The early autumn night is as cool as water.

Under the bright moonlight, the sycamore in front of the courtyard made a "rustling" sound.

Recently, the task of coaxing the baby and bringing the baby fell on Zhu Wuwu's head, but fortunately, she was handy.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?" Xiao Qingtuan opened his big round eyes and refused to sleep.

After careful calculation, Mo Sihan has not shown up for almost ten days, and it is normal for Xiaoqingtuan to miss his father.

Zhu Wuwu touched her hair dotingly, and smiled: "The little youth group is thinking about Dad, right?"

Xiao Qingtuan nodded his little head.

Zhu Wuwu comforted her: "Dad is busier than him these days, and when he is busy, Xiaoqingtuan will be able to see him."

Xiao Qingtuan blinked obediently: "Okay then. Mommy, you can tell me a story now."

Zhu Wuwu opened the fairy tale book at the bedside and told it attentively: "Today Mommy is going to tell the story of Cinderella, once upon a time, ......

Halfway through the story, the child was already asleep.

When a child is so good, innocent, he laughs when he wants to laugh, he cries when he wants to cry, and he even falls asleep enviably fast.

When people grow up, they will know that night is the hardest thing to endure.

Those emotions and grievances that could not be vented during the day, until dark, finally had a suitable gate.

Fortunately, no matter how pretentious the night is, as soon as the day dawns, it is a new day, as if everything can be started all over again.

Zhu Wuwu carefully folded the quilt for Xiaoqingtuan and quietly walked out of the room.

The mobile phone in the bag vibrated for a moment, and Zhu Wuwu took out the phone and picked it up: "Hey, big brother."

Lin Yunlang's voice came: "I got the news that Su Lan died in a car accident on the day Mo Sihan escaped from the dinner."

"Su Lan is dead?" I wish you no worries about the earthquake in her pupils, shocked to the point of not believing your ears.

She thought that something might have happened to Su Lan, but she didn't expect Su Lan to die.

It is true that Zhu Wuwu doesn't like Su Lan, but when she heard such news, she still shook her head.

Whether it is Bai Yueguang or her godsister, Su Lan's importance to Mo Sihan is self-evident.

Suddenly, Su Lan died like this, presumably for Mo Sihan, this time must have been very difficult.

This is very easy to explain why Mo Sihan can't even take care of his favorite daughter recently.

"Then why is there no news on the Internet?" Zhu Wuwu asked.

"You should know that with the power of Emmesihan, as long as he wants to, it is not difficult to do."

This is true.

Before hanging up the phone, Zhu Wuwu said lightly, "I know."

*

Zhu Wuwu took the bag and was about to leave, and when he looked up, he ran into Mo Sihan, who had just returned home.

After not seeing him for a few days, Mo Sihan's lips were blue, his cheeks were deep, and he was a lot haggard.

The air froze for a moment, and something called embarrassment spread between the two of them.

Zhu Wuwu moved his lips: "I have already coaxed her to sleep in the Little Youth League, I will go back."

She pretended to be calm, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her.

She just wants to escape, but she can't escape, and the decision is not up to her.

Mo Sihan didn't give way, and lowered his voice and said, "I'll go upstairs to see the Xiaoqing Tuan first, you go to the study and wait for me, I have something to say to you."

Sure enough, there was no escape.

Zhu Wuwu rolled up his sleeves and looked down at his watch: "It's late, is there anything you said on the phone?"

Mo Sihan's face sank, and his face was stained with a layer of anger: "No, you go to the study and wait for me."

"Okay then." Zhu Wuwu sighed.

Since you can't escape, you have to face it.

Zhu Wuwu expected that the confrontation between the two would seem to be another tragic fight.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time, she was used to it.

Upstairs in the children's room, Mo Sihan sat at the head of the bed

, staring at the sleeping little man without blinking.

Just looking at the way this little Qingtuan was sleeping, Mo Sihan felt that his devastated heart seemed to be healed, and it didn't seem to hurt so much.

In this life, is it better to have no love?

Love is like a big gamble, betting all the energy and sincerity of a person, some people win the mantle, and some people lose nothing.

You know, if there is love, there will be pain, and in the end it will be all regret.

*

"Squeak!"

Half an hour later, Mo Sihan pushed the door open and entered, and the piece of hope was the crown and the slipper on the desk.

With a furrow on her brows, Mo Sihan asked her in a hoarse voice, "What do you mean?"

Zhu Wuwu smiled bitterly: "The play is over, and the props should be returned."

Prop? She even called what he gave her a prop?

Then this prop is really expensive enough.

Mo Sihan was extremely displeased when he heard this, and said angrily: "In your eyes, do you think you are acting?"

Zhu Wuwu tugged at the corners of his lips: "It's not important, that incident is in the past."

That's right, fairy tales are all lies, you can't be my prince.

Mo Sihan held back his anger and tried to explain to her, "I left halfway through for a reason, you can't be angry. Also, I don't have a habit of recycling things that I send out."

Zhu Wuwu smiled and refused, "I don't like this crown because it makes me look like a clown. I don't like this shoe because it doesn't fit. It's like an inappropriate marriage, where only you know the warmth and coldness."

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Mo Sihan finally got angry.

