Ling Shan has been lonely for a long time, she doesn't like anything, she doesn't do anything, she is upset and emotionally unstable. Lingzhen said she was suffering from depression, Lingwu said she had become unkind, and Liu Siqian said she was too tired from work and lacked the entertainment that young people should have. Only Mrs. Liu was silent, just quietly observing her. Then, that night, Liu Siqian went out to socialize, Lingzhen and Zhang Lisong went to watch a movie, and Lu Wu was listening to music and doing homework in the room, and it was rare for the house to be so quiet. Ling Shan sat in front of her desk, holding a notebook, unconsciously scribbling some garbled sentences. Mrs. Liu quietly pushed the door and came in.

Ling Shan looked at her mother and lowered her head again. Mrs. Liu approached her, gently reached out and picked up the paper book on her desk, and saw a few words written on it:

The new is thin, not dry and sick wine, not sad autumn!

Mrs. Liu put down the book and stared at Ling Shan, yes, Ling Shan is thin.

"For whom?" Mrs. Liu asked softly, looking at her daughter gently.

"Nope!" Ling Shan frowned, ripped the piece of paper off, and slowly tore it to shreds. "Is it Shao Zhuosheng?" Mrs. Liu continued to ask: "Isn't there any progress at all in that young tendon?" Ling Shan," she stroked her daughter's long hair, "Don't be too critical of boys, you know, there are many kinds of people, some are clever, some are honest." Shao Zhuosheng's child, although he lacks humor and humor, is very kind. You can't find a boyfriend who does everything you need, and Shao Zhuosheng is very good. ”

"Mom!" She shouted in frustration: "Why do you all see me as Shao Zhuosheng's person? Except for Shao Zhuosheng, can't I have another boyfriend? Shao Zhuosheng is not the only man in the world! ”

"Oh," Mrs. Liu stared at her. "You have another boyfriend? Who is it? A colleague at school? Or is it new? ”

Ling Shan glared at her mother. "Nope!" She was even more frustrated, shaking her head violently, and she said one after another: "No! No! No! ”

Mrs. Liu pondered for a moment.

"I understand," she said softly, "You are not satisfied with Shao Zhuosheng, and you have not met other satisfied people." Shao Zhuosheng is a chicken rib to you, tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to abandon it...... "Mom! Ling Shan shouted in distress, frowning. Can you please stop guessing? Am I not very good? ”

"You've got something on your mind!" Mrs. Liu said.

"I'm fine, happy, content, I'm not worried!"

"You can't fool a mother!" Mrs. Liu combed her long hair with her hand and said softly, "Tell me." "Mom!" Ling Shan cried out as if pleading, her eyes full of sorrow and helplessness. "Leave me alone, okay? I've been a little annoyed lately, just because ...... Just because of the weather. "The weather? The weather has been nice lately! ”

"It's good, I can be annoyed!" Ling Shan resigned.

"Okay, good, can be annoying, can be annoying." Mrs. Liu smiled. "It turns out that you are 'new to thinness, not dry disease, but sad autumn!' ”

"Mom!" Ling Shan was a little annoyed and angry, and actually lied on it. "Why are you bothering me? People are good, nothing happens, you must come to bother me, it's all you! It's no good to make me cry! ”

"Oops! Lingshan! Mrs. Liu hurriedly said, "Don't play tricks, don't let your brother laugh at you...... Why, do you really want to cry? ”

"It's all you, it's all you, it's all you......" Ling Shan was a little hypocritical, but, somehow, the tears really came. You must trouble me, you must make me cry...""Hey, Ling Shan," Mrs. Liu was at a loss, and took Ling Shan into her arms, and she kept patting her back. "Okay, it's all mom's fault, I shouldn't ask you! Don't cry, why are you still like a child when you are a teacher? …… Listen, the doorbell is ringing, Lingzhen and they are back, quickly wipe away your tears, don't let Lisong and them laugh at you......" Lingshan immediately rushed into the bathroom to wipe her tears, wiped her face, and when she returned to the room, she found Cuilian standing at the door with a smile, and there was no laughter from Lingzhen and Zhang Lisong in the living room, obviously not Lingzhen was back. Cuilian looked at her and said:

"Second Miss, it was Ah Xiang who was looking for you, and she said to invite you over, but her young lady refused to write again!" Ling Shan's face changed. "Where's her dad?" She asked. "Ah Xiang said that her father hasn't come home yet!" "Oh." Ling Shan hesitated for a while, her face flickered and brightened, her eyes flickered brightly, and finally said, "I'll go and see!" ”

She walked out, pursing the corners of her mouth tightly, her eyes shining with a strange brilliance. Mrs. Liu watched her shadow disappear, and her heart was in a trance, and then, her heart "banged", and her chest felt like she had been hit hard by something. A male face flashed in front of her eyes, deep eyes, resolute corners of the mouth, and a melancholy look...... Could it be that the reason why Lingshan "is not dry and sick wine, not sad autumn" is far away in the sky, but close at hand? Mrs. Liu fumbled with the chair that Ling Shan had just sat on, sat down involuntarily, and silently came out of her mind.

