao felt that God was always playing tricks on her.

Susan said, "There are always surprises. "The luck that some people can't ask for is like dramatization in her. Moreover, the safe period is not absolute.

An Yao stabilized her mind, and slowly, she was not so flustered and seemed very calm.

"You've had two miscarriages, and it's best not to do anything harmful to your body, otherwise you'll risk lifelong infertility." That's Susan's suggestion.

For the next month, An Yao spent the next month in a daze. Obviously, she didn't want the baby, but she was afraid of the pain, and the experience of the first two miscarriages was so painful that she couldn't afford it anymore. She also didn't want to be infertile.

She hated it, she hated it so much. Xiao Ziling is dead, he's dead! Why do you want to be so ghostly, why do you want to come to harm her!

In the fourth month, she was a little determined not to have this child. She couldn't stand it. Her life has been ruined, and she finally wants to get back on her feet, and she must not be ruined again because of this evil seed. However, Xiao Min didn't know where she got the news, so she came to find it.

Xiao Min was heartbroken from the moment he learned about Xiao Ziling's execution, and he was already disheartened. Xiao Min didn't tell her grandmother about her brother. If grandma waits like before, at least there is still hope in her heart. If it is said, it must be a heavy blow to grandma.

At this moment, Xiao Min seemed to grasp the life-saving straw and the hope of life, and begged her cryingly: "An Yao, you give birth to the child, is it good to give birth." I know, my brother is sorry for you, but his children are not sorry for you, you can't be so cruel......"

"Oh my God." An Yao let out a weak whisper. How could Xiao Min say such a thing, she was cruel? Her reluctance to give birth to a child is cruel, so that this child is born, so that she will never forget the stain of the past for the rest of her life, it is not only cruel for her, but also eternal torture!

She gritted her teeth weakly, mist slowly gathered in her eyes, and shook her head: "Xiao Min, it can't be like this, it can't be like this, it's unfair to me......"

"An Yao!" Xiao Min grabbed her hand and stared straight into her eyes: "Do you have feelings for my brother?" Even if you only have the slightest affection for him, I beg you to let his child live. Is it done? ”

"It can't be like this." An Yao couldn't help but burst into tears, and her voice became more and more weak: "Have you ever thought about me, Xiao Min?" Who is your brother, who is he? What can he give me? He's just a dead man! Why should I, why should I do it for him, why should I ...... for a dead man"

Xiao Min suddenly "pounced", knelt on the ground, and prayed sadly: "Yes, he is just a dead man, but he is dead, why can't you put it down?" I beg you, I beg you An Yao, don't hurt this child. ”

Xiao Min's pleading appearance at the moment reminded An Yao of the fact that she had humbly begged Xiao Ziling. Even if he is no longer here, 6 Jiacheng will not be able to come back.

An Yao's body trembled slightly, the dizziness in her brain became more and more aggravated, and her heart became a mess.

This is the weight of her life, which she cannot bear.

Three

After that, Xiao Min took advantage of An Yao's hesitation for a moment and moved into her house to take care of her. She followed her almost inexclusively, quit her job, and she valued the unborn nephew in her womb too much. An Yao was almost stared at by her to collapse, but Xiao Min always persuaded her to take care of her body and pay attention to her emotions softly, all for her good, she couldn't refute a word, she could only cry helplessly.

By the time he was five months old, the child had already taken shape, and An Yao still didn't have a firm determination to want it. However, after that night of thunder and lightning, she had to accept it weakly.

The rain was heavy, and in the middle of the night, everyone slept. Xiao Min lives next door to An Yao.

An Yao was awakened by a roaring thunder, the lightning outside the window brought out a thunderbolt of white light, she vaguely heard something, in such a dark and terrifying rainy night, she lifted the quilt, just wanted to turn on the light, in the heavy thunder, she saw the knife light swaying sharply.

Glare.

She was so startled that she immediately turned on the light and covered her mouth in disbelief.

