Jiang Junjie stopped the car in front of the apartment, his hand was still holding the steering wheel, he turned his head to look at Mi Jia and said uncomfortably, "Sister, did I do something wrong, shouldn't I go to see her?" ”

Mi Jia shook her head, smiled at him, and said, "Do what you want this time, if you think she can forgive, and you want to forgive her, then accept it again, don't care about others, and don't let yourself regret it." ”

In fact, after Wu Wenlan's incident, she understands more about the impermanence of the world, and if she regrets it when there is no way to recover, it will really be useless.

Looking at him, Mi Jia reached out and pulled his hand over, patted his hand, and said, "Do what you want in your heart, don't wait until later to regret not choosing now, even if we know that the result is the same, we are already mentally prepared for that kind of pain, if it really changes, isn't it very good?" ”

Jiang Junjie looked at her, his expression was still a little bitter, and said, "Sister, I'm afraid, I'm really afraid that it will be the same result." ”

"Junjie, you sue me, can you really not recognize her?" Mija looked into her eyes and asked, not allowing him to avoid the question.

Jiang Junjie couldn't answer, because he didn't have an answer himself, he wanted to admit it, but he didn't dare.

Mi Jia touched his head and said, "Don't be in a hurry to answer me, think about it yourself, think about what you want most in your heart, do it when you think of it, don't let yourself regret it, even if you choose the wrong one, it's not a big deal, my sister will always be behind you, backed by you, and support you." ”

Jiang Junjie looked at her, reached out and hugged Mi Jia for a while, and whispered in her ear, "Sister, thank you." ”

Mi Jia patted him on the shoulder and said, "There's nothing that can't get by, it's going to get okay as soon as you get by, don't worry too much, just do what you want to do." ”

Letting go of her, Jiang Junjie nodded and assured her, "I know, I will, don't worry." ”

Mi Jia smiled with relief and said, "Okay, when you go back, drive slowly, don't ignore the thoughts, look at Lu more, I'll go up first." ”

"yes, I know." Jiang Junjie also smiled at her, different from the bitterness just now, the smile now came from his heart.

Mi Jia got out of the car, stood at the door and watched him turn around and leave, and then turned around and entered the community.

When Mi Jia came home, Cheng Yue had already returned, holding the child in the living room, the little guy hadn't slept today, and he was still crying when he was held in his arms.

Mi Jia put down the bag in her hand and stepped forward to ask, "What's the matter?" As he spoke, he took the little guy from his hand with some distress.

Cheng Yue's face was not very good-looking, so he only whispered that it was nothing, and then turned around and went upstairs.

When Mi Jia was puzzled, Aunt Qin came from the kitchen with a milk bottle and whispered to Mi Jia, "At night, Hanghang saw the photo of his grandmother, and kept staring at his grandmother, crying and arguing to find his grandmother, and searched the whole house, but he didn't want to sleep." ”

Hearing this, Mi Jia immediately understood, and Cheng Yue was afraid that he would also think of Wu Wenlan.

Hold the child and sit on the sofa, adjust the posture and let the child fall on his lap, take the bottle in Aunt Qin's hand, and then hand the pacifier into the child's mouth.

The little guy was tired of crying and a little hungry, so he was busy sucking desperately when he touched the pacifier.

"Hey." Aunt Qin sighed in a low voice, looked at the little guy lying in Mi Jia's arms and drank milk, gently touched his hair with her hand, and said in a low voice, "You said that this bloodline is really severed, even if it is such a young child, he doesn't understand anything, and when he sees his grandmother, he knows how to call and find." ”

Mi Jia was also a little sad, and said in a low voice, "Mom is too good to Hanghang, and she was with him most of the time when he was alive. ”

Aunt Qin patted Mi Jia on the shoulder and said, "Take your time, it's not yet, it's going to get better after a long time." ”

Mi Jia nodded and smiled at Aunt Qin.

"You look at the child first, my kitchen hasn't been cleaned up yet, go clean up first." Aunt Qin walked towards the kitchen as she spoke.

The little one closed his eyes and fell asleep without finishing his milk, leaning on Mija's arms, quiet like an angel at the moment.

Mijia gently pulled the pacifier out of his mouth, trying not to disturb him, put the bottle on the low table, kissed his forehead, and carefully stood up from the sofa.

The sudden suspension made the little family a little uncomfortable, and he whimpered and frowned a little unwillingly.

Seeing this, Mi Jia hurriedly reached out and patted him, shook it gently, and whispered that his mother was by his side.

The little guy didn't know if he heard it, rubbed his head and found a place in her arms again, relaxed his brow and continued to sleep peacefully.

Mi Jia breathed a sigh of relief, gently shook him to make him sleep more peacefully, and then quietly walked towards the kitchen, said hello to Aunt Qin, and then carried the child upstairs.

When I got to the upstairs room, the balcony door was open, and the faint smell of smoke was blown in by the wind from the balcony.

Mi Jia gently put the little guy on the bed, pulled the quilt over his belly, half sat on the bed for a while, saw that the little guy was not unaccustomed, then lowered his head and kissed his forehead lightly before standing up.

Glance at someone standing outside the window smoking a cigarette and walk towards him.

It was a little cold outside the balcony, and the smell of smoke was even more chilling.

didn't want the little guy in the room to suck too much nicotine, so when Mija went out, she gently slammed the balcony door shut.

Cheng Yue turned his head to look at her and asked, "Did Hanghang sleep?" ”

Mija smiled at him and nodded, "Just fell asleep." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony, the curtains in the room were pulled open, and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the little guy was lying on the bed and could see it at a glance.

Cheng Yue followed her gaze and saw the little guy lying on the bed, so he put his mind at ease, turned his head, and took another puff of cigarette.

Mi Jia walked over to him, reached out and hugged him from behind, put her face on his back, and whispered, "Didn't you say okay, we all have to get better slowly, and welcome a better future." ”

Cheng Yue extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, put his hand on hers, and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

Mija leaned behind him and shook her head, "Don't apologize to me, you know I don't like it." He never felt sorry for her, and besides, there was no need to apologize between husband and wife.

"I can't help but think about it, and the more I watch Hanghang cry at night, the more uncomfortable my heart becomes." Cheng Yue said, his eyes staring at the dark night sky.

Mijia said as she pulled his body over from behind and looked him into the eyes. "I know, I understand, let's take our time, don't rush, if we think about our mother, we'll take the photos for a while."

Sadness and sadness require a process, and no one can forget all of them.