Rao is old man is so angry, Han Yu is not the current thing, at least this night except for Han Zhai, Han Yu and Namira have nowhere else to go.

It is impossible for the parents of the Han family to really drive people out of the Han family as the old man said.

It's been too long for them to see their son.

Who can deny that the most loving person in this world is always his parents?

Even if they are inevitably disappointed in what their son did, as parents, they will never give up on their children.

Han Yu and Namira followed Han's mother to the courtyard of the Han family's old mansion, and after Han's mother arranged the two of them, she looked at Namira back and forth a few times, and sighed, "You guys have a good rest, and we'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

When she was finally gone, Namira collapsed her shoulders as if relieved.

Sitting on the sofa in the room with the child in his arms, he looked at Han Yu in a daze, and then shouted "Ah Jin" in a very small voice.

In the past six years that Han Yu has lost his memory in Thailand, Namira has been calling him Ah Jin.

He did not refute or admit it, and gradually the name was settled.

His words have always been very rare, and the two have hardly communicated with each other in the past six years.

She thought that he was such an indifferent character, and she herself had a sense of awe for him, and she said less and less.

Six years of getting along is not so much a husband and wife as a more insipid relationship.

Sometimes, Namira even felt that they weren't even friends.

She was more of a burden to him.

But Namira doesn't care about these, what kind of love, it is a beautiful fairy tale that only exists in storybooks, when her family was not dead when she was a child, her mother always told her that a woman, especially a woman in a place like them, the most important thing in this life is to find a reliable man, and then live this life peacefully.

I don't even want happiness.

Over the years, she has experienced too much poverty and chaos alone, as well as all kinds of unspeakable darkness, and from the moment she rescued Ah Jin, she knew that her hard life had finally come to an end.

In any case, she had to hold on to this man.

Han Yu turned his head with a faint expression, glanced at the mother and son, and asked after a long silence, "What's the matter?"

Namira took the boy into her arms, patted him on the back gently, and asked Han Yu with low eyebrows: "...... When will I be able to go home?"

"I'll be gone in two days. Han Yu said, "You take the child to sleep first, and I'll come back after going out for a while." ”

If this kind of thing was normal, Namira would never ask anything, but in this house, she remembered someone, and some words seemed impatient, "What are you going to do?"

Han Yu's steps to turn around stopped, but he didn't turn his head back, leaving a sentence of "nothing" and left directly.

He walked lightly, but Namira couldn't rest assured.

She hugged her son's arm and gradually tightened, her lower lip bit white, touched her son's head, and suddenly widened the distance between the two and met her son's eyes.

"Shall we go and see what Daddy is up to?"

Namira followed with her son, but instead of finding Han Yu, she ran into Qiao Xi in the garden.

After Qiao Xi coaxed Han Yichu to sleep, he couldn't sleep at all, so he simply lifted the quilt and went downstairs.

When I was in a daze and didn't know what I was thinking, I ran into Namira.

The two faced each other in silence for a few seconds, and Namira suddenly smiled and pulled her son's wrist into her arms.

"Ah Shui. ”

Is this introducing his own son, or is it in Chinese.

These two words are the only Chinese she knows, and she heard them from Han Yu.

Qiao Xi was silent for a moment, "A big cup of tea?"

It's a pity that the two don't understand the language, and the laughter can't be together, and the scene is very embarrassing for a while.

Qiao Xi really felt that the two of them had nothing to say, and it was impossible for them to coexist peacefully and drink with the moon, so after glancing at the two of them, his expression showed a sense of resignation.

I wanted to say something, but when I remembered it, people didn't understand it at all, and after a while, I thought about it again, and I didn't care if Namira looked good on her face or not, so I finally nodded and left.

Who knew that this road was really not peaceful, Qiao Xi actually ran into Han Yu again.

This time, there was no more such a violent reaction as in Thailand.

Qiao Xi didn't even want to look at Han Yu, so he walked straight past him and passed by.

Han Yu didn't know what was blocking his mouth with a sentence, and he didn't even have time to make a sound.

He felt the wind of the autumn night coldly brushing his shoulders and the corners of his eyes, and his heart hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.

But he spoke anyway, taking the last step before she could enter the house.

"Wait. ”

Qiao Xi was back to back with him, and when he heard his voice, he subconsciously stopped, and only turned back after a while.

“...... What's wrong?" Qiao Xi asked, "Are you looking for Namira?"

"It's not. ”

"Oh. Qiao Xi couldn't listen to the increasingly dry conversation between the two, she just wanted to hide from him, and it was good not to see each other again in this life, "I'll leave if there's nothing to do." ”

She turned around and continued to walk into the house on her own, but was stopped by Han Yu again.

Qiao Xi sneered, "What else is going on with you?"

She didn't even want to say a word, a word, a voice to him now.

Han Yu went crazy and wanted to keep her, so that he could listen to her voice more, "All these years...... How are you doing?"

"That's good. Qiao Xi said casually, "Food and clothing are worry-free, safe and sound." ”

After a moment she added, "At least it's much better than you and Namira." ”

Han Yu could hear the indifference and resentment in these words, but at least it was better than his life...... That's good.

Pretty good.

He asked, "How is the child?"

"What's the matter with you?" Qiao Xi's voice was tingling, "I said, he has nothing to do with you." ”

In the face of all Qiao Xi's anger and ridicule and indifference, Han Yu accepted it all.

The more he forgets, the more unbearable the pain becomes, and then, starting over, the deeper he falls.

However, time cannot be re-passed, and feelings are even more so.

Time has passed, and only those who have experienced it are qualified to say that it is not hypocritical, nor is it moaning painlessly.

The first twenty-five years of Han Yu's life were not smooth and peaceful, but he felt fulfilled at the moment when he got her wish, and then, in the next six years, quickly disintegrated and completely fell apart.

Han Yu's long silence made Qiao Xi feel speechless, and her voice was as cold as ice and snow: "Didn't you say that you wanted to go back to Thailand?"

"Huh?"

"Then you should hurry up. Qiao Xi raised his feet again and walked into the house, "Because every time I look at you now, I feel sick."