Zhenfeng stared at the pattern in the coffee cup.

"I told you to sit here just to tell you that you and she had better not meet again."

"Why?" Zhenfeng raised his head.

"Your family must have sued you, you are married, and you have children of your own. Do you think it was a wise choice for you to meet her? ”

Zhenfeng clenched the cup and pursed his lips without saying a word.

"Amnesia is actually a subconscious form of self-preservation. If you can't think of it, don't think about it. It's true to live your life well. ”

"You-" Zhenfeng looked directly into Wang Zi's eyes: "Are you afraid that I will snatch her?" Pick-up"

Wang Zi looked at him, guessing her weight in his heart at this moment, why was there no confusion in his eyes when he mentioned her? Rather, it is a kind of firmness and perseverance.

This made him faintly uneasy.

Wang Zi took a sip of coffee slowly and said coldly: "I'm afraid that you will bring her pain." ”

"Pain?" Zhenfeng was stunned: "I don't understand. ”

When she was with him abroad, she was obviously very happy.

They are like a happy family.

"I don't understand now, it's because you have amnesia. It is necessary to see the essence through the phenomenon. Later - you may understand. ”

Momo sat on the edge of the pool, burying his head in his own thoughts.

"Mom, if you sprinkle the fish again, the fish will die." Forget to remind worriedly.

Mo Mo came to his senses, put down the fish in his hand embarrassedly, pulled his son in front of him, and looked at it carefully:

The eyebrows are full, like him; The eyes are large, like oneself; The nose is high, like him; The lips are warm, like oneself; The chin is slightly upturned, like him. The aura and focused look are also like him.

It was the crystallization of his and her love.

Those years of love.

Just like yesterday, but already years.

"Your dad...... Why didn't he come? Momo couldn't help but ask.

"You want him to come?" Forget to roll his eyes.

"Nope." Momo flatly denied it.

"Then you don't want him to come to Luo?"

Momo opened his mouth and couldn't argue. More and more, she found that this child was very delicate.

"No wonder—" Forget tilted his head, looking like he had suddenly woken up.

"What's the wonder?" Momo was curious.

"No wonder my father arrived at the door of the house, but suddenly asked the fourth uncle to bring me over, and I went back by myself."

"Going back?" Mo Mo's heart sank, remembering the scene of the dispute between the two last night, he was angry, right?

"I've been here with my dad a few times and you're not home. Mom, are you mad at Dad? ”

"Nope."

"Really, not?" Forget to approach Momo: "Mom, why are your eyes red?" ”

"It's fine. Maybe I've been watching the fish for a long time. ”

"Alas, you adults always like to fool us children." Forget sighed and shook his head like an adult.

Momo was forgotten to say it, and he couldn't answer.

"Mom, I heard my great-grandmother say today that next Sunday is Dad's birthday, so you need to prepare a gift."

Zhenfeng left the café and wandered the streets like a lost soul.

People come and go, high-rise buildings, but there is no familiar one with him.

He was like a stranger who had walked through the wrong time tunnel, unable to find his way back or see the direction ahead.

Crossroads.

A thug ran a red light in a mess and was almost hit by a speeding car......

A fragment swept by.

Zhenfeng nerve tightened and grasped firmly.

He hung his head, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands.

He heard the wind,

A rapid and terrifying crash was heard.

A woman pushed him away, and her body flew out like a feather, bleeding all over the ground......

She fell into his arms and laughed with tears in her eyes!

Who is it?

Who is she?

The blurred features......

He wanted to come closer, to see better, to see more......

Debris flew towards him.

He let out an "ah" in pain, curled up, hugged his head, and squatted on the side of the road.

When I got home, Xiaoya was humming a song to lull the child to sleep.

The low and sad melody, the thin and gentle tones......

Why, why is it so familiar?

Zhenfeng relied on his memory, and the voice of the little girl, humming the tune of the dream.

"Brother, why do you know this Korean tune?" Xiaoya turned around and said strangely.

"This is Korean?" Zhenfeng was surprised.