Ah Quan's eyes were hideous, and his expression was distorted. The veins on his neck were exposed, and he was angrily ripping at her, from a hellish voice, "He's dead, and you can't live." ”

He held a sharp knife and pounced on her, An Yao screamed in fright: "Ah Quan! ”

She fled to the bed with some unsteady movements, and she saw the determination in Ah Quan's eyes to kill her, this child she once hated so much, now became her life talisman. She clutched her stomach with her hands and shouted out almost with all her might: "I'm pregnant!" I'm pregnant, Ah Quan, and the child is Xiao Ziling's. Are you really going to kill me? Are you going to make him the last one! ”

The knife in Ah Quan's hand paused in mid-air, as if she had just become pregnant, her lower abdomen was already bulging, and a small life lived in it.

Ah Quan's knife has never fallen.

An Yao took advantage of the moment when he lost his mind, quickly snatched the weapon in his hand and stabbed him into the stomach neatly. He fell to the ground with a bang, staring at her in pain but unyieldingly: "You'd better give birth to his child, you owe him, you are sorry for him, this is what he deserves." ”

Xiao Min rushed in at this moment. The knife in An Yao's hand fell to the ground and said to her, "Call the police." ”

An Yao didn't know how Ah Quan escaped, but now he had to be arrested.

Ah Quan was not afraid when he was arrested, but just turned around and left a sentence gloomily, like a vicious curse: "If you dare to harm this child, I will not let you go." ”

By the time the scene was handled, it was already slightly dark, and An Yao collapsed on the bed weakly, hiding her face and crying bitterly.

said that she was sorry for Xiao Ziling, where did she feel sorry for him? In her life, I'm sorry, no one has ever been sorry for him Xiao Ziling!

An Yao became troubled, she was often in a trance, and she even paid for bodyguards to follow, her personal safety was too unguaranteed.

She felt the child grow day by day in her body, the feeling of blood connection, the squirming of the first fetal movement, soft, gentle, like a fish spitting bubbles......

When she gave birth, her voice was hoarse, and her head was wet, I don't know if she was wet with cold sweat or tears. After tossing for a long time, the pain of childbirth came and went, and it was at that moment that the pain stimulated her nerves, and she really felt something that she had been unwilling to admit, which was her flesh and blood. She was tormented by the heart-rending feeling that she couldn't hold on, and it was Xiao Min who was always by her side and encouraged her. Before she passed out, she heard a child's loud cry.

Four

She gave birth to a boy with the surname 6, and the name Xiao Min did not choose, insisting that An Yao take it herself. An Yao casually threw a name, 6 Qingxun.

Clear.

Look for......

She was afraid to face her children. Yes, she chose to give birth, but she couldn't face it. She went to work after confinement. She made herself very busy and busy, and as soon as she finished her business in this province, she immediately settled in the next province; Flying from one country to another, she didn't have a moment of leisure......

Ye Qingyu looked for her after she gave birth to 6 Qingxun and gave her a note.

"If you are entrusted by others, you must do it." Ye Qingyu said: "What Xiao Ziling wants to say to you, I have written it in it. ”

He gave it to her, whether he looked at it or not, but it was her business.

An Yao clutched the note in her hand tightly and clenched it so hard that her bones turned white until she held it. She raised her hand and tried to throw it out the window, but she suddenly lost her strength. She didn't look at what was written inside, but put the note in a glass bottle and sealed it in a wooden box under the bed in her room.

Xiao Min was very distressed when she saw that she was not concerned about her son, and offered to take 6 Qingxun away, but An Yao disagreed. This is the child she has worked so hard to give birth to, and what to do with it is her own business, and she will not give her son to anyone.

Later, her business grew bigger and bigger, and she became a very rich person, and it seemed that she could be called rich.

At this time, the emotional experience of the rich woman is a mystery to others. She's single, she's pregnant out of wedlock, and she has a son. Some people say that she is not married because she loves her son's father too much; It is also said that she is a poor woman, even though she has thousands of family fortunes, but her man can't stand her and abandons her and her children. But what is the truth?

Only time knows.

When her child was born, she did not hold him, did not look at him seriously, did not nurse him, did not do anything for him that a mother should do; She hired a nanny to stay at home and leave the child in the care of the nanny; Xiao Min sometimes came to see her son, but Xiao Min had limited time after all, so she had to go to work. used to rely on her brother, but her brother is gone, so she can only rely on herself, otherwise she will not have the financial conditions to support herself or even her grandmother. No matter how much Xiao Min values his nephew, sometimes he is powerless.