Mo Sihan strode forward, grabbed Zhu Wuwu's shoulders with both hands and shook them vigorously: "Zhu Wuwu, what are you doing? Are you qualified to do it before me?"

Does she have it? Probably not.

Zhu Wuwu squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and said in a sad voice: "Mo Sihan, let's clear up the two of us in the future."

"You're dreaming!" Mo Sihan picked up Zhu Wuwu's face and kissed it fiercely.

Tossing and grinding, until you taste a hint of salty blood in your mouth.

Zhu Wuwu's eyes were sour, and he pushed him away with all his might: "Mo Sihan, I know that Su Lan died in a car accident, do you want to blame her death on my head again?"

She was scared, really scared.

Mo Sihan's eyes were scarlet, his face was as hideous as a beast, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I wish you no worries, Su Lan was killed by your mother, and I will never let her go."

"Boom!"

Zhu Wuwu's whole body was like being struck by lightning, and he stiffened there, and the blood on his face disappeared little by little.

She was clearly not ready to bear the news.

After a while, she came back to her senses, and her voice trembled, "What do you mean by that?"

Mo Sihan exerted his ten fingers, trembling with anger, and pronounced clearly: "Listen, if it weren't for your mother, Su Lan would have gotten on a plane to go abroad, and she wouldn't have had a car accident." I wish you no worries, bad people are still bad people when they get old, and I can't hold your mother up again and again."

「……」

Mo Sihan's expression was very clear, he had to deal with her mother.

New hatred plus old hatred?

What can I do to wish you worry-free?

Prayer?

Joke!

Mo Sihan choked his throat and said hoarsely, "Do you know how my mother died back then?"

At Shang Mo Sihan's almost scarlet eyes, I wish him Wuwu wanted him to stop talking.

Because she knows that the truth is always cruel.

But the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and cruelty still came as promised.

Mo Sihan's breathing was chaotic, like a fish in his throat, and his voice was hoarse: "My mother died by suicide, and on my birthday, she jumped from such a high place, and finally ended up with a burst of brain, covered in blood, and died of exhaustion on the spot. I was standing downstairs and watching her jump off."

Zhu Wuwu felt that her eardrums were pierced by needles, and the pain was unbearable.

The truth came one after another, and then another, so that she could not breathe, like a fish lacking water on the shore.

For a mentally ill person like Mo Wenwan, death doesn't seem terrible, but rather relief.

At least, Mo Wenwan was smiling the moment she jumped down.

But even so, Mo Sihan still couldn't accept the fact that his mother died by suicide.

It was like a recurring nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Mo Sihan's clenched hands turned white from the exertion, and the tendons on the back of his hands burst out, as if he was caught in an extremely painful memory.

Gradually, a low choked sound came out of his throat, and everything around him was infected, and he became sad.

This is the first time Zhu Wuwu has seen Mo Sihan cry in front of her.

Who said men don't flick when they have tears?

It's just not to the sad place.

I wish you no worries to empathize, and tears did not flow wantonly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Zhu Wuwu's tears became more and more fierce, and he repeatedly said sorry, as if she was the culprit and the initiator.

Why does she have such a mother?

Is there a punishment for the wrong birth?

The answer is obvious.

Zhu Wuwu sent Mo Sihan to kneel.

What is this compared to his pain?

A few hot tears fell on Mo Sihan's hand, and Mo Sihan seemed to be burned by her tears, and immediately let go of his hand.

Mo Sihan woke up from the pain, and his dark eyes gradually became clear: "I wish you no worries, it's not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself. However, I want to take back what I said before, and I will not let your mother go. If you do something wrong, you should be punished."

Zhu Wuwu wiped his tears: "I know. I have severed the mother-daughter relationship with her, and I will not care about your grievances with her in the future."

Whether it's the family's business or her mother's business, she has really done her best.

Mo Sihan wouldn't let her mother go just because she begged her.

In the adult world, there is a price to pay for doing something wrong, and no one is exempt.

"Perhaps, from the beginning, we were wrong. Mo Sihan, I'm afraid I'm going to let down my grandmother, I'm tired, I'm really tired." I wish you no worries, tears like rain, and hearts like ashes.

It's like an endless loop, endless, never-ending.

Mo Sihan's eyes narrowed slightly, staring into her eyes: "I wish you no worries, you are you, she is her. The reason why I won't let you go is not because of hate, but because of love. Therefore, I will not allow you to leave me, neither before nor now, nor hereafter."

Zhu Wuwu smiled mechanically: "It's just so much love in total, after so many years, don't you think it's long gone?" Mo Sihan, you are no longer the Mo Sihan when I first met, and I am no longer the same as before. Our marriage is like that ill-fitting shoe, which doesn't fit in any way. You have to admit that feelings are like waiting on the waiting line, some people come and some people leave, and now I'm going to get off the bus, isn't it okay for us to say goodbye with a smile?"

Mo Sihan's heart wanted to be cut open, and the blood couldn't stop flowing down, and it hurt him to the core.

"Don't think!" Mo Sihan hugged her so tightly that she could barely breathe.

But what he didn't know was that some things were sand, and no matter how tightly he held them, he couldn't stop them from slipping through his fingers.