Feng Yichen talked to Jian Chu at the door, but did not get a response.

I went to the kitchen to cook.

When I got up in the morning, I was fed some bread and milk when I came out, but I didn't eat.

Jian Chu didn't drink a drop of water.

Feng Yichen looked at the boiling soup in the pot and was slightly distracted.

He is a little hesitant now, and he doesn't know if he is in such a hurry to say it today, right or not.

"Uncle Feng."

At the kitchen door, a soft and glutinous voice sounded.

Feng Yichen turned his head and his heart softened: "Why don't you call Dad?" ”

Xiao Yi scratched his head a little shyly: "Dad." ”

Feng Yichen's mood was relieved for a moment, he walked to the door, glanced at the door that was still closed, and then squatted in front of Xiao Yi.

"Xiao Yi, are you going to accompany your mother?"

Feng Yichen knew that Jian Chu didn't want to see him now, but he didn't worry that she would lock herself in the room alone.

What Jian Chu cares about most is Xiao Yi, and it will be much better to have Xiao Yi by his side.

Xiao Yi nodded when he heard this, a little worried: "Mom is very sad today, is something bad happening?" ”

Although Xiao Yi is small, he is very sensible and much more precocious than ordinary children.

He had been with Jian Chu before, and he didn't dare to ask anything, but he was still worried.

Feng Yichen touched his little head: "Mom is very sad, so can you go and accompany her?" ”

Xiao Yi nodded uselessly, didn't ask again, went out of the kitchen, walked to the door of Jian Chu's room, and knocked on the door.

After that, she called out to her mother in a milky voice and wanted to go in.

Jian Chu didn't open the door at the beginning, Xiao Yi grinded at the door for a long time, and Jian Chu opened the door.

Seeing Xiao Yi enter the house, Feng Yichen breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

Jian Chu didn't lock himself in the house anymore.

After Feng Yichen finished the meal, he called her out of the room.

Jian Chu came out with Xiao Yi in his arms, but he didn't go to see Feng Yichen, and he didn't say a word.

Feng Yichen's eyes dimmed a little, but he didn't say anything.

After eating, Jian Chu wiped the corners of Xiao Yi's mouth, hugged him to wash his hands, and then went back to the room again.

Feng Yichen looked at the room that was closed again, with mixed feelings.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say anything.

……

In the room, Jian Chu stood by the door, stunned for a long time.

It's not that she doesn't want to pay attention to Feng Yichen, it's just that she doesn't know what to say at all.

Say you don't mind?

It's impossible, it's impossible not to mind.

But even if you don't mind, what can you do?

She knew that Feng Yichen was not to blame for these, and no one could blame her, but it was just fate.

She slowly squatted down and buried her face in her knees, the pain in her heart could no longer be contained, and she was about to go crazy after being tortured.

She didn't understand why her life was so good overnight.

She is not the original Jian Chu, she doesn't care who Xiao Yi's father is.

If she could, she really wanted Feng Yichen to hide this secret for the rest of her life and not let her know.

At least then, she can still deceive herself and feel that Feng Yichen is the only one in her heart.

Xiao Yi looked at Jian Chu's sudden crying, and was suddenly frightened.

Hurriedly squatted down.

"Mommy, don't cry."

The little man was also frightened, and choked up when he spoke.

Jian Chu raised his head, looked at Xiao Yi with moist eyes, couldn't hold back any longer, took her into his arms, and cried.