Five

6 An Yao didn't see her son until half a year later, a pink and lovely baby, small, white, black and fluffy, with a pair of eyes that looked like grapes, and the purest innocence in his eyes. He giggled at her, and couldn't speak, only babbling and waving his little hands for her to hug. She hugged him stiffly under the expectant gaze of the babysitter, and his little hand was limp and touched her cheek......

Her eyes were red, and hot tears immediately burst out of her eyes. She threw the child back to the nanny in a panic and locked herself in her room and cried for a day and a night. The next day, she flew abroad again.

There are many people in China who have the idea of being a single rich woman. This single rich woman is different from others, she is not very old, too young, she does not look like someone who has had children at all, and they don't care if she has had children. In order to promote cooperation, they do not hesitate to use all kinds of beautiful male tricks. She can be drugged by anyone who drinks alcohol, but fortunately, she is much smarter, and she can distinguish the drugs, and she does not succeed; There are always people who want to get her drunk, and she can be pushed into a man's arms on the flat ground. There were too many men they sent, all sorts, but none of them were able to succeed in taking her down.

Over time, those people gradually stopped thinking about it, and they said that maybe she liked women.

The son is only one year old, and An Yao's family has changed to a nanny. At the beginning, the nanny took care of 6 Qingxun for a year, but because her husband was seriously ill, she had to go back to take care of her. An Yao gave her some help and let her go back. The new nanny, Peach Hong, is a young woman who has been married for only a few years, with raised eyebrows and eyes, with a little restlessness. But An Yao didn't pay too much attention to it, because she didn't care much about 6 Qingxun.

An Yao is a busy person, she hardly stays home for a year, and it is a miracle to be at home for two or three days in a month. She gave Peach a higher salary for a month, and asked her to take care of her son, whatever her son needed, Peach just had to buy. Taohong does take good care of her, just like taking care of her own son, at least that's what An Yao sees every time she goes home.

But that's all false appearances.

Once, she came home early from a business trip and forgot to inform Rose, and then she saw a scene she will never forget. Rosé and a young man, doing shameless things on the high-end sand of her house. Their clothes were thrown to the ground, and they did it mercilessly.

The lavish hall was a mess, with food on the table and garbage on the floor.

What about her son? 6Where is Qingxun?

At that moment, she was terrified, and the first thing that came to her mind was her son. She didn't have time to teach the dog men and women in the living room a lesson, and rushed upstairs. Two five or six-year-olds were playing with toys in her son's room, and her two-year-old son was huddled alone in the corner, his pink face with a scratch.

She subconsciously peeled off his clothes, only to see that his body was full of traces of abuse, some pinched, some twisted...... Her heart is like a knife, and her heart is dripping blood.

"Qingxun, Qingxun, I'm a mother......" she said over and over again, repentantly, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry......"

6 Qingxun was still shrunk in the corner, his small thin body trembled, his head was raised, he was so good-looking, like a delicate doll, but his face was expressionless. His dark eyes looked at An Yao, which was full of confusion, strangeness, rejection, fear, and resistance.

Unfamiliar.

His little mouth pursed and he didn't say a word, like looking at a stranger, and then he continued to hang his little head, completely ignoring An Yao.

An Yao screamed in pain and held him in his arms, tightly. He was very resistant, and he kept struggling, struggling like a lion cub, but after all, he was only two years old, and his strength was very different, and he was still hugged hard by An Yao.

An Yao kicked out all the people in the family, they lived in her house, used her money, ate her food, but abused her son. The man still wanted to beat her idea, An Yao almost took out a knife like crazy to force people away, no one can underestimate the power of a mother.

She took Peach to court, and she wants Peach to be paid back tenfold! Peach laughed, her words were like a hammer, beating An Yao's heart sharply, "What kind of mother are you, you are not as good as me!" Have you seen him a few times and does he remember his birthday? Do you know what time he goes to bed every night? Do you know what he likes to eat? You ......"

She said so much, but An Yao didn't know anything except the birthday of 6 Qingxun, and she didn't know anything.

In a trance, she remembered that someone had said something to her, he said that he was reluctant to die, she was too stupid, and he was afraid that she would be bullied in the future.

It's funny, it's funny.

Six

An Yao has become ruthless and resolute since then. Of course, the object of the vigorous and resolute is not her son.

She began to take extra care of her son in order to make up for the motherhood she had not fulfilled in the past two years. She won't be as busy as she used to be, and she will find time every day to spend with her son.

