Dragged back to the living room by Yu Haoqiang, Tong En had to face the person she least wanted to face at the moment again.

After coming down from the upper floor, her feelings for Zhong Yue changed very subtly. Although he had quietly hidden his heart, although he was wearing a mask on his face, facing Zhong Yue, Tong En still couldn't be calm no matter how hard he tried. She didn't dare to look at Zhong Yue's eyes, at the dinner table, she focused almost all of her attention on Yu Hao, even if she had to talk to Zhong Yue, she always subconsciously avoided his gaze.

However, every nerve in her body clearly felt that Zhong Yue's gaze had been wandering around her, and that kind of gaze full of affection no longer made her feel happy and sweet like a few days ago, but sour and flustered.

Because, tonight, although she is still wearing the mask of Tong En on her face, her heart has been changed back to Zhang Xiaoqi's heart. The Zhong Yue in front of him