Liang Yimo was very calm this night. It's as if nothing happened.

After dinner. I didn't get out of the bedroom when I entered the bedroom.

He Ma and the housekeeper were in a hurry at the door. At this time, Ye Shao's phone couldn't get through. Liang Yimo had already ordered not to disturb her. None of them dared to break in to see what was going on. If there is a case for the Lord inside. They can't afford it. I had to stay at the door. Wait for the first rush in if there is a situation.

Liang Yimo sat alone in front of the bed. She looked at the lamp in front of the bed. A man is distracted.

The night is cool. It's quiet, it's quiet.

The phone rang at this time. She looked up at the caller ID. Let it ring over there. The phone rings and rings. I don't know how long it took for Liang Yimo to answer the phone.

After hanging up the phone. The expression on his face was calm. The call made her more and more calm.

Sometimes. Liang Yimo feels that God always likes to joke with her. And one after the other.

Sometimes it's really tiring and tiring.

In the closet, Ye Chen's clothes were ironed and put inside. There is not a trace of wrinkle at the corners of the garment. She knew he was very demanding of what he dressed. Although there are still a lot of clothes in the cloakroom that she didn't have to wear. Liang Yimo still personally does not pretend to others.

Since when. She's willing to do this for him.

The slender jade hand gently stroked the rows of clothes. Just like that, quietly. Quietly.

******

Six years later.

The wind chimes outside the hall door jingle again. It is the voice of the majestic knock on the soul. Aunt Mary on the corner had already taken Billy out for a walk at this time. Next door, Peter with a mallet has already chased his mischievous son Denu down the street. It's a scene that must be staged every day.

Aunt Mary was passing by with her Billy in tow. Stop." Peter. What did your little Denu do to make you angry again?"

Peter stopped out of breath. The beard on his cheeks stood up. His face was as red as if he had drunk wine at the moment. Little Denu in front of him saw his father stop. Stuck out his tongue at him. Slap your ass and a group of his playmates swoop up somewhere to get naughty and mischievous.

Peter wiped his sweat. Seeing that it was Aunt Mary who greeted her politely. Sullen into his own store.

Everyone knows that Little Denu is a single-parent family. So the neighbors here love him very much. Every time Peter hits him. There will be someone holding it. So Peter never succeeded in beating his son.

The tip of the nose lingers with the floral scent of hyacinths. Faint. That trace relieved Liang Yimo's fatigue for this time.

Underneath her was a chaise longue. Liang Yimo's favorite thing is this recliner. Sometimes they sit here. Holding a book in his hand. Sometimes lie on it and close your eyes. That's when the floral scent of hyacinths will burrow into her nose.

This florist doesn't look like an eye-catcher. Business is also bleak. Because there are only hyacinths in the flower shop. Although the business was bleak, she still survived for five years.

Garden. A little girl in a red silk tutu. Watering these flowers. She looked so serious. At a young age, he has a determination that is different from others. She was very attentive. It's as if watering the flowers is the most important thing in the world. Bell hanging in the doorway. At the same moment there was a rattling sound.

"Qinqing. ......

From the doorway came the cheerful voice of the boy.

This is childhood.

It turned out to be a naughty little Denu. At this time, I don't know where he rolled around. It's dirty. I ran in high spirits.

Little Denu saw Liang Yimo sitting on the side. Subconsciously touched a handful of dirty faces. Lehehehe." Aunt Emmer. Are you there?"

Liang Yimo looked at the little boy in front of him distressedly. Denu is only a few months older than her Jingqing. But it is much more optimistic than her Jingqing.

Her Basket.

Liang Yimo's heart ached.

There was an unknown sadness in his eyes. She looked at Qinqing, who was concentrating on watering the flowers. That's her basket. She loves her more than anyone. But why didn't God give her a chance?

Ching Ching is her daughter who was born in the ninth month of pregnancy. I don't cry when I'm born. It's quiet. She thought that the child would naturally say when she grew up. Until she was two years old. Denu next door was already able to run off the ground. She still can't say a word.

Ching has suffered from autism since she was born. These are all because of the time of the basket. She herself suffered from depression as a result.

Sometimes she really hates herself. Why did it bring such a childhood to Qinqing.

She is five years old this year. Supposedly, you can already go to kindergarten. When Denu was four years old, his father had already sent him to the school. Can be different. She is afraid of being exposed to people. Never took a step to grow up so big.

"Denu. Come here." Liang Yimo put down the book in his hand. Beckon to her.

Denu happily wiped the clothes on his buttocks. Only then did he go to Liang Yimo. The little face was flushed and he introduced the things in his hand to Liang Yimo as if he was offering a treasure." Aunt Emmer. Look what I brought to you today. She's going to love it."

Denu has a box in his hand. There was a hole in the top of the box. You can look in from the outside. There are two gnats in it. Liang Yimo smiled slightly. Pointed to the garden. Softly said. The basket is inside. Denu, go play with her."

"Hmm." Denu nodded solemnly. Rush to the garden.

The sound of clattering footsteps extends all the way to the garden.

Denu is the only friend of the king. Qin Jing has always been afraid of life. So never walked out of this yard. Until one day Liang Yimo found other children in the garden except for Qinqing. She just paid attention to Denu. Although Qin Jing still rarely speaks. But Denu came for her. She didn't refute it.

The sound of the boy's joy came from the garden. Even though he was the only one who asked and answered himself. But the boy was still excited to introduce the latest toy in his hand to Qinqing.

Denu was particularly excited. Because it took him a lot of effort to catch this toy. He wanted to show it to Qin Jing as soon as possible. So holding back the red little face. I kept nagging for it.

"Qinqing. Do you see the fun I bring you?"

"It took me a lot of effort to catch this today. It's amazing. Uh-huh. Just beat Pete's."

The little one talked triumphantly.

Pete is the kid king of their street. Often partners with neighborhood children to bully Denu. That's why today's god of war defeated Pete's victorious general.

At this time, Qin Jing had stopped what he was doing. Set the kettle aside. Look at Denu's hand. Although there is no emotion on the face. After all, it was a diversion of attention.

Only when Denu speaks. This is what happens to you. Usually she is focused on what is in front of her. No one will disturb her.

Liang Yimo sat in front of the window. Looking at the two people in the garden. She nervously looked at Xiang Jingqing's face. Afraid to miss any of her expressions.

In the past few years. She tried to communicate with her. After all sorts of unsuccessful attempts. Liang Yimo's final complete collapse came up. She sometimes cries with her arms in her arms. She watched her cry. Neither happy nor worried. There was no emotion. Even indifferent.

Liang meditates. That's God punishing her.

But why. All this will be upon her daughter.