"Hmm. It is an episode in the famous Korean drama "Winter Love Song". ”

"Isn't it a lullaby?"

"It's not. It's a love song. Lovers sing to lovers. The gist is that I will protect you, and you will wait for me in the same place at all times and in all places. ”

"I've heard—" Zhenfeng muttered as he looked out the window, "I heard it when I was asleep." Very sad tune. ”

"It must have been sung by Shiyin. We learned it together at the time. ”

"Poetry......" whispered, and a woman's beautiful face and small sad chant floated in his mind.

She is the one who sits on the edge of his bed and massages him and sings to him every day?

When she sings, her mood must be sad, right?

Zhenfeng moved his steps, step by step up the stairs.

Why?

Why did she leave herself?

Zhenfeng stood in front of the window, standing until his legs were numb.

In the middle of the night, it started to rain.

The rain was heavy.

The raindrops hit the window, sliding down the streaks of water, like intersecting branches.

Zhenfeng heard a distant voice in the curling rain and mist.

It was the sound of a young girl banging on the door.

He settled, and the cigarette butt in his hand fell to the ground.

The girl stood in the pouring rain, and was very sad and eager to call him to open the door.

But

Why didn't he open it?

Why didn't he open it?

Anyone who hears such a bitter plea will be moved and unbearable, but why can't they open it?

He woke up from a dream, his hands on his ears, and his body leaning against the wall.

However, there were still voices that passed through unknown places, through heavy rain and fog, through layers of barriers, and into his eardrums:

Isn't it just dumped by a woman? What's the big deal! I've been dumped by you more than a dozen times, and I haven't seen me borrow wine all day long to drown my sorrows! ”

"Do you hate me now?"

"Do you think that if I hadn't intervened in it, you and her might have been done a long time ago?"

"Sue you, even if you don't have me, you and she can't make it!"

"Because she's—here, it's full. There is no room for other people. ”

"If you love her, you should let go and fulfill her. Let her go, she's gone, you still have me, I'm here with you. ”

"You are the best man in the world to me, and I have only waited for you to fill the blanks."

"Mom, I love him! I love him! ”

"Li Zhenfeng, don't forget our four-year covenant."

……

"It's so late, why don't you sleep?" Li Roulan pushed open the door and saw Mo Mo sitting on the bed knitting.

"I'm not sleepy yet." After Momo finished speaking, he couldn't help yawning freely, looked at his mother, and smiled embarrassedly.

The mother walked to the side of the bed and looked at it, "This glove seems to be a man's one, right?" ”

"Oh. A few days after Wang Zi's birthday. ”

"No wonder." The mother looked at her daughter with a sneer: "You still say that you don't have him in your heart?" ”

"Mom—don't think about it. He's a forgetful father, shouldn't I give him a gift? ”

"It should be. But why stay up all night here if you just go to the street and pick one? ”

"It's not that you don't know that his picky problem is rare in the world. Those who spend money outside, how can he take a fancy to them? Momo yawned again.

"I think as long as you pick it, he'll like it. You're sleepy like this, go to sleep, I'll knit some for you, I don't have anything to do during the day anyway. ”

"No, no—I want to finish it myself."

"You, obviously have him, why do you pretend not to care. Alas-" Mother sighed, looked at Mo Mo and clapped her hands, "Go to sleep, it's almost time." ”

Mo Mo looked at his mother's old back, was stunned for a while, patted his face, cheered up, and continued to fly needles and threads under the bright yellow light.

Zhenfeng was sweating profusely, talking nonsense in his mouth, no matter how Ren Xiaoya screamed, she couldn't wake up, and the worse thing was that Nian Nian had a high fever.

Momo was woken up by his phone.

She looked out the window at the dark night, and then she realized that she had fallen asleep while weaving.

When he saw the caller ID "Xiaoya", Momo felt uneasy in his heart.

Sure enough, as soon as the mobile phone was connected, there was a panicked voice from the little girl:

"What to do? My brother is sick and Niannian also has a fever, what should I do? ”

Listening to the cry of the child on the other end of the phone, Momo's heart was pinched together: "Little girl, little girl." What's wrong with Niannian? ”

"She had a fever."

