"Rong Ke, Rong Ke..."

Ji Rongke had a splitting headache, he seemed to have experienced a catastrophe of life and death in his dream, the old things were brought up again, and the scenes were reappeared, so real and vivid, as if they had been staged again. The heavy snow in Fulong Mountain, the fighting of the Nine Dragons Society, and the heartache of Meng Hehuan's betrayal of him smashed down on him overwhelmingly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He grabbed the sheets with his hands, opened his eyes in a sweat and sat up from the bed suddenly, He Run was lying on top of him to wipe his sweat, and was hit hard by his body, she took several steps back, sat down on the chair, and looked at Ji Rongke's eyes full of chaos and blood.

He breathed heavily, drenched all over, sweat pressed his silk nightgown against his skin, his strong pectoral muscles exposed to the hazy twilight sunlight projected through the window, as if he hadn't been able to realize where he was, he reminisced for a long time, looked around, and finally he exhaled deeply, kneading his temples in irritation, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

He Run immediately got up from the chair and walked over, she squatted beside the bed, and pointed to the Western clock on the wall, "I slept last night, I slept for a day and a night." ”

He frowned, why did he sleep for so long, did he take the wrong medicine.

Ji Rongke just wanted to lift the quilt and get out of bed, a sharp pain suddenly came from his shoulder, which made him gasp, he subconsciously reached out to touch it, He Run hurriedly held down his wrist to stop his movements, "Don't touch it, just wrap it." You worked at high intensity for half a month, causing the old injury to recur and fainting at home last night. ”

After she finished speaking, she looked distressed, and her tone was full of complaints, "Rong Ke, the body is yourself, and if you don't have health, you have nothing." I know that you are bitter in your heart, I know that you have been complaining about yourself and punishing yourself in the past few years, she has not seen you once, you have been drunk once, and you have been drunk twice when she has not seen you twice. But have you forgotten what the doctor said, if you want to die before she comes out, then you can do as you please. ”

He Run said that at the end, her throat was choked, she covered her lips and nose and turned her head, tears flashed in her eyes, Ji Rongke lowered her eyes and looked at the ground for a long time, "One by one." ”

He Run wiped the tears from her face, she held back her crying and said, "Do homework in the room with the tutor." ”

He hummed, got out of bed and felt a coat draped over his shoulders, "I'll go see her." ”

Yiyi is the daughter of Ji Rongke and Feng Jin, born in the middle of the night seven years ago, and they all say that the children born at this time are very poisonous, cold, arrogant, and talented, and most of them are Jackie Chan. Feng Jin was very helpless, just looking at her birth like her father, Ji Rongke was also born in the middle of the night, every second is not bad.

Yiyi was born in prison, half a month before the expected delivery date, the prison guard reported to her superiors when Feng Jin was in the seventh month of pregnancy to stop all her work, only to wait for delivery in a separate room, and arranged a good medical team to accompany the birth in prison, everyone knows her identity, but also knows that this child is the flesh and blood of the overlord of South China Ji Rongke, the only flesh and blood, the noble and prominent gangster daughter, Ji Rongke's wife has nothing to do, only this illegitimate child is bound to be cherished like a treasure, naturally no one dares to slack off, For fear that there will be a slight mistake and revenge by the vicious and sinister man.

Feng Jin must insist on a smooth delivery, she said that she is only twenty-four years old, and she is not an advanced maternal age, what is the hardship, but this stay is a full eight hours, she has labor pains at four o'clock in the afternoon, but there is no sign of giving birth for a long time, it hurts so much, the pain makes her face white, her lips are blue, even her pupils are beginning to dilute, and the sweat on her face is like being thrown in the pool and washed and fished out and has not been wiped, which makes people worry.

The midwife's doctor is experienced, is the most famous old director in South China, has received more than 1,000 newborns, has seen any battle, and has borne any danger, but he really can't stand the psychological pressure too much, and he can't panic.

The prison guard is only a little girl in her early twenties, she has just graduated and been separated, the object has not yet been separated, and she has never given birth to a child, so she is so anxious that she stutters, tiptoe outside the door to urge, for fear that Feng Jin will roll her eyes and faint to death.

Feng Jin gritted her teeth and stayed up until more than ten o'clock in the evening before breaking the amniotic fluid, her bone seams were not easy to open, and she froze when she opened her three fingers, and finally took emergency measures, reluctantly opened two more, and tossed until almost twelve o'clock before she gave birth one by one safely.

Yiyi was very thin when he was born, just about two-thirds the size of a normal child, Huang Heng was particularly serious, almost no heartbeat, no crying, his face was red, and there was a hint of purple.