Ling Shan walked into the Wei family. Chu Chu sat at the front of the dining table, with a stubborn face, glaring at the study book on the table, holding a pencil in her hand, pursing her lips, her eyes were round, as soon as she saw Ling Shan, she immediately shouted:

"Auntie, I don't like to write my name!"

"Why?" Ling Shan sat down beside her, picked up her practice book, and found that it was messed up, and not a single word was written correctly. She opened Chu Chu's pencil case, found the eraser, and slowly erased the pencil lines. "It's important that everyone learns to write their own name, because if you can't write a name, you'll be laughed at!" "I don't like it!" Chu Chu pouted and said, "Auntie, you change my name!" ”

"How can you change your name?" Ling Shan said, looking at her. "Why did you change your name?" "It's so hard to write, so many strokes, my hands are tired!" Chu Chu raised his eyelashes and said: "Like Ding Zhongyi, his name is so easy to write, I will write Ding Zhongyi, Auntie, is it okay for me to change my name to Ding Zhongyi?" ”

Ling Shan stared at Chu Chu, couldn't help laughing, she rubbed Chu Chu's hair with her hand, and said lovingly: "You can't change your name to Ding Zhongyi, everyone has their own name, if you change your name, you are a child of the Ding family, not a child of the Wei family." Your name is good, better than Ding Zhongyi's name. Chu Chu, these are two very cute words, as cute as your people. Chu Chu looked up at her, his eyes shining.

"Ah Xiang said I was a naughty ghost, and Abasang used to say that I was a short-lived ghost, and last night, I broke my father's wine glass, and my father said that I was a debt collector. Auntie, Ding Zhongyi said that ghosts are very ugly and ugly, and they are very scary, am I very ugly? ”

"If you're not well-behaved, you're ugly!" Ling Shan said, taking her hand from behind. "But, you are very well-behaved now, you have to learn to write your name, good children are very beautiful, come on! I'll hold your hand, and we'll write together, okay? ”

Chu Chu looked at her and obediently picked up the pen. So, Ling Shan held her hand and wrote stroke by stroke, only a few words, and the child sighed, and said after a while, "My hands are so sore!" ”

After a while, he said, "My eyes are so tired, so tired!" ”

In the end, she actually said, "My feet hurt so much!" ”

Ling Shan couldn't help laughing, looking at Chu Chu, her lips were full of smiles, and her eyes were full of smiles, she couldn't help but laugh and said:

"You write with your hand, how can your feet hurt?"

"My toes are moving all the time...... Chu Chu said seriously. Do? "It's helping, because my hands are so tired."

Ling Shan couldn't hold it anymore, and she laughed. While laughing, she let go of Chu Chu's hand and picked her up from the chair, she kissed the child's cheek, sighed and said, "Chu Chu, you are so cute and cute!" ”

Chu Chu was stunned, she stared at Ling Shan's face, and then, suddenly, she tightly wrapped her little arms around Ling Shan's neck, buried her cheeks in her shoulder socket, and she whispered enthusiastically in a thin, tender, and small voice:

"Auntie, I like you so much!"

This innocent and innocent call suddenly made Ling Shan's chest hot, and the whole person started to burn hotly. Her eyes moistened. Carrying Chu Chu to the bedroom, she said softly: "We won't write today, you should go to bed, I'll take you to sleep, okay?" Chu Chu didn't answer, but hugged her tighter and tighter with his little arms. Ling Shan carried her into the bedroom and asked, "Have you taken a bath?" Chu Chu nodded. Where are the pajamas? "In the cupboard." Ling Shan put Chu Chu on the edge of the bed, opened the cabinet drawer, found the pajamas, and was helping Chu Chu change the pajamas, Ah Xiang rushed over uneasily, and shouted:

"Second Miss, I'll get her!"

Chu Chu's body straightened up and said, "I want an aunt!" Ling Shan smiled at Ah Xiang. It's okay, I'll take care of her, you go to sleep! ”

Ah Xiang retreated. Ling Shan helped Chu Chu change her clothes, let her lie on the bed, pulled open the quilt, covered her tightly, and tucked the quilt on her shoulders and beside her. Chu Chu's eyes widened and he just stared at her. Just now, the child was still saying that her eyes were so tired and tired, but now, her eyes are clear and white.

"Sleep!" Ling Shan said gently.

"Auntie," the child called sweetly, "you sang to me last time, will you sing again?" Ling Shan stared at her with a smile and sat on the edge of the bed, pressing her fingers to the child's eyelids, causing her to close them. So, she sang softly, tactfully, and meticulously: "The moon is hazy, the birds are hazy, and a little firefly illuminates the night sky." The mountains are hazy, the trees are hazy, and the autumn insects are chirping. The flowers are hazy, the leaves are hazy, and the evening breeze gently knocks on the curtains. The lights are dim, the people are dim,

Tonight, I wish we would like to dream together! ”

She sang and sang until the child fell asleep. She continued to hum the tune, her eyes dimly fixed on the sleeping face, and her mind was confused with the child who had kicked, kicked, scratched, and bitten on the stairs that afternoon. Who can believe it? Is this the same child? Who can believe that this child has been involved in her life and has controlled her emotions?