"Where's Aunt Li?"

"My grandmother died, and my mother and father died. What to do? "Little girl, the six gods have no master.

"If the child has a fever, you can put an ice pack on her first, and I will rush over."

Mo Mo put down the phone and hurriedly got up, forgetting that there was a woolen needle on his leg, and his hand was scratched by the sharp knitting needle, which hurt hotly, and red blood came out.

She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it, grabbed her coat and bag and rushed out.

A round bundle of yarn rolls to the ground, tearing out a long stretch of yarn.

The rain is still falling.

It was already five o'clock in the morning when Momo arrived there.

The thermometer poked in and looked at the degrees on it. Momo immediately decided to take him to the hospital.

Zhenfeng had already woken up, but his face was pale, his head was sweating, and he was groggy, holding Niannian, and got into Momo's car.

The child's fever subsided at 10 a.m.

Momo asked Zhenfeng to see a doctor, but he insisted that he was fine.

Momo had no choice but to take cold and headache medicine, buy hot porridge and come back to force him to eat it.

Zhenfeng porridge hadn't finished eating, and when he looked up, Mo Mo was already sitting there, holding his cheek in one hand, propping himself on the table and dozing off.

Zhenfeng poured out the rest of the porridge, took off his coat and draped it over her, and sat quietly next to her, resting her head on his shoulder.

The trees outside the window were swayed by the wind, and the melodious wind chimes from nowhere gradually blurred the vision of Zhenfeng, but slowly became clear.

He saw that there was also a child lying on the bed, and he had also sat in front of the hospital bed with her arms in his arms, and her body was also covered with his clothes, they were like husband and wife, like parents guarding their children.

Yes......

Yes......

The image in my mind is being screened, but it is again fragmented in black and white.

Zhenfeng's headache flared up again. It was like a pair of black hands tugging at his nerves.

He put his arm around Momo with one hand and knocked on his head with the other, trying to relieve the pain there.

Momo seemed to sense the uneasiness of the person he relied on in his sleep, frowned, and muttered.

Zhenfeng stopped knocking on her head and watched nervously, afraid of waking her up.

Is it a bad dream?

Why do I wrinkle my brow when I fall asleep?

Zhenfeng stretched out his left hand and gently and delicately stroked the folds on her forehead, like a child, earnestly, persistently, and stroke by stroke.

Feeling the strange movement on his face, Mo Mo pouted again and muttered something unhappily.

Zhenfeng looked at her mischievous appearance and smiled. His eyes fell on the two warm lips, as if he was enchanted, he was stunned, and leaned down to kiss him.

Why is there no sense of abruptness?

Why is it so familiar?

Zhenfeng wondered, doubted, and kissed deeply.

Why does it feel so good and so desirable?

He hugged her tightly, tossing and turning, obsessed.

Mo Mo woke up a little, slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and blinked a little blankly at the pair of deep and burning eyes in front of him.

Zhenfeng stopped moving, stopped breathing, and whispered like hypnosis: "Sleep, sleep." ”

Mo Mo blinked, couldn't resist the heavy sleepiness, and closed his eyes again.

Zhenfeng hugged her, looking at the sleeping face of the child on the hospital bed, and the heart that had been empty and couldn't find a landing finally settled down, with a sudden happiness.

Nian Nian still has a low-grade fever and a cold, and in order to prevent the two children from being cross-infected, Momo decided to take her back to her home in Nanhai Yiwan.

Zhenfeng hugged Niannian to the second floor, entered Kangkang and Mo Forget's room, Mo Mo's clothes were spit up by the child, and after washing, he came out to see that Zhenfeng had fallen asleep curled up on the side of the bed.

Momo carried the child back to his room, and then returned to cover Zhenfeng with a quilt.

She hadn't seen him since she had returned home, and when she looked closely, she saw that he was much thinner and haggard, with sunken eye circles and a beard growing on his sharp chin.

Her eyes were red, and her nose was sour—this man always made her heart ache.

Was he dreaming?