She lived in 6 Qingxun's room, slept with him every night, and gently held him in her arms. 6 Qingxun is reluctant to be hugged by strangers, he is very vigilant, always struggling with his little hands and feet, she still ignores his wishes and hugs. After a week like this, the little person may know that he can't resist, so he doesn't have to struggle. But he remained indifferent, with an indifference that should not be present in a child of this age.

She would cook for him, make all kinds of novel and delicate meals and snacks, and just want to feed him like a meaty little chubby.

She buys him toys; Talking to him, whether he wanted to listen or not, she talked to herself. She wanted to teach him to read and read, but 6 Qingxun never said a word, and always kept his mouth closed. She would tell him bedtime stories every night, and sometimes she would gently hum nursery rhymes to him, humming and humming and he would fall asleep.

He sleeps quietly, unlike other children, who lie defenselessly on the bed with their limbs spread out. One of his hands would habitually be placed on the other arm, which made An Yao feel distressed and heartbroken. The little guy is still so immature, he has no sense of security about the world.

She would reach out and touch his delicate little face lovingly, copying his features, he looked a little like her, only a third, and the other two-thirds did not look like her. She would touch his short, soft head, touch his little hands, and love to touch her. Every woman has a time when motherhood is overflowing, and they are always especially fond of pink and cute things. What's more, this thing is nothing else, it is the son she gave birth to in October.

Over time, 6 Qingxun's eyes changed when she looked at her, and there began to be a trace of familiarity, dependence, and closeness in her clear eyes, which now made An Yao ecstatic.

But that's it.

6 Qingxun still didn't speak. After teaching him to speak many times to no avail, An Yao finally showed that he was unusual, and he might not be able to speak.

She took 6 Qingxun to see a top doctor. The doctor said that he has autism, and the two-year-old child can speak normally, but he has been frightened and abused for a long time, resulting in a lack of care, and he temporarily loses the ability to be active and talkative.

The situation can be improved, but fortunately, there is still a chance.

"Qingxun, I'm my mother. Call me, Mom. You call me, call Mom, okay......" She had to teach him every day, with great patience, to endure, wait, and seek. I just hope that her son can call her.

But after a month of teaching, he still didn't want to speak. Her fragile heart finally couldn't stand it anymore, her eyes were sore, and she couldn't hold back her tears. She thinks she loves to cry, and this habit can't be changed for many years. Even if she is no longer a simple girl, she is already a mother of a child, she will still cry silently when she is sad.

An Yao cried silently in front of him. It was winter, the weather was very cold, and there was a heavy cold fog outside, and her crystal tears slid down her white jade-like face, like the beauty and sentimentality of the snowflakes when they melted, and one drop fell on the back of 6 Qingxun's hand.

His little eyebrows furrowed, and he hesitantly slowly raised his little arm and touched her cold cheek. An Yao couldn't hold back any longer, put her hands away, and put the little guy downstairs.

Seven

An Yao gave 6 Qingxun a nickname, called Xiaobao, which means little baby.

6 Xiaobao.

It's the treasure of her heart.

At dusk, the courtyard is purple and red, and the flowers and plants echo with a faint fragrance.

The son writes at his small desk, and he will be three years old in a few months. But he can already write some phonetic letters and Arabic numerals, and his handwriting is already very neat and beautiful in front of children of the same age.

When An Yao walked over, he saw that his eyebrows and eyes were bathed in golden light, and Xiao Zhengtai looked as cute and serious. The more a mother looks at her son, the better he looks, and the Meitu App is nothing more than that. Her heart was warm, she touched his head, and said gently, "Xiaobao, let's have a little competition, okay?" ”

She pulled out two boxy pieces of white paper from his small table and curled the corners of her lips: "Come, let's each have one paper, the same paper, and see who can throw it far." How about the loser kiss the winner? You come first. ”

6 Qingxun took the paper, his dark eyes moved, and he had less than 15 seconds to think about it with his little head down, then he raised his hand, slowly crumpled the paper in his hand into a small ball, stood next to her, climbed onto the chair, and threw it out of the window.

"......" An Yao suddenly...

Oops, no, it's a foul, this little guy actually knows how to be flexible, and instead of throwing the paper flat, he crumples it up and throws it again. She couldn't do it when she was three years old. Even if she had been in middle school, she might have just stupidly thrown it forward when she heard about it.

