After Panzi learned that Dengzi was happy with his daughter, he didn't rest well for a week, and his mind was full of heavy and extravagant hopes for his future children.

He was decadent day by day, tossing and turning night after night. As a wife who gets along day and night, how can Yayun not know her husband's thoughts? So, I secretly wept in my heart, and 10,000 question marks were entangled around me, tormenting myself, and devouring myself.

It's March again, and the people who go out to enjoy the flowers call friends to accompany them, so it's not lively. Miao Yun and Chunlu, the two new mothers, naturally accompanied by their husbands, either went to the mountainside to feel the gift of nature, or to the new square to feel the warmth of the harmonious crowd, or to the park to feel the intoxicating tranquility and comfort.

Panzi and Yayun parked the car in the garage and hadn't been to the car wash for two months, and they didn't even want to clean up the dust. Every weekend or after work, the two of them either sleep in a group, or are bored to surf the Internet, or simply walk around the community, without the mood and urge to go out.

In fact, the fundamental reason for not going out is still the fear of meeting acquaintances and the fear of others asking about the sensitive things of conceiving children. The parents of both sides kept a lot of low profile in front of outsiders, always acting in a hurry and saying little.

Autumn is gone and winter is gone, spring is past the summer solstice, and it is the happy season for girls to show their style. The daughter was collectively "snatched" by the parents on both sides, and they both wanted to be intimate with this cute little princess. This weekend, Dengzi and Miao Yun can finally take a vacation, and they are in a particularly comfortable mood.

Miao Yun bathed thoroughly, and was surprised to find in the mirror that she was more beautiful than before giving birth, and her heart was full of joy. Rushed into the dormitory and said shyly: "Dengzi, what do you think of me?" "Twisting the delicate body, cutting the hair, 100% super beautiful.

Dengzi was rummaging through the cabinets to find his wife's old summer clothes, wiping the sweat on his forehead, and said with a smile: "What do you look at?" Seeing his wife purse her lips and smile, she shook her head and continued to rummage through her clothes.

"Alas, let you look at me!" Miao Yun stomped her feet and became coquettish.

"I just watched it, nothing?" Dengzi was happy in his heart, he was not short-sighted, the moment his wife came in, he found that his wife was so moving, which made him feel relaxed and happy, and his love was surging.

"Don't you think I'm ......" Miao Yun propped herself on her husband's shoulder, her whole body flowing with love.

"I know that you now have three 'ratios'. One is more beautiful than before giving birth; second, it is more flavorful than Yayun; The third is more temperament than ordinary girls! Stood up and stretched, "Take a look, I've found a lot, and I've chosen these three sets for the time being, which one do you see through?" "Hand the clothes you have chosen to Miao Yun.

"I don't! I want you to choose directly! "Sitting on the edge of the bed, pretending to be angry.

"Good, good, my lady!" Nobuko looked left and right at the three sets of clothes, and finally chose a bright green shirt, a dark black miniskirt, and a pair of milky white long-legged socks and handed it to his wife, "Come, try it out!" Leaning over and taking out a pair of brown high heels, he wiped them down delicately.

Miao Yun turned around in the dressing mirror and was very satisfied.

Driving the car, the two went straight to the side of the mountain. Miao Yun's heart, let go all the way. For the sake of his own heart, he has not been out for nearly two years.

The mountains seem to be more and more beautiful, the brooks seem to be more and more affectionate, and the flowers seem to be more and more ripe, a fresh and pleasant scene. Miao Yun stretched her arms and stood beside the highest pavilion, a breeze blowing her hair, she had never been so happy as she was today. Dengzi held the camera and recorded every smile and gesture of his wife throughout the whole process, and he really felt the great joy and happiness that his daughter brought to him, Miao Yun, and the families on both sides.

Panzi practiced calligraphy in the study, and he had two situations. One is joy, which can also be called a whim; The second is depression, which can also be called special discharge. Today, nature falls into the first case. Yayun washed up briefly in front of the mirror. For a long time, she has been thinking about pregnancy, where can she still have the patience to apply makeup and beauty. The hair was scattered on the chest and back, like five or five points, and it seemed to be four or six open, Yayun didn't care, standing in front of the window and watching a few children play on the side of the pavilion in the community, and her heart was sad: "So many children, how well-behaved!" Where are you, my son, my daughter? Why are you so ruthless, just looking at your mother melancholy. Mommy, please, don't play hide and seek with Mommy, Mommy misses you so much! Come on! ”

A child fell down with a thud, and Yayun's heart tightened. This seems to be her own child, Yayun eagerly awaited, tears streaming down her face. A ray of sunlight pierced the clouds and reflected Yayun's almost withered face, comforting this innocent girl.

Chunlu is dressed in a white lotus dress and sails on the lake with the clouds. The son wore only a red apron and danced between his parents. Parents on both sides sat on the shore, laughing and chatting. Bought a bunch of dishes next to it. It seems that the two families are going to have a big fun at noon.

Xia Lu had already submitted her maternity leave slip, and was wandering the green lawn outside the community with Twilight, faltering and honey.

Panzi always felt that the more he wrote, the more awkward it became, so he simply tore it up and started it all over again. In a few moments, the trash can was filled with a mass of helplessness and frustration. Panzi put down the brush, came to the living room listlessly, and hugged his wife affectionately from behind. Yayun's tears fell on Panzi's hand drop by drop, and the decadent Tang slipped down......

A dark cloud pulled straight over, swaying the cold wind, telling the impermanence and changes of life. The window was just open, and the rain trampled on the window lattice, jumping into Yayun's eyes, sticking to the cheeks of despair, gently scrubbing the tears, trying her best to help this Yayun girl who was already beautiful and moonlight.

The rain was reluctant to go, and the sun came to visit Yayun again. The sound of stir-frying next door was faintly heard, and it was time for lunch to eat. The hour hand pointed to two o'clock in the afternoon, and Panzi collapsed on the sofa, already asleep. Yayun still stood in front of the window, motionless.

In the haze, Panzi suddenly woke up and saw that it was seven o'clock in the evening. All of a sudden, I think of news broadcasts, this is my habit, and I always have to watch it. But what's going on with this drowsy brain?

I went to the bathroom and took a cold face and patted my cheek in the mirror, only to remember that I hadn't eaten lunch and dinner. "Where's Yayun?" Panzi clicked in his heart, and hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, cold pot and cold stove; rushed into the study, the cold wind pulled the rice paper, and the brush had already stuck to the tabletop and died down; rushed into the bedroom prepared for the child, empty; Gently pushed open his bedroom, and saw Yayun lying motionless on the bed. He walked over cautiously, but saw Yayun's eyes wide open and looking at him with tears in her eyes! The hair in his ears was already twisted into a ball of tears, sticking irregularly to his otherwise beautiful cheeks. The slender and white right hand hung weakly on the edge of the bed, as if calling for his unknown child. The left foot was visibly exhausted, and rested helplessly on half of the pillow; The right foot is curved, and it seems to be a swing frame, just waiting for an unknown child to play.

At this moment, a mixture of ups and downs erupted. As soon as Panzi's feet were weak, he leaned over his wife with a click, and he no longer cared about what "men don't flick when they have tears".