Feng Jin was actually very scared, in the process of giving birth, her heart was always steady, she knew how unfortunate this child was, and she also knew how tortuous the process of her pregnancy was, it was not easy for this child to survive, she didn't expect to be healthy, she knew that Ji Rongke would not dislike it, he wanted to give birth more than her, and he even arranged two bodyguards to prevent her from doing it secretly, and followed her for a long time before giving up.

The nurse held her one by one and patted her on the back for a long time, for her relief, and only then did she burst out one or two sobs intermittently, and the weakness of the wind was about to die at any time.

Feng Jin didn't know what she had gone through one by one, how difficult it was to save this little life, she originally wanted to hold on until she heard the final good news, but she really couldn't hold on, she felt that her life's strength and bravery had been spent, and it was too hard to have a child.

She slept for ten hours, and when she woke up, the nurse told her that the child was alive and was being treated, and she lay on the bed for a long time, and suddenly she burst into tears.

She was pregnant with her child for less than nine months, which was her most devastating stage, and she lived a life of ups and downs and miserable, but the most bitter was not worse than these nine months.

She herself was not sure that she could live, but she pulled the child to live, she didn't dare to look back and think about how she had come all the way, she felt that the sky had made a huge joke with her, this joke was not funny at all, it only made the listener cry.

The child was carefully cared for until the eighth day, when the prison guards came to ask Feng Jin for advice on whether to take him with the nurse in prison or send him out to his father.

Feng Jin glanced at the space where she lived, it was okay here, it was specially for her to produce, and when she was out of confinement, she couldn't live here, she had to move to the women's prison to live with everyone, she couldn't enjoy privileges, including work, and she wouldn't be lazy with Ji Rongke's dots and accommodation, she knew that this was her own sin, she wanted to redeem it, she redeemed it for herself, and then redeemed it for Ji Rongke, and the sky would not be blamed.

Of course she won't let the child suffer in prison with her, no matter how good others are to her, she also has a mother who is a criminal, she feels that this is her biggest mistake, she is sorry for the child, she would rather the child never know, she has such a mother, her mother should be He Run, and her father is Ji Rongke.

Feng Jin sat on the edge of the bed and hugged them one by one, how could she be willing to give up her, where in the world is there a mother who is willing to call her children to other women's mothers, but what can she do if she is not reluctant, her identity is too shameful and dirty. Does she want to watch her daughter, who was born in nine deaths, being ridiculed because of a criminal mother, carrying a lifetime of indelible shame and inferiority.

She can't give anything else, she should always find a way to give her dignity and decency.

Feng Jin kissed her with tears in her eyes, and put her forehead against her little face, she was so thin and small, but she had lost a trace of Huang Heng's skin, and she was also very white and tender, she was pleasantly surprised that there were no defects, she was intact, she felt that the only thing she should be grateful to God in this life was to give her a healthy child, and not let her sins be added to her innocent daughter.

When the prison guards left with one by one, He Yichi followed Ji Rongke to wait in the interview room, Feng Jin gritted his teeth and always turned his back to the door, until one by one suddenly cried in the corridor, the cry became louder and louder, and it hurt Feng Jin heartbreakingly, she couldn't care about her weak body and fell to the ground, she crawled hard and lay on the door and shouted Wait a minute, the prison guard heard her shout and immediately stopped, thinking that she regretted it, so he turned around and ran back, Feng Jin looked at the soft and pink ball in the prison guard's arms, she endured it and endured it, and in the end it didn't change, She only said one sentence, "Call Yiyi, Ji Yiyi." ”

The prison guards repeatedly asked her not to regret it, but she did not say a word, lying on the ground and burying her face in her arms, trembling all over.

She hadn't seen her daughter again for seven years.

Ji Rongke will take a photo on his birthday and hand it over to the prison guards to bring to Feng Jin, three hundred and sixty-five days of obsession, so many sleepless nights and lonely dusks, in this photo, between the eyebrows and eyes that are growing day by day, it has become the sustenance of all Feng Jin's thoughts.

She is still stubborn and refuses to see Ji Rongke, eight years of prison life has never worn away her sharpness and edges, nor has she changed her pride and coldness, even if she wears a women's prison uniform, she has not let herself be dirty at all, she is always the cleanest, her fingertips are neatly trimmed, her hair is not oily at all, her clothes are dusty, no matter how difficult the work is, she will not complain, even if it is lively, she will not be half-worded.

Everyone said that Feng Jin was more beautiful than the female prisoners here before she was imprisoned, but she was also the most peaceful, she would smile at everyone, and she would be silent to everyone, she didn't stir up trouble, didn't make noise, didn't make noise, never had a conflict with anyone, just sat or stood quietly, and her existence was often forgotten.

But her biggest stubbornness is that she refuses to see Ji Rongke at a glance, and lets him come and go countless times, such an unattainable and noble man, like a child, begging her, she is not soft-hearted at all.

