"I'm pregnant."

This message sent by Xia Yun was like a solid stick hitting the back of my head.

There was a buzz, and all I could feel was a roar in my head.

The world is in disarray.

It's like being in a fog.

Xia Yun is pregnant???

How can it be???

At the beginning, because the car accident injured the pelvis and **, the doctor said that she could hardly get pregnant, and even if she was pregnant, there was a high probability that she would not be able to give birth.

She couldn't accept this fact for a long time.

Because she loves children and has always hoped to have her own baby.

I advised her many times not to bother with this issue. If you can't have a child, you can't have a child, and if you really like it, we can even adopt a child in the future.

But she was still sad and guilty for many years.

We have also tried countless times, calculated ovulation, run and do yoga, and each time we are fully committed to the process of blending with each other.

But the result of each pregnancy test is a line.

Now at this juncture, she told me she was pregnant?

Child......

Who is it for?

I looked at the message on the phone screen in a daze, and I was stunned.

This message was sent to me after I sent her the message "Let's get a divorce".

My brow furrowed, and I hesitated to give her a call.

Ask her what exactly this message means?

My guess is that there are several possibilities for this message:

One possibility is fake news, just like using Shen Mengyun as a shield, throwing out ***, so that I can't judge the truth.

One possibility is that she is really pregnant, but this news is either to save our marriage, or, to put an end to my desire to snatch the family property after the divorce.

The worst possibility is that she is pregnant, but the baby is not mine.

It's just a four-word message, and I can't tell what her intentions are at all.

But why do I have a strong hint in my heart that she is pregnant and that the child belongs to someone else?

I felt a lot of boredom in my chest, and the night outside the car window almost swallowed me. I opened the window a little, and the cool night breeze suddenly got into the car, calming me down a bit.

Xia Yun and I, how did we get to where we are today?

What went wrong? Since when?

What is the truth?

I understand that the truth, like the case, often has more than one answer, and often in the middle of the circle, there will always be a fragmented new situation in front of us. And the relationship between two people is even more so, we have been together for so many years, perhaps many times, we are catering to each other, hoping to become what each other likes, rather than the person we really want to become.

I don't know if when I uncover the truth of the fog with my own hands, can I really make all negative emotions disappear, and if I can really reopen my closed heart.

I only know that Chen Yiyao is leaving tomorrow, and I should probably send her away first, and then face Xia Yun.

I need a little time to mentally prepare myself for the worst.

I closed her messages and opened other unread messages.

Brother Mazi sent me a message, asking me about the preparations for the boxing match, and asked me to meet in the next two days to talk about the next cooperation.

There was no other choice, even if it was a dead end, I had to get into it.

Fortunately, with the support of the police officer, he went to contact Brother Ma Zi as an undercover agent, at least in terms of psychology, there was more comfort and support.

A message from Ah B, asking me why I couldn't get through on the phone, if I had any suggestions for the model, and when I would be back.

The few messages sent by Ai Xiaoxi are nothing more than what she did today, and she doesn't care if I don't reply to her, as if sending me a message has become another form of diary.

Chen Yiyao sent a message, which began with "The Road Not Taken" by the American poet Robert:

"Two paths split out of the yellow woods,

It's a pity that I can't get involved at the same time,

I stood at that intersection for a long time,

I looked out toward a road,

Until it disappears into the depths of the jungle......

Lu Yanchen, we all have to be good. ”

I turned off my phone screen and immersed myself in the dark.

In a trance, many memories came flooding back.

Do the math, it's been fifteen years since I graduated from high school.

She read this poem to me on Christmas Eve in her sophomore year of high school.

At that time, she was reading the original English version, and I didn't understand what she was reading, but I thought that when she spoke English, her tone was beautiful, fresh and timeless, with some kind of beautiful rhythm.

When I looked back many years later, I found a word that matched her reading poetry at the time: elegant.

This memory kept coming back to my mind, and many of the forgotten fragments were no longer available, but this fragment never disappeared. The picture at that time, the mood at that time, the voice at that time, the expression at that time.

When she finished reading a paragraph in English, she explained to me the meaning of each sentence in detail, and when she had finished speaking, I realized that this was a poem that described the mood of people in difficult situations.

I wondered why she liked this kind of poetry, but I didn't think much about it, I just knew that she liked to read and listen. Now that I think about it, maybe since then, she has been struggling with the relationship with me, and has been struggling to make a choice in her heart.

But that's a story for another time.

I want to say that I still remember that moment vividly. We lit a small candle with two apples in front of us. The candlelight flickered, and the light and shadow reflected on her soft face, like a glass of mellow wine, made me look at it carefully and be drunk.

"Chen Yiyao, what should I do......" I propped my hands on the table, palms holding my chin, I felt like a complete nymphomaniac at that moment, but I still said the words for the first time in my life, "I seem to be really in love with you." ”

I remember that she was stunned and her face turned red, as beautiful as the apple on the table.

But she didn't say anything, just plucked up the courage to look at me, her eyes were bright, and she smiled with shame and pride.

That night, the room was humid and stuffy, and we were naked, but there were only hot kisses, trembling **, and endless impulses and patience between each other.

Looking at the message she sent on her phone, only the first paragraph of the poem. But I remember the second half of the poem that she didn't post:

"I chose a different path,

It's barren and very lonely,

appear more seductive and beautiful,

Although on these two paths,

They rarely leave the footprints of travelers,

Although the leaves fell all over the ground that morning,

Both roads are unpolluted by footprints.

Ah, leave a path and see you another day!

But I know that the path is endless,

I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to return.

Maybe somewhere in many years,

I will look back on the past with a soft sigh,

Two paths split out in a wood,

And I chose the one with fewer people,

So I walked out of this very different journey......"

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Chen Yiyao, are you saying goodbye to me in this way?