She turned her face and secretly wiped her tears, but Xia Ruo's heart was still unmoved, her heart was very calm, like the Dead Sea, she really couldn't make a wave, no sadness, no pain, and no discomfort.

It's like a stranger standing in front of her and saying, "Hi, hello, no, I recognize the wrong person."

Xia Ruoxin rested her chin on her daughter's little head, and then hugged the child in her arms tightly.

stared at Shen Yijun's face seriously, and said word by word. She was talking, and Shen Yijun was listening.

"If you really want to help me do something, then, please don't tell the Chu family about Xiaoyudian, she is not my daughter, I can't give birth to it myself

Come out, she's someone else's. ”

Shen Yijun suddenly choked up, she covered her mouth, probably afraid that she couldn't help but lose her voice.

She kept nodding her head, and her throat was choking from time to time.

"Thank you," Xia Ruoxin hugged Xiaoyu and bowed deeply to Shen Yijun, then hugged Xiaoyu, and left step by step on the fallen leaves.

It is said that the fallen leaves return to the roots, and the big trees are the mother leaves of the fallen leaves, they protect their children, from birth to fall, no matter where they fall, they will eventually return to the mother's arms.

"Mom, is that aunt Mom's mom?" Xiaoyudian asked Xia Ruoxin very sensibly, she didn't know much, and she couldn't think of going there, but she heard Shen Yijun claiming to be her mother's mother.

Is that mother's mother her grandmother?

It turns out that she still has her grandmother's, she bites her little finger, but why does her grandmother come to see her, when she is sick, only her mother's father is there, and there is no one else.

So, my grandmother probably didn't like her.

"Well, she is a grandmother," Xia Ruoxin did not hide from her daughter, there are some things, she will tell her daughter that Xiaoyudian's understanding ability is good, she will understand some and understand some.

"Doesn't she like the little raindrops?" Xiaoyudi tore at her mother's clothes, and her mouth flattened, as if she was a little sad.

"No," Xia Ruoxin walked very slowly, and said very slowly, "It's not that she doesn't like Xiaoyudian, but she doesn't like her mother, Xiaoyudian is so well-behaved and cute, there will be many people who like it." ”

When Xiaoyudian heard this, her flattened mouth finally laughed.

She used her little face to stick to her mother's somewhat cold face, her mother didn't cry, her grandmother didn't like her mother, Xiao Yudi liked her mother, Xiao Yudi would always like her mother's, she only loved her mother's.

Xia Ruoxin put her daughter down, and then took her little hand.

I will hold your hand for the rest of my life, from the time you were born.

If I let go of my hand, it might be the day I die.

You are the continuation of my life and everything to me.

Xiaoyudian walked on her little short legs, happily picked up the leaves on the ground, put them to her mouth from time to time and blew them, and after picking up a lot, she ran to the root of the tree and put the leaves underneath

This is the fallen leaves back to their roots.

In the evening, Chu Lu went home for dinner again, and Song Wan felt more distressed when she saw her son, how could this child become more and more gloomy recently, although his son didn't smile often on weekdays, but it wasn't like now, the whole person was like a machine.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched Chu Lu's arm hard.

"Mom, do you have a sore hand?"

Song Wan shook her fingers and said honestly, "Well, it hurts, son, do you hurt?" ”

Chu Lu touched his arm, "It's okay," his skin is thick and his flesh is thick, so he can exert more force.

"Alas......" Song Wan sighed, finally believing that this was her son, a son who knew pain with flesh and blood, and she thought he didn't know how it hurt.

"Manni still hasn't come back?"

"Well," Chu Lu didn't seem to like to ask this question as he ate.

"Let her live in the Li family more, as long as she is in a good mood, my grandson will grow well."

And the two words of grandson made Chu Lu's fingers holding the chopsticks clenched freely.

"By the way, I saw Ruoxin today," Song Wan remembered what happened this afternoon, and said without much thought, "She hugged a child, three or four years old. ”

Chu Jiang's eyes widened suddenly, three or four years old?

"It's not our family," Song Wan knew what her husband's expression meant, this is not a TV series, a divorce and pregnancy, their Chu family has not had such a good thing, TV is TV, reality is reality.

"That's?" Chu Jiang was really disappointed, he thought that he could pick up a ready-made grandson, although he said that he was about to have it, but if there was one more, he was also happy, it was still ready-made. A white and tender grandson.

"It may be the man's child she is looking for," Song Wan thinks, "That's fine, that child can't have children, and there will be no children of his own in this life, find someone with a child, at least in the future, there is a child to keep by your side." ”

"Yes," Chu Jiang thought about it, and he was unconsciously relieved.

And the two of them said to themselves, but they didn't notice the bitterness that spread between Chu Lu's dark eyes.

"Dad, Mom, I'm done."

Chu Lu put down his chopsticks, "I'll go back to the room first," he stood up, his long legs took the steps he had taken before, they seemed to be a little heavier, and he stepped on the ground, one by one, almost synthesizing the frequency of the heart.

"This kid ......" Song Wan is still worried about her son, after all, Xia Ruoxin is the person he has identified since he was a child, but he is wrong, he is wrong, now that the two of them have families, no matter what, nothing can happen.

"Don't worry," Chu Jiang patted his wife on the shoulder, "Ah Lu is not a child anymore, he knows what he can and can't do." ”

"That's what worries me the most."

Song Wan put her clenched hand on her knees, and she still had some bad premonitions in her heart, because of her son's temperament, she was afraid that he would drill the horns of the bull and not be able to get out for the rest of her life.

The current Xia Ruoxin is the cinnabar mole on his chest, and a slight touch is the pain of drilling his heart.

Believe him, Chu Jiang can only comfort his wife like this, but his son knows that no matter what happens, Chu Lu is Chu Lu, and he will not fall.

And Chu Lu drove away from where his parents lived, no matter how late it was, he wanted to go back, not because there was warmth at home, nor because there were people waiting for her at home, but because it was his home, his father was loving and successful, but he was a failure.

Go home, open the door, turn on the lights.