Finally, she slowly stood up, closed the curtains, turned off the bedside lamp, and cast another glance at the small figure on the bed, and she quietly withdrew from the room, and gently closed the door. Walking into the living room, she was startled. Wei Pengfei didn't know when he had come back, he was sitting quietly on the sofa, smoking quietly, and watching her quietly. The expression on his face was deep, strange, and there was a gleam of emotion, almost enthusiasm, in his eyes. She stopped, and they faced each other silently, silently looking at each other, measuring each other. "When did you come back?" She asked.

"It's been a while." "Don't you come home every day after work?" There was reproach in her tone, and dissatisfaction in her eyes. "Hmm." He snorted. "You drank wine." "Hmm." He snorted again.

"Do you go for a drink every night?"

"Hmm." He snorted again. "Where do you drink?" "Restaurant." He replied simply.

"Do anything else besides drinking?" She asked.

He looked at her sharply. "I'm not a kindergarten student." He said.

"Yes." She nodded. "The only area I can manage is kindergarten." Her voice trembled slightly. He extinguished the cigarette butt and slowly got up from the couch, his eyes fixed on her face without blinking, and a tense and gloomy atmosphere suddenly brewed in the room, and he forcibly looked away from her face, and said in a hoarse voice, "You should go back." "Yes." She said it didn't move.

"Why don't you go?" He asked in a rough voice.

She didn't make a sound, she stood there like a marble statue.

His eyes couldn't help but fall back to her face, his breath was short, and his voice was dull. "I said, I'm like a hole in my pocket." He said bitterly: "Ever since she left me, I have been living in self-abandonment, and there is only a thin line between depravity and sin. If you are as smart as you look, you should run away from me like a plague! She still stood still, her eyes staring at him faintly.

"Don't you understand?" He roared, his voice thicker, hoarse, and astringent. "I told you to run away from me and go home!" She slowly approached him, stopping in front of him, her face only a few □ away from him, and she sighed leisurely, exhaling like an orchid. Her eyes are like dreams and fog, like autumn water. Her voice was low and clear:

"What's her name?" "Who?" "Your wife." He breathed heavily. "Please don't mention her!" "Okay." She said, raising her eyelashes, the two autumn waters reflected the light, twinkling like two cold stars on the horizon. "I don't mention her! What did you just say? You told me to go home? ”

"Yes." He whispered, unable to take his eyes off her face.

"Why?" "I-don't want to hurt you!"

She sighed again. "You told me to go, and you said you didn't want to hurt me? You don't even know what it means to hurt me, how to love me! All right! She turned to leave. I'm leaving," her voice was as soft as a dream. "It's just that I was told to leave tonight, and I won't come again in the future." He reached out and grabbed her arm tightly.

"Lingshan!" He burst out of his mouth and shouted passionately, "Am I still worthy of loving again?" She quickly turned her head, her cheeks on fire. There was burning enthusiasm in his eyes, bold, stubborn, and unscrupulous to shoot at him. This vision was like a fire that burned all his armaments and all his scruples. He pulled her into his arms and bowed her head. His lips pressed against her eyelids, kissing the flame. She didn't move, and then his lips slid down the smooth cheeks and down her soft lips. Time stands still for a moment. They were so close to each other that he could hear her heartbeat, hear his own, hear her breath, hear his own breath. For a long time, he slowly raised his head, pressed her head tightly on his chest, and hugged her small body in his broad chest. He looked up at the window, a crescent moon was hanging high, and in the distance, unknown birds, singing in a low voice, he whispered, "Like your song." "What?" Her voice came out of his bosom in a suppressed and indistinct way. "Like your song." He said again.

"What song?" "The moon is hazy, the birds are hazy." He muttered a thought. Lifting her head, he cupped her face with both hands, the light shining in her eyes. "The mountains are hazy, the trees are hazy." He read it again and took a long breath: "The lights are dim, the people are hazy. His voice was as low as a whisper, and his lips caught hers again, tight, tight, and he sucked on them, like the sun sucking the morning dew on the petals of a flower. Don't leave me! He said, his lips sliding to her ear and pressing against her long hair, his voice like a helpless child. I only have an eggshell-like exterior that shatters when I knock it. Lingshan, don't leave me! She looked up and reached out to stroke his rough chin, his eyes wet and glittering with embarrassment.

"What are you afraid of?" She asked.

"I'm afraid—" He paused. "A broken pocket can't hold a perfect pearl."

"I'll thread the needle and sew your pocket." She said, wrapping her hands around his waist and leaning her head on his chest. However, she felt that he shivered slightly, as if a cold wind had blown him.

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