Tong Le finally agreed to Yunying's request silently, and on the afternoon of the divorce procedures, the two children already knew about it.

Yun Ying doesn't want to hide it in her heart, even if the divorce of her parents is an indelible damage to the two children's growth, she also hopes that they will see the truth, learn to accept it, and slowly let go. What Le Chun said is not unreasonable, she is indeed a pessimistic person to the core, she does not want to drag down her children, nor does she want to be such a mother. She would rather the children hate her.

Tong Jiaheng snatched the divorce certificate from his mother's bag, looked at his parents almost resentfully, and locked himself in the room.

Tong Zhihao didn't react much, but it was a little strange, the usually lively child suddenly became quieter, his father walked step by step, and his mother got closer and immediately buried her head on her father's shoulder, not letting her hold or let her see.

Until 9 p.m., the only TV in the room was the sound of sporting events. Yunying knocked on the door again to call his son, and no matter what he said, there was still no sound inside the door. She looked at Tong Le. Tong Le hugged her daughter and sat on the sofa, her eyes nailed to the TV screen, seemingly indifferent to this side.

Yun Ying's eyes were full of pitiful insects, she adjusted her breathing, walked over, and whispered, "You talk to your son, he listens to you." ”

Tong Le's face was expressionless and he didn't speak.

Yun Ying pursed his lips and said, "It's been six hours, and there is not even water in it." ”

At this time, Tong Zhihao, who had also been quiet for six hours, suddenly spoke, and his voice was lazy: "Maybe I'm asleep." ”

Yun Ying smiled slightly bitterly in the bottom of her heart and said, "My sister didn't sleep, how could my brother sleep?" ”

Tong Zhihao immediately leaned his head on his father's shoulder and closed his eyes.

Yun Ying leaned over to hug Tong Zhihao, but Tong Zhihao hugged his father tightly, Yun Ying swallowed his throat, and he didn't coax, he wanted to hug her like a robbery. Tong Zhihao wrapped one hand around his father's neck, and the other hand fought in the air in a defensive posture. Although Tong Le reached out in time to control his daughter's hand, Yun Ying was also beaten several times, and he was about to pick him up, Tong Zhi was very strong, closed his eyes tightly, and kicked indiscriminately, which was worthy of kicking Yun Ying's chest.

Yun Ying didn't know if it was kicked or in pain, so he suddenly bent down. Tong Leyi frowned, and subconsciously reached out to help her, but reached into the air but retracted it. Tong Zhihao only knew that she had kicked her mother's body, and before she could react, she stopped, she opened her eyes and saw her mother covering her chest as if in pain, and she didn't even dare to look at her father.

Yun Ying bent down to look at her daughter, frowned, and said, "You really use your strength to breastfeed, when you are a small lump, every time your mother feeds you, you can eat blood, and your brothers and sisters are not as good as you...... No, my mother has only fed you milk, and my brothers and sisters grew up eating milk powder...... "When Yun Ying gave birth to her first child, she had no breast milk at all, and her second child was only enough to feed her weaker daughter. In the year of breastfeeding, she basically fed every two hours, and her daughter had to eat for half an hour each time, whenever she endured severe pain, sweated profusely and saw her daughter's satisfied little face, and smiled at her from time to time, she would feel the happiness and beauty of being a mother from the depths of her soul.

A moment is long, ten years is so short, and the little baby who was lying on her side is now a little girl.

Unable to tell where the pain was, and not wanting to blame, Yun Ying stretched out his hands again and said softly, "Just let my mother hug ......"

I don't know if I was touched by this sentence, Tong Zhihao's mood collapsed, and he cried out: "Don't want a mother, hate a mother, I want to go home, I don't want to see my mother's ......"

Cloud Shadow straightened up feebly.

Tong Le picked up his daughter, bypassed Yunying, walked to knock on his son's door, and said that it was not unexpected, Tong Jiaheng opened the door. Tong Le went in with his daughter in his arms, and then closed the door.

The shadow of the cloud stood in the center of the living room as if it were isolated. Her mood was affected by the crying, and she desperately longed to be close to the children.

The door was closed, but not locked. She walked over and put her hand on the doorknob but didn't move, bowed her head and was silent for a moment, she finally didn't push it away, and turned back to the kitchen to heat the food again.

While Yunying sat on the sofa and waited, Tong Zhihao didn't seem to cry anymore. Yun Ying couldn't hear how Tong Le comforted the children, she knew in her heart that Tong Le would help her do everything. Tong Jiaheng is right, with his father here, his mother is indeed lazy. Over the years, how bad she has been as a shopkeeper, the three people who are as close as her body and skin have always been inseparable from her. Tong Jiaheng said that it didn't matter if his mother didn't come to see him compete, and he would still give it to his mother when he won the gold medal. Tong Zhihao never said that she loved her mother, and her mother would still cling to her mother tightly when she hugged her. Tong Le knew that his wife hated him and hugged her with a cold face, and he poured out his tenderness with kisses and caresses.