Let her son kiss her wish to be in vain~

An Yao deliberately threw the paper forward, the paper was too long, the same as she expected, the paper floated in the air a few times, and finally could only fall softly on the ground less than a meter away.

She looked at him and was about to speak, but saw that his eyes were shining, and his mouth opened slightly, and said, "Mom, you lost." ”

An Yao was stunned for a few minutes!

He spoke!

The first time he spoke,

The first time he spoke to her,

The first time he called her "Mommy",

His childish voice was crisp and a little soft and glutinous, teaching her that her heart was warm and hot, as if there was magma flowing through, and she was so moved.

"Our little baby is so smart, smarter than her mother. yes, Mom lost. Oops, how can Xiaobao be so smart! She kissed him on the cheek and held him in her arms excitedly, so that he could not see her eyes blurred by tears.

"Xiaobao, can you call again?"

"Mom."

"Call again."

"Mom."

"Scream again."

"Mommy, Mommy!"

“……”

After his son could speak, he grew into a little angel who always liked to smile. His clear eyes bend slightly when he smiles; Two small and cute tiger teeth will be exposed.

And then there's the love of doing things that normal kids like to do and asking questions. He became an inquisitive caterpillar, poking his little head out.

He would ask, "Mom, why do birds fly?" ”

。。。

He would ask, "Mom, where am I from?" ”

。。。

He would also ask, "Why doesn't the sun rise in the west?" ”

。。。

He would say, "Mom, I went to the beach with you last night after going to bed to catch fish, but when I woke up we were in bed." ”

Silly son, you're dreaming.

When he was four years old, his son would often go out to play and make friends with all kinds of bear children. He is very well-behaved, but smarter than children of the same age, he will dislike so-and-so child crying nose, so-and-so child can't wear clothes, so-and-so child walks crookedly, so-and-so child can't write. But every time he goes out, despite his young age, he is always the little leader of those children.

He's too sensible to be too worried.

But for him, An Yao always has an inexhaustible heart.

Once, he came back, clean and new clothes, gray on his trousers, and his little face one by one, and his head was stained with sand and grass clippings.

An Yao was distressed to death, thinking that he was being bullied.

But he tilted his head and took the initiative to admit: "Mom, I got into a fight with someone." ”

She asked, "Why did they beat you?" ”

He said, "I hit them first." ”

She paused.

His eyes were slightly red, and his immature face showed a sad expression, and he lowered his head and whispered, "They say I'm a wild child." “

An Yao suddenly panicked. Sure enough, he raised his head again, his two dark eyebrows were wrinkled together, and a teardrop was rolling in his eyes: "Why don't I have a father, they all have a father." Where did my dad go? ”

An Yao was stunned, she didn't know how to answer.

"Does Daddy not love me, why didn't he come to me?"

He ...... Nature loves you. An Yao pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty, gently touched his little face, and coaxed: "Xiaobao, when you grow up, your mother will tell you when you grow up." ”

He looked at her sadly, "It's okay if Daddy doesn't come to me. Does he love his mother? Why didn't he come to his mother either? ”

An Yao's heart tightened, which made her speak.

She hadn't thought of Xiao Ziling for too long, too long.

Does she love him? She didn't love him, she hated him. However, does he love her?

Later, she and her son played hide and seek, and the son suddenly took out a note from under the bed, showed a secret, and said curiously: "Mom, there is a bottle in the box, and this is locked in the bottle." "He's only four years old, and he can already read and write, but there are a few slightly more complicated words that he can't read.

An Yao was in a trance, sometimes she could hear clearly, sometimes she couldn't hear clearly, and she vaguely heard the words: If ...... Yes...... Bear...............................

The son blinked in confusion, handed the note in front of her eyes, humbly studied, and asked, "Mom, how do you read these people?" ”

The clear handwriting suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she was shocked, and it was too late to hide. The dark memories of the past came to her like a tide, and the meaning of these words suddenly crossed and condensed into a dream. In the midst of her son's puzzled eyes and her own inexplicable crying, a tear slammed into the paper, and she tore the note, tore it apart, and burned it to ashes with fire.

The wind blew, and there was no dust left.

The son's question has a definite answer here.

But that's not love, that's hurt.

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