Better than newlywed love, it should be twilight love.

Or rather, a broken mirror reunion.

The fact that Duan Dashuai stayed in Mrs. Duan's courtyard for three days was like a century-old explosive news, and it soon spread to all corners of Duan's mansion, and there was a lot of discussion everywhere.

Rong Yin ordered the people in the courtyard not to discuss in private, closed the door but quietly asked Duan Hanting, "What is the situation, my mother finally plans to reconcile with my father?" ”

Duan Hanting was looking at the wound on his face in the mirror, his mother was quite heavy, and the ring ruler he drew had not completely disappeared yet.

He frowned, put a band-aid on the wound, and said nonchalantly: "I haven't been out for three days, I don't know what the old man and old lady are doing." ”

"What an old man and old lady, my father is in his prime, and my mother is still charming."

Rong Yin knocked off his hand, tore off the crooked band-aid, and re-opened one for him to stick properly.

Duan Hanting glanced at her, "The elder is not here, who are you looking at." ”

"Show you!"

Rong Yin shook him angrily, "I'm telling the truth. My father has just passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and my mother is only in her early forties. ”

Duan Hanting raised his eyebrows lightly, stared at her directly, held her wrist and put the person on his lap, pinched her pointed chin, his eyes were dark and slightly shining.

"I said madam, instead of looking forward to your parents giving birth to a little seven, you should think about giving me a little sound first."

Rong Yinjiao glared at him, but couldn't help laughing, wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "I'll give you a little sincerity." ”

"My son is not in a hurry, Mr. is a daughter."

Duan Hanting was serious, "I like my daughter." Girls are more painful. ”

Rongyin listened to his matter-of-fact tone, as if he could give birth to whatever he wanted, and he was a girl, but he asked excitedly, "How many do you want me to give birth?" ”

"What's the matter...... Seven of it. ”

Duan Hanting thought about it carefully, "The old man has six children, and the blue is better than the blue, I can't lose to him." ”

Rong Yin was dumbfounded when he heard this, and picked up his little meat fist and beat him, "Seven! You...... You want to exhaust me, you! ”

Is it possible to win or lose such a thing as having a child?

Besides, Duan Dashuai's six children were not born with one woman, but with many women, how could she have so many babies alone, just one belly?

When is she a rabbit? A litter in your life?

"Isn't there still me?"

Duan Hanting leaned over and kissed her, smiling unkindly, "I'll help you." ”

“……”

If it weren't for the fear of becoming a widow, Rong Yin really wanted to strangle him.

***

The young couple in the courtyard flirted and scolded happily, and in the North Garden of Duan Mansion, the old couple was also inseparable.

At the end of the day, Mrs. Duan opened her eyes lazily, pushed half of her body that was pressed on her, and frowned with two delicate eyebrows, only to feel that half of her shoulders were numb.

Duan Dashuai, who was pushed, woke up and his face darkened a little, "What's the matter, you dislike me?" Is it because Lao Tzu is not alive enough, or because Lao Tzu is not in good shape? ”

He sat up cross-legged angrily, pointed to his waist and abdomen, and patted his shoulder again, "The muscles are all there, not smaller than your son." ”

Mrs. Duan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and after moving her shoulders twice, she was about to turn over and get up, and was hugged from behind.

"Feng'er, stay with me for a while."

Duan Dashuai rested his chin on her shoulder and hugged his wife's waist, after so many years, her waist was still so thin and soft, and her figure was almost out of shape.

Mrs. Duan felt his touch, remembering all the demands of the man in the past few days, and a light irony hooked up on her lips.

"What's wrong with you, you've eaten enough of the tender pulp, and you suddenly want to change your taste and start to like to nibble on firewood? What do you want to do to exercise your teeth? ”

Duan Dashuai wrung his eyebrows, "Tsk, why are you talking so mean now?" ”

"You forced it."

Mrs. Duan said lightly, then broke away from his hand, got up and walked to the dresser.

In the mirror, she saw a woman who was no longer young, with loose skin, drooping eyelids, a few more fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and a few white strands of black hair.

Indeed, she is no longer young.

Now she is a mother of two children, and the two children have grown up and become a family, and the mission of being a mother is also completed.