Is it just like yourself that you often can't sleep and sweat on your head?

Momo took a towel and gently brushed away a lock of hair from his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat. When he retracted his hand, his wrist was caught.

Zhenfeng closed his eyes, with a painful expression on his face, and said urgently: "No, don't!" No! ”

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you're dreaming, dreaming......"

"Hmm...... No...... No...... Don't leave me, don't ......" Zhenfeng twisted his eyebrows, his eyebrows trembling, and whispered.

Momo knelt in front of the bed, held his hand, and choked up, "I'm here, I'm here." I won't want you, I will always be with you and accompany you......"

"Accompaniment...... Stay with me...... I ...... "Zhenfeng's feelings slowly calmed down, and I was ashamed to be quiet."

Momo put his hand on his face, tears rolling down his face.

The man in his thirties has yet to start a formal relationship.

There were two wedding banquets, but both times ended in tragedy.

He started taking care of the household at the age of seven, cooked and took care of his younger siblings at the age of ten, worked to help the family at the age of thirteen, and was imprisoned in his twenties.

When she was pregnant with Wang Zi's child, if it weren't for him, I am afraid that there would have been no her and forgotten in this world, and now, she almost lost her life several times for her......

Why did he live so hard and tired?

Why is such a good man so lonely all the time?

Momo put down his hand, covered his mouth with one hand, and hurriedly turned around. The pain and tears in my heart had broken the embankment, and I stood up when I saw the person standing at the door.

Wang Zi looked at her deeply, his eyes full of injury.

He resolutely turned around, holding a cane in one hand and the handrail of the stairs in the other, his steps heavy and his back staggered.

Mo Mo was stunned for three seconds and ran to the staircase, but he just watched, unable to open a word. She heard her mother call him.

He said in a hoarse voice, suddenly remembering that there was something else to do, and he was leaving.

How long had he been standing in the doorway?

How caught up in her own thoughts was she not hearing his footsteps?

She knew what he was thinking,

But what did she say?

Even she didn't know what she was thinking!

Sliding down the wall, she sat cross-legged at the top of the stairs, whining and crying quietly like a helpless child.

"It's raining outside - umbrellas!" Li Roulan said urgently.

Momo seemed to react suddenly, ran down the stairs, grabbed the umbrella in his mother's hand, grabbed his slippers, and rushed out.

Wang Zi was walking into the garden.

Momo rushed up and propped the umbrella over his head.

He stopped, leaned sideways, and blocked it with his hand.

Momo hit the umbrella on his head again.

Wang Zi moved a step, and Mo Mo followed.

He stopped.

Momo also stopped.

"You...... How long will you have to be entangled with him? He turned to look at her and asked bitterly.

Momo just silently shed tears.

"You answer me." Wang Zi suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

Mo Mo shook his head vigorously, shook a string of tears, his lips trembled, and he tightened again.

"Answer me!" Wang Zi roared.

"I don't know. I don't know. ”

"Ask your own heart! If you do this, you will only plunge all three of them into misfortune! ”

"I don't know! I don't know! Hearing Wang Zi personally say that terrible result, Mo Mo's heart trembled.

Wang Zi looked at her, suppressed his anger, and lowered his voice: "Did I embarrass you?" Should I quit and fulfill you? ”

Momo stood there, unable to say "yes" or "no"; I didn't dare to nod my head, I didn't dare to shake my head, I just cried even harder.

She knows that no matter what she does or says, it will hurt people eventually.

Wang Zi looked at her steadily, a thousand words surging in his throat, but his lips squirmed twice, and he swallowed them all back.

He turned again, shifting his steps.

Momo followed again.

With affection, he forcefully blocked the umbrella she hit on his head, and as soon as Momo's hand was released, the umbrella fell and fell in the rain.

Like a floating flower.

Wang Zi sat in the car, looking at the woman standing in the rain in the rearview mirror, his fists clenched.

"Young Master......" Xiao Si looked at him inquiringly.

"Drive." Wang Zi took a deep breath and spoke.

Xiao Liu started the engine, as if he guessed the boss's thoughts, and deliberately drove very slowly.

