Sitting at the head of the bed, his fingers opened slightly, it was a small iron box, the iron box opened, inside were pieces of torn paper, a few of which had been finely glued, and many of which were not glued, these were not easy to stick, and they were not easy to find, and it took a lot of effort and time.

It's hard to imagine that these pieces of paper like jigsaw puzzles were he, a busy man, looking for them little by little, collage, and gluing them together.

He took out a picture, on which was a man drawn, the man had perfect and handsome facial features, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was laughing, a little helpless laughter, even teasing.

His fingers were on his lips, and he couldn't touch the curvature between them, was he really smiling? And he really can't remember.

He let out a sigh of relief, took out the pieces of paper one by one, and put them on his lap, trying to find the same, and he wanted to know what kind of expression he had, which he did not know.

This is what the woman left, and he tore it up with his own hands, and he wanted to throw it away, but, I don't know why, he always can't give it up, and even, he keeps these things that can be said to be waste paper as treasures.

He focused on looking for pieces that could be pasted together, but he didn't find that the woman next to him had opened her eyes, and those beautiful eyes, which were originally gentle, began to be hideous at this time, and there was something called jealousy.

Is his heart in hers? Will it be on a woman? Or maybe his heart is still in his chest.

Instead of giving this pile of scraps of paper.

She was crazy with jealousy, and she wanted to die with jealousy, lowered her eyes, and her fingers grabbed the quilt on her body, eager to scratch the quilt on her body.

Pretending to turn sideways, she closed her eyes tightly, four years, four years have passed, Ritsu, tell you, where is your heart, where is it? You didn't give it to me, so you say, you say, who did you give it to, to whom?

Her hand is on her lower abdomen, here, I don't know if there will be a child today, if you want to use a child to maintain the relationship between two people and marriage, is it really too sad, she doesn't want this kind of life, but, she has no way, child, she must be pregnant.

The moon is bright, and the night is thick.

It seems that there will be many people who will not be sleepy, but many more people will sleep in the land of dreams, where there will be joy and anger, there will be dreams, but in the end, there will be nothing.

Xiao Yudian snuggled up to her mother, still holding her doll in her arms, Xia Ruoxin just touched her daughter's pink little face, and encouraged her with a smile, "Xiao Yudian, don't be afraid, okay?" It only hurts a little, and my mother is outside. ”

Xiaoyudian blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes were full of tears, and then hugged Xia Ruoxin's neck.

"Mom, is it really just going to hurt a little?" She shrank into Xia Ruoxin's arms, because she was in pain, she would cry.

"Well, believe Mom, Mom has never deceived Xiaoyudian, it really will only hurt for a while," Xia Ruo touched her daughter's hair distressedly, and also lied to her, she held back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.

How can she bear this, she is only three years old.