After a brief wash, Mrs. Duan put on makeup in the mirror, Duan Dashuai walked over, took the eyebrow pencil in her hand, and said with interest, "Come, let the husband give Mrs. thrush." ”

Mrs. Duan's body stiffened, and she raised her eyes to look at him, and this glance almost didn't make her cry.

People say that they have run away for half their lives, and they are still teenagers when they return.

The man in front of him has already become famous, from a little-known horse bandit to a well-known marshal, the leader of the Feng army, the head of the Duan family, and can be said to be half an emperor.

He had already faded away from the childishness of the year, and he was majestic just sitting there, so that when he showed a little youthful spirit just now, in a trance she thought that she had seen Duan Zhengnan back then.

At that time, he really loved her, and there was only one woman in his eyes, in bed. Serving her under the bed and painting her thrush with his own hands was the most proud thing in his life.

It's been a long time since he's painted her eyebrows.

I can't remember if she was pregnant with Shu Lan or when he accepted Dai's family......

"Madame's eyebrows are so beautiful, I've painted so many eyebrows, I've never seen anything better than you."

Duan Dashuai said happily, but saw that the woman in his pen had a frown, and after he realized what he said, the brush in his hand also paused, and broke directly at the tip of his eyebrows.

"Your hands are raw, and your makeup is smeared." He whitewashed himself as if he were too peaceful.

Mrs. Duan looked at the small half of the eyebrow pencil that fell into the palm of her hand in a daze, and suddenly felt that their relationship seemed to be the same, how could they reunite with the broken mirrors?

"Due south."

She suddenly called his name.

I haven't heard anyone call him that for a long time, Duan Dashuai was stunned for a moment, the whole person seemed to be frozen, and when he saw the woman in front of him clearly, the smile on the corner of his lips slowly bloomed.

He used almost the gentlest tone of his life, "Well, what's wrong?" ”

Mrs. Duan, with a pair of phoenix eyes with traces of time, looked at Duan Dashuai fixedly, her throat was a little blocked, but she still pursed her lower lip, and said very seriously, seriously and calmly-

"Let's get a divorce."

The smile on Duan Dashuai's lips gradually disappeared, and he only felt that his ears were buzzing, he looked at her, his eyes were heavy, his thin lips pursed, and he didn't speak for a while.

Suddenly, the paintbrush in his hand was somehow broken into two pieces.

……

"What? Divorce?! ”

Duan Shulan and Duan Hanting exclaimed in unison, their eyes widening in disbelief.

"Hmm."

Mrs. Duan leaned back in the chair, took a leisurely sip of tea, her face was calm, and she looked at a pair of children, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I don't want to spend it with your father anymore." ”

In the past, she did think that she would spend her life with Duan Zhengnan, no matter how many women he had around him, how many Mrs. Ru he accepted, and how many aunts and wives he married, after all, she was the wife of the main house, and no one could shake her status, even if she was buried after death, her coffin was lying next to him, and there was a husband on the tombstone, and the woman would only engrave her name, only she had this qualification.

In the past few years, or even more than ten years, she has indeed had such terrible thoughts in the days when she was in pain and going crazy.

Even if this man was not born by her, he must be her ghost when he died, otherwise what was the basis for all the hardships and sins she had endured with him?

It's just that in the past few years, especially in the recent period, she suddenly got a little tired, and suddenly felt that she couldn't go on.

Maybe it was because she saw the glue-like sweetness of Zecheng and Ayin, which made her see her former self, she used to be the same as Rongyin, how fresh and confident a woman she was, and now she is a full resentful woman, or a pathetic abandoned woman, a miserable woman who was abandoned by men, but could only hide far away, out of sight, and couldn't go back to her home.

Just as he was thrushing her and talking to other women in a very natural and casual tone, she thought,

Why did she make herself so pathetic?

So, she decided to let it go.

"Mom, are you always confused, so decent, why do you want to divorce? It's all at this age, what are you still tossing around, it's really ......"

Duan Shulan was very incomprehensible, so angry that she jumped to her feet frequently, and Duan Hanting also stood there with a solemn face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Rong Yin walked over to add tea to Mrs. Duan and looked at her, "Mother, have you really thought it through?" ”