The woman standing in the rain curtain in the rearview mirror was ashamed to walk away.

Damn, the umbrella is off, don't you know how to pick it up?

Stand there and enjoy the view?

It's no wonder that you don't get sick if you get drenched like this!

"U-turn!" Wang Zi couldn't bear it after all.

Xiao Liu expected this to happen, so he drove the car fast, and it didn't take a minute to return to the original point.

Xiao Si wanted to get out of the car with him.

"Sit." Wang Zi said. got out of the car, walked over quickly, leaned on crutches, bent his body at ninety degrees with difficulty, grabbed the umbrella on the ground, and handed it to Momo's hand.

Mo Mo took it blankly and looked at the man who had gone and returned.

"Fool!" Wang Zi said angrily, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tears and rain from her face. Momo's eyes were red, but he smiled.

"Do your tears flow for him or for me?" Wang Zi locked her eyes and asked.

Mo Mo met his gaze, and the tears that had just been wiped couldn't help but burst out of his eyes again.

She just looked at him, unblinking, tears streaming and flowing.

Just don't speak.

The four eyes met, in the rain, but they were speechless for a long time.

Momo finally couldn't help it, pushed the umbrella to him, covered his face and fled.

Wang Zi looked at her back and stood there silently.

The sound of the rain, the wind, the opening and pulling of the door, there is no zài left, and in his world, only her sad tears are flying.

"Young Master...... Go back, your legs are wet. Xiao Si came over and persuaded.

Wang Zi still looked at the direction of Mo Mo's departure, and said secretly: "What is this leg compared to that person blocking bullets for her?" ”

Then he laughed at himself again: "If it weren't for this stump leg, wouldn't she have left me a long time ago?" After speaking, he didn't wait for Xiao Si's answer, turned around on crutches and left directly.

The back of the staggering in the rain instantly made Xiao Si feel ten years old.

It is still the VIP room of the Holy Heaven Bar.

is still yellow hair, board cuntou, and Wang Zi, only Jian Hai is missing.

"Sue sù you for a shocking news!" Huang Mao slammed the wine glass on the table, and his eyebrows danced: "Our 'non-men, don't approach' - Jian Hai, we have a girlfriend!" ’”

"What? No way? The head of the board was slanted with hazy drunken eyes.

Wang Zi raised his head and poured the wine in the cup into his throat.

"Hey, buddy, aren't you surprised?" Huang Mao took the empty cup in Wang Zi's hand and said in surprise.

"What's there to be surprised about? Which of you hasn't been in a relationship ten times or eight times? Wang Zi snatched the glass from his hand and filled it again.

"But isn't that kid sick?" The board head muttered.

"yes. All women are one meter away from him. Huang Mao added.

"Can't you be cured if you're sick?" Wang Zi raised the cup, tilted his head, observed the liquid in the cup, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled.

That grassroots-like woman, she cured him, right?

A dark disease that even a psychiatrist can't cure, I don't know how she did it?

There is also that Li Zhenfeng, who was so seriously injured that he had been lying motionless in bed for more than a year, and he was able to wake up.

She just has that power.

Perseverance to be indomitable and never give up.

The moment Mo Fei jumped from the upstairs in front of her eyes, and the moment Li Zhenfeng fell in a pool of blood, she was greatly stimulated and vomited blood on the spot.

At that time, he worriedly thought that she would pout if she didn't break down. However, she survived after all, and she crossed the ocean, controlling her love with her strong willpower, and gave birth to twins for Min Shiyin and Li Zhenfeng.

What kind of woman is this?

Wang Zi poured most of the wine in the cup again.

"Don't drink it, you know you still can't let her go at a glance!" Huang Mao snatched the wine glass in his hand with some annoyance:

"You said that you are handsome and have a good family background, what kind of woman do you want? Don't talk about a famous lady, it's Sister Hong Kong, isn't that a hand-to-hand capture? Why give up the whole forest for her tree? ”

Wang Zi looked at the empty direction in front of him and said with a smile: "You don't understand. I walked through the forest in search of her tree. ”