The setting sun ticks down from the top of the temple. Drill into the brick joints.

In the small temple, except for the sound of dripping water. Quiet. It smells like sour fruit.

On the wall hangs a landscape of fine brushwork. In the painting, the old man is holding a cow in front. The boy rode on the back of an ox. The boy looks at the green peak of Dai Mountain. The old man picked up the scarlet weeds on the side of the road. Sometimes the monster can see God. It feels more acidic and fruity.

A copy of the Myoho-renge-kyo was placed on several cases. The pages are made of tulle. Pick it up and read it. You can often feel the hidden beauty in between. Calligraphy is fine. The glyph is magnificent. Chen Mu said. This is his mother's handwriting.

He sometimes read these scriptures. The image in my mind is the woman. It must be beautiful. The pen is strong. But it can be so beautiful and beautiful to fill in a small grid. . . How the heart. What a life.

More than a month. His hair was neck-length. She pulled a little finch tail behind her. But they still can't be tied up completely. There are always a few annoying strands of short hair floating on the side of the ear and face.

More than a month. Her sharp ugly belly has grown a lot. You can put tea, books, and rice bowls on it. All the time. Chen Mu always came over to take away the tea, books, and rice bowls for her without being silent or angry. Wild and put. He took it away again. This is repeated several times.

She often wears skirts. The color is either royal blue or light blue. Satin.

Satin is not unusual. Grandma and mother. Inherited from her. They are all satin women.

It's strange. In this dilapidated and somewhat beautiful little temple. Chen Mu changed all the satin for her.

This is called the meaning of intimacy. Because. Silk has the smell of her family. Grandma loved to wear white satin. lined with the whitewashed walls behind her. There is a taste of past and present lives...

Soft satin. Close to the skin. Cool and slippery. I always thought I was dreaming... Sometimes he is in a daze. That dream-like obsession. Reflecting this royal blue or pale blue. Instead, it has a cool demonic aura.

The twin tigers in the belly will not be honest.

The Twin Tigers will be the entire dynasty of the Mighty Tigers. When the dynasty was running smoothly. The skin of the Emperor was smooth; When the society is shaken. Eczema, femoral moss and other minor problems will appear. And if the dynasty tends to improve. Her skin would itch again.

The same is true of the temper of the Emperor of the Wild Emperor. A burst of soft as water. A twist like a cow. At this time. She would lose her temper with Chen Mu. Sometimes. Crying all night.

No one ever told her. There is also a sense of glamour in the Buddhist scriptures. When you see "Ring Color". Instead, she became more and more colorful. In fact. It's all physiological. During pregnancy, especially in the second trimester. The force of nature caused her to increase YD secretion, accelerate ZQ congestion, and increase YB sensitivity. The XY surge is understandable.

Often. The fetal abdomen moves. She could feel the roots of her hair growing strongly. Stimulates hair follicles. The hair follicles secrete tiny sweat in turn. Sweat gives off a completely different smell from bamboo jointing. This time. Her RF would rise and fall with her breathing. Rub the satin up and down. The smell that sticks between the satin threads is bounced off. Small clumps were scattered all around her. Evaporated at the same time. It also has a different taste from the hair roots. yh opens and closes like a lotus. The moist petals have long been wet. It is like a layer of light moisture attached to the fluff on the back of the lotus leaf on a rainy day. Produces a non-protruding and persistent taste. This sense of smell is so real. Slowly from the roots of the hair on the top of the head to the lips, to the RG, to the armpits. To the lower abdomen, to the yh, to the thigh stab. The fanning wind blows through the hair, armpit hair, nose hair, eyelashes, eyebrows, hair ...

Sometimes he cries at this time. Throwing a tantrum out.

There is a satin skirt. The ferocious is seen in the chest. It's a piece of green silk.

Stunning satin. Alluring satin. It's just old. It's old. It looks even cooler.

Always curious when you're not bored. It's a wedding dress. Chen Mu didn't give her clothes. The total pressure is on the bottom of the box. The green satin has solidified. The twigs on it are defeated. It was as if the phoenix was dead. camphor flavor. There are also a few small holes.

Annoyed. I have to ask for this green silk.

Chen Mu was very simple. The lid of the box closes. Limped out.

If it's a small annoyance. will scold a few words at his back. The scolding is also ugly. Lame person. Cripple. Kidnappers.

Then I cried.

Soon. Regret it again. I've become a true lunatic. But. It's really sad ...

Chen Mu came in. Seeing her touching her belly, she silently shed tears.

So he brought her hot water from a wooden basin.

Soak her feet first.

Squat down. Put her feet in hot water. Start by slowly pressing from the ankles. to the instep.

Her feet are always hot. Cool it down a little. Chen Mu will go to change the firewood. The fire in the house was always lit. So it's cold outside. It doesn't hurt to wear silk in the back room. Such. In fact, it maintains the maximum comfort of her body.

She was still crying when she touched her stomach.

Chen Mu didn't look at her either. Soak her well and rub her feet. And so every day. It is also not easy to swell.

Put your feet on the soft wool of the bed. Chen Mu picked up the wooden basin and went out again. It won't be a while. Another basin of hot water was brought in. Changed towels. The bubbles softened. Wash her face.

