Tibet, inside the tent.

The wind gently lifted the white hollow gauze curtain in the room, and the sunlight shone through the polished glass in the room, obviously it was early spring, but it was still indispensable to the cold of winter, and the people on the bed frowned tightly, and the chapped lips didn't know what they were talking about.

The blood-like wedding room felt unreal, as if it was all an illusion, a newlywed couple sat back to back on either side of the soft bed, and the swaying of Jian Luna's head entered her heart a little bit as she turned her head.

Yue Xisheng was still indifferent and sat on the edge of the bed, her thin lips opened lightly, and the seductive voice came into the woman's cochlea inch by inch: "Why? ”

I don't know if it's the shame or the red, Jian Luna smiled slightly but said with a slight amount of love: "Because of love." I don't know why, she always feels that on this happy day, the back of the man in front of her is full of loneliness and distress.

Where she couldn't see, Yue Xisheng tugged at the corner of her lips and showed a sarcastic smile, turned around and picked up the red wine glass that had been prepared a long time ago, her eyes were as black as ink: "I hope you won't regret falling in love with me." ”

When the words fell, the coldness passed through the hall, and her heart was pinched, and suddenly Jian Luna's eyes widened, it was a bloody delivery bed, and a dying baby shouted at her for help.

Jian Luna, who was sleeping, was even more flustered and uneasy, the dream changed, Jian Luna stood on the top of the tall building of the hospital, covered in blood, holding the baby who was no longer breathing, a tough smile pulled out of the corner of her mouth, and slowly closed her eyes: "Yue Xisheng, I don't have to owe you anymore." ”

Just a pair of hands reached out to her in the dark: "Don't." Jian Luna sat up from the bed suddenly, lowered her eyes and saw a pair of black eyes looking at her worriedly, and her pink little mouth pouted: "Mom, you have that dream again." ”

The baby's fat little face, the immature voice is not as tall as the edge of the bed, but it has the innocence and liveliness that it should not have at this age, and he handed the milk to Jian Luna in his hand: "Suppress the shock." Then he turned and walked out of the bedroom.

Looking at the small back, the vacancy in Jian Luna's heart was slowly filled, and her silent eyes overflowed with endless pain, she wondered, if that child was still alive, would it be so old.

Looking at the stiff little thumb of her left hand, Jian Luna pulled out a self-deprecating smile: "It turned out to be a dream, but I still can't get out." Looking at the clear blue sky of Tibet through the window, the wind of early spring still carries the afterglow of winter, but the pain in the depths of her memory swept her entire heart like a tide.

Jian Luna walked out of the tent, the warm sunlight did not warm her body at all, the pain in her heart spread to her limbs, and not far away, a little girl in Tibetan clothes squatted on the grass with a slight green tip and didn't know what she was doing.

After a long time, he stood up and rushed to Jian Luna with a childish smile: "Mom, you're up." ”

Jian Luna gently stroked the girl's hair and kissed her little face: "It's much better, what are you doing?" ”

Yun Ji raised his chubby little hand: "Give a gift to Mom." I saw that her palms were holding the tender green grass, and if you looked closely, you could see some small colored flower chicks.

Looking at the faint sadness in Jian Luna's gentle eyes, Yun Ji pursed her lips, and since she can remember, she has often seen the sadness in her mother's eyes, especially when she looks at her: "Mom, I want to hear the story you tell. ”

Jian Luna smiled: "There was a girl who loved a boy deeply, but that boy didn't love her, and she didn't know how stupid she was until the boy's love came back......"