Everyone has a fantasy that lurks deep in their hearts. When fantasy is so powerful that it is impossible to realize, it is called delusion.

In fact, Rao is Qiao Xi, who has been deceiving himself for six years, has never been so delusional-

There will be another day when a man who looks exactly like Han Yu will stand in front of her and talk to her.

At that time, even though he was no longer affectionate, he still only had her in his eyes.

Qiao Xi felt that everything was like a dream.

From the day he left her six years ago, she never woke up. So much so that she never dreamed of him again in this dream.

And now, his reappearance is a sign of the end of this dream?

Then she would wake up on a sunny morning, rub against the hard stubble he had to shave after a long night's wake, and hear him laugh low and say good morning, little girl.

Han Yu......

Is it Han Yu?

Even if it was a dream, Qiao Xi felt excited. She didn't even dare to gasp for air, and raised a hand to touch his face with trembling trembling.

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist in mid-air, and it was a familiar strength for her.

The moment the skin touched, Qiao Xi cried violently again, she threw herself into his arms desperately, crying hoarsely: "Han Yu...... Han Yu, I miss you so much......"

The man she hugged froze, his expression slightly stunned, and one hand hung down at his side a little bewildered.

He looked at the woman crying in his arms, and his heart hurt terribly, "...... Who are you?"

Qiao Xi's crying stopped abruptly, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Her crying face was full of disbelief, "Han Yu...... What are you talking about?"

"Do you know me?" he suppressed the dense pain in his heart, "So my name is Han Yu?"

......

The key to the so-called fate is the gathering and dispersion of fate.

Everything is fate, and nothing is up to anyone.

It uses helplessness and sorrow to make people have to accept separation and manipulation.

Providence makes people.

If you were given a chance to choose, lover and love, which one would you choose?

It's ridiculous, you found your love, but you can never find your love again.

Six years was too long, so long that even the memories she thought were timeless could be blurred, and then the chaotic life became an ambiguous dream.

Is that really her Han Yu?

She would rather believe that he was dead than that the man in front of her, who was said to have married and had children in a foreign country in six years, was the lover who had said he would love her forever.

How so?

"You're not Han Yu. Qiao Xi pushed Han Yu, and then stepped back step by step, "I don't believe ......"

Behind Han Yu, a Thai woman walked over, and she was also leading a boy of four or five years old, like his mother, who occupied Han Yu's left and right sides with a defensive face.

She opened her mouth to say a piece of Thai language, and Qiao Xi could hear it upside down, but she could clearly see the deep wariness and disgust on her face.

The little boy also yelled at her with a cold face, and Qiao Xi felt that he was scolding her.

Why did Qiao Xi feel this way, because of this expression and reaction, she had also seen it on her son's face.

At that time, he was scolded for being a wild child, and he was very calm, but she almost did it with a child.

During that time, she had a nervous breakdown, and to put it more clearly, it probably meant that she was a psychopath.

Han Yu glared at the little boy, finished speaking fluent Thai, and then turned his head to look at Qiao Xi with a complicated look.

"I had an accident a long time ago, and then I can't remember a lot of things," he said. But I think the Han Yu you mentioned should be me. ”

"No!" Qiao Xi's voice was fierce, she felt that she had become that psychotic again, and she kept screaming and crying at every turn, "You're not...... You're not my husband. ”

Neither the woman nor the little boy could understand this, but it was impossible for Han Yu not to understand.

It's just that his face was as cold as ever, and he couldn't see any expression, only looked at Qiao Xi deeply, as if exploring.

When no one spoke, the woman beside Han Yu raised and lowered her hand, and finally made up her mind to pull Qiao Xi's hand.

As soon as he ran into a little bit, he was violently thrown away by Qiao Xi, who had lost his soul, "Get out of the way, you guys, I don't know you!"

The woman was so frightened by her movements that she took two steps back, and Qiao Xi sat directly on the ground, palms of her two hands to the ground, directly pressing on the raised pebbles on the ground, and the half-red and half-black blood instantly pierced Han Yu's heart.

He had forgotten a lot of things, he didn't even remember who he was, he hadn't remembered anything for so many years, but when he saw the woman in front of him for the first time, the familiarity and heartfelt joy made his heart move.

The feeling of a stagnant heart coming to life in an instant was so real that he felt distressed even when he saw her frown, let alone her with tears on her face now.

The urge to be desperate almost makes you want to go crazy, but he restrains himself, and then his arm is grabbed.

It's Namira......

It was as if he had been hit hard in the heart by a hammer, and his mind was instantly clear.

Qiao Xi on the other side gradually calmed down, her lower lip had been bitten and bleeding, but she still bit it and didn't let go.

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared at the three of them in despair and coldness.

In the middle of the night, she took out her mobile phone from her pocket and dialed a number to go out.

It only rang twice over there before it was connected.

The voice was not very loud, but Han Yu could hear it, it was a young child's voice: "Hey, is it Mom?"

Qiao Xi held the phone tremblingly with one hand, and tightly covered her mouth with the other hand to prevent herself from making sobbing sounds.

"Yichu ......" she whimpered uncontrollably, "Good, let your grandma or grandpa answer the phone, mom has something very important to find them, you go and give them the phone." ”

Han Yichu on the other end of the phone seemed to be frightened by his mother's abnormality, and was stunned for a while before reacting, and hurriedly ran to his grandfather's study and knocked on the door.

Qiao Xi still covered her mouth, crying so much that her whole body twitched and twitched, and Han Yu just looked at it, and it felt like a whip after whip on himself.

It hurts so much.

It hurts like going deep into the bone marrow.

A slightly hoarse old man on the opposite side spoke up, full of concern: "What's the matter, Xiaoxi, are you in any trouble?"

Qiao Xi couldn't hold back any longer, tears burst like a river, "Dad...... I met Han Yu. ”

“...... Xiaoxi, you. ”

"I really met him. "He doesn't remember me, Daddy." ”

"You can bring Yichu to pick me up, Dad. She cried so much that she couldn't say a complete sentence, but she desperately wanted to find some comfort, "Yichu, you let him answer the phone." ”