She's going to make trouble. Chen Mu spread the towel on his hand and watched her cry. Don't say anything. Wait until she is tired of crying. Wipe her face again. Chen Mu's hands were very light. As if it were done often.

She wanted to be good at that time. He will take the towel himself. Like an aggrieved child, wipe his face by himself. Chen Mu also stood on the side and watched. Still don't say a word.

It's a little annoyance for her. She's going to be upset.

She would roll her round body and run to the green satin box, as if she had to turn it out.

But. Take a look. The box was locked.

The monster will kick the box straight away.

Chen Mu walked away. She'll walk around the house like a mouse. Take a look around there. Find an axe. Chen Mu's axe for chopping firewood.

Found it. She's going to split the box.

Full. She wasn't in a hurry at all. On the contrary, it seems that it has been planned for a long time to do this bad thing.

She slashed first. Chen Mu came in.

Nor do they walk in. Just standing by the door. Watch her chop.

She puffed out her big belly. How many more can I chop again. Up to three clicks. Tired and slurping. Slumped on the edge of the bed. He began to cry again.

Chen Mu walked in at this time, picked up the axe, took it out again, and put it back in its place.

Mo said. She tossed around like this. It's like it's in motion. Some anger is expressed. It's good again.

She will also automatically stop crying. Go out and get hot water to wash your face. And then. Usual. Look at the Buddhist scriptures again. No compromise on neuropathy.

Yes. There was very little talk between them.

Have something to say. It's when you wash her butt or take a bath.

In the beginning. She washes herself. How do you have to tell him to see.

Later. She didn't have that pan-eye wash. It can only be relied on him.

At first, of course, it was embarrassing and embarrassing. Later, for comfort. He didn't seem to have a crooked heart. On the contrary, it is quite too detailed. And get used to it.

"This tub is too small."

Her squeamishness always happens.

In fact, the barrel is not small. Her fat white body sank into the water. Just right. Sitting. Lie on your side. didn't wronged her. You just can't lie on your stomach. But you talk about a pregnant woman with a big belly. Do it on your stomach.

But she didn't. It's too small.

It used to be said that "this tub is small". It's just a cricket. It's still a bit aggrieved.

Slowly. "This tub is too small。。。。。 Add a "too". Be a little bolder.

Later, ah. "This tub is too small..." It's all about inches. It's vexatious.

Chen Mu ignored her at first.

But she said too much. Wash it once and make a fuss once.

In fact. Take a bath with her. Don't talk about thinking crookedly... It's really not good at all.

Give her a bath. It's tough.

Although I can understand that this is also pregnant with two children. She's also tough. Emotions are extremely difficult to control. But.... Chen Mu thought. If it weren't for this. Even if it's around her family. Take care of her for a few days. It can also make people upset. It's so squeamish. And I'm thinking of a way to mess with you.

He often sits in the bathtub and cries. Point to your stomach: You take a knife and cut it open. I'm not pregnant.

Chen Mu said: This is what you said. Really go find a knife.

Stand up with a thud. Just kicking in the bathtub. Kick everywhere with water.

Chen Mu stood aside with a knife. The eyes are gloomy. Thin sleeves of military uniforms rolled up. Covered in water...

She was tired of crying. I sat down slowly with my stomach in my arms. The eyes are red. looked at Chen Mu over there.

She kicked the water away. It won't be cold. There's a stove. It's just that there's less water. Under the weather.

Chen Mu's eyes became colder and colder.

Bizarre. Look at his coolness for a long time. It's not unusual.

She still kept looking at him. and more and more pitiful.

Chen Mu's eyes shifted. Place the knife on the table. Went out.

Soon. Basins of lukewarm water were poured into the tub again.

Wash her again.

She also said, "This tub is too small. ”

Chen Mu thought she was a pest. Don't even look at her.

Anyway. How to say.

He didn't think about it. Why did Chen Mu serve her like this. She was busy making a fuss.

What about Chen Mu. I don't care. It seems that habitually fattening something.

Two people. Eat at the same table. Sleep in the same bed. The belly is big. They all occupy more beds than Chen Mu.

Occasionally. She would go out for a walk with the general's belly propped up.

Watch Chen Mu grow vegetables.

Tease the chicks.

Not bad. There is indeed a kind of "farmhouse" life here.

She's in a good mood. Chicks and chicks chase after each other and scream so much that they don't know how many affectionate they have.

Get up on the wrong side of the bed. I have a big belly and I have to run away with that little chick. You have to step on it.

There was a time when I slipped and fell. Scared to death. It hurts again. Crying to death.

This cry was unlike anything I had ever done before.

I cried so sadly. The main thing is to blame yourself too much. Be playful yourself. What are you going to do with your sons... The more I thought about it, the more sad I cried.

Chen Mu saw that she couldn't stop crying. I really can't. I had to take out the green satin. She didn't want it again. The green satin was tossed aside.

Later. Chen Mu went out.

Hungry. I went out and wanted Chen Mu to get something to eat.

He clasped his hands on the door frame. The sauce thief leaned on and looked out...

Quite a lot of neatly chopped wood. And wire.

There's a big thing over there. Chen Mu squatted over there and banged and banged.

He pouted and wanted to laugh or not.

It's a big bath.