In fact, she knew in her heart that whether they were indifferent and alienated, resistant, or resentful, they were actually reluctant to her.

With that kind of love, she is destined to not be able to treat each other equally, she can't find her soul for a day, she can't fight for her memories for a day, and she can't love them well for a day. The more she was bound, the more it hurt, and she had to chase while escaping.

That night, dinner didn't start until ten o'clock. Yunying served rice, soup, and vegetables for them, and sat on the side silently watching them eat. She couldn't eat it, and they didn't ask her to eat with her. There was silence at the table.

After eating and washing, they did not fall asleep, but sat in rows on the sofa and watched a movie. After taking a bath, Yunying wiped his hair and walked in front of the three of them, blocking the TV: "Children don't stay up late, it's late, brush your teeth and go to sleep." ”

The three of them on the couch ignored him, their eyes as if they could continue watching TV through her body. The small ones are like that, and so are the big ones.

Cloud Shadow looked at them in turn, then showed a helpless expression and walked towards his room.

The sound of the door locking closed sounded, and three pairs of eyes were nailed to the door.

A few minutes later, the door opened again.

Cloud Shadow returned to them and sat down on the carpet in front of the couch, watching with them with his hands and knees.

By the time they finished watching the comedy with a box office of three billion as a literary film, it was already 12:20. Tong Zhihao couldn't hold on to sleep for a long time, and Tong Jiaheng was also drowsy. Tong Le carried her daughter back to the room, Yun Ying turned off the TV, turned her head to look at her son, turned halfway, and when she sank behind her, Tong Jiaheng lay on her back, lazy, and still didn't speak.

"Mommy carries you." Yun Ying's eyes were hot and she couldn't hold back, she adjusted her posture, grabbed her son's hands with both hands, and picked him up without much effort.

There were only two rooms in the house, and the siblings had to sleep in one. Tong Zhihao didn't sleep well, and Tong Le half lay aside to comfort her. Yunying put his son on the bed, and when he looked back at him, he had already closed his eyes. The moonlight pouring down the window shone tears from the corners of his eyes. Yun Ying's heart sank, and he put his hand on his son's face and lowered his head to kiss him on the forehead.

A long hair obscured the moonlight and obscured their faces.

"I don't want to love you." Tong Jiaheng whispered, in this silent room, next to his mother's face.

Cloud Shadow's heart was so painful that she couldn't say anything. She lay on her side, one hand across the back of her son's neck and his shoulder, the other holding her daughter's hand. Tong Jiaheng was in his mother's arms, his hand clenched and loosened, and finally he couldn't help but hug his mother back.

The water light flickered in the sockets, and the cloud shadow saw Tong Le's aching eyes. She couldn't speak, and she didn't look away, between the two children, quietly looking into each other's eyes. After stepping out of the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he exchanged the divorce certificate for the invalid marriage certificate in her hand, so she held two divorce certificates, and he wanted two marriage certificates back.

From that moment on, she was no longer Mrs. Tong, he was still Mr. Tong.

The darker the night, the fading moonlight.

Both children are asleep. Yunying whispered, "I'll accompany the children, you go to sleep." ”

In the darkness, I couldn't see his face clearly. But he didn't move. Yun Ying was silent for five minutes before gently letting go of her son and daughter, making sure that they were not affected, before getting up from the bed and leaving the room.

There was no light in the living room at all, Yunying didn't turn on the light, she walked to the sofa by feeling, stepped on the thick carpet with her feet, and felt someone stick it up, she closed her eyes, turned around and hugged him.

The night crumbled like a castle, the magnificence fell apart, and the figures that converged in the darkness were like glimpses of the great feast, desperate and greedy, magnificent and tragic occupation and plunder.

Cloud Shadow didn't know if this movement would alarm the sleeping children in the house, and if the lights were on in full swing the next second, it would be a terrifying and sinful gesture. However, this feeling is not unfamiliar, she is still as fearless and resolute as before. It is as if everything is innocent and sacred, as it should be, and there is no matter whether it should or should not be, and there is no sin.

His ten-fingered hand with her was firm and deep, and for a moment, Cloud Shadow felt like she had regained the man she had been.

When everything calmed down, it was two o'clock in the morning.

They took another bath together, and Tong Le cooked a bowl of noodles with the leftover chicken soup for Yunying. Cloud Shadow sat cross-legged at the dining table, using chopsticks to roll the noodles into a ball and eat quietly. Tong Le sat opposite, looking down at his phone.

After putting down the chopsticks, Yunying whispered, "Let's take the children home tomorrow." ”

Tong Le's hand operating the mobile phone paused, did not look at the cloud shadow, and did not answer.

Yunying stood up and said lightly, "Wash the dishes, I'll go brush my teeth." You go to rest. ”