This stubbornness seems to have melted into her blood and bones, and others say that she hates him, so she doesn't give this glance. But she knows that she doesn't hate, she loves, love is not possession or involvement, but fulfillment, and when she can't be accompanied, she hides away and obliterates his last illusion.

Ji Rongke once gambled with her, saying that he wouldn't leave if he couldn't see her, and he would be in prison until she was willing to come out.

He waited for a day and a night without eating or drinking, but she was indifferent, the prison guard said that she would not come out, and she had long been ignorant of the world outside the prison, and her heart was like water.

Ji Rongke stood outside the iron gate of the prison, bathed in the howling north wind, and the weeds and reeds in the ditch opposite had withered and yellowed, growing half a person high, messy and desolate.

He laughed at himself in this vast and uneasy and lonely world, how could he forget. Feng Jin is so stubborn, who can force what she refuses, and who can stop what she wants to do.

Yiyi is exactly the same as her, He Yichi said that Yiyi is like him, but he feels like Feng Jin, in his life, he is planted in the hands of this mother and daughter, and he will never turn over.

Ji Rongke pushed the door out next to He Run, turned to the corridor on the second floor, the small pink wooden door was not closed, revealing a narrow gap, one by one wearing a coffee-colored gauze skirt, was concentrating on arithmetic problems, her personal teacher was more than ten years older than Ji Rongke, his old face had many wrinkles, and he was stroking Yiyi's head with a smile.

He likes Yiyi very much, and has praised her more than once for being quiet and sensible, with high understanding, she can learn everything, she can learn anything, she can understand everything, and she is really smart.

The only drawback is that she is taciturn, not as lively and cheerful as a child of this age, she suffered from depression when she was five years old, and it took eight months to cure, and she once lost weight to only more than 20 pounds, and she couldn't even walk.

During that time, Ji Rongke also accompanied her to lose weight, and He Run couldn't eat it, she looked at this tall and mighty man so tired that he was only a little over a hundred pounds left, and his cheekbones collapsed, she was so painful that she didn't know what to do, and this distress made her unable to swallow.

The thin one woke up and looked at the ceiling sluggishly, no matter how much she was tempted to speak, she refused to open her mouth, did not eat or drink, did not cry or laugh.

Ji Rongke really had no choice, he dragged one by one off the bed and dragged them on the carpet fiercely, he angrily asked her what she wanted, and what was she dissatisfied with.

One by one choked, her eyes were red, and she suddenly stumbled and said, "Yes, I want my own mother." ”

All Ji Rongke's anger and irritability stopped abruptly at this moment, he was stunned, looking at the little face that was twisted and stiff one by one because of forbearance, such a young child learned to endure, which made He Run outside the door feel sad.

One by one 11 months can speak, when she was two years old, she could remember, when Ji Rongke opened her mouth to call out her mother for the first time, he pointed to He Run and told her, "This is Aunt He, your mother is not here." ”

Little one or two years old to five years old, she has tormented herself for more than three years, she doesn't dare to ask, but she really wants to know, so many toys, so many good things, are not as good as a mother's hug.

She thought that Feng Jin had come up with depression, and that Feng Jin had lost weight.

Ji Rongke suddenly lost all his strength, he was helpless and depressed, hanging his head in front of her, the sun outside shining on him, looking so helpless and desolate.

It was as if he had grown old again in an instant, many years older.

He gave Yiyi stars and moons, and gave Yiyi the best in the world, but not to her mother.

He can lie to her, He Run is her mother, but he doesn't want to, Feng Jinsheng almost lost his life one by one, everything he has today was in exchange for her imprisonment, what qualifications does he have to deprive her of the right to be a mother one by one, he has been cruel for nearly fifty years, he is so cruel to everyone in the world, he just wants her to be gentle alone.

Ji Rongke quietly pushed open the door, he walked in, the teacher saw him first, and was about to open his mouth to say hello, he put his finger on his lips and signaled him to silence, the teacher understood, and continued to look down and do his homework one by one, Ji Rongke stood behind her, crossed her round little head, and watched her smooth nose tip calculate one question after another, and the calculation was accurate, even if there was a trace of flaw in the handwriting, she had to change and rewrite, just like him, competitive.

Ji Rongke remembered that when he first brought one by one back, she was still a small group, he was a father for the first time at the age of forty-one, he was in a hurry, and he was often very good one by one, but he cried lightly and heavily, in the blink of an eye, it has been seven years.

One side of the face is very beautiful, the tall little nose bridge is very similar to him, and the eyebrows and eyes are like her mother, Ji Rongke sometimes looks at it, and thinks of Feng Jin, his heart that has been silent for so many years, except for her, no one can afford to stir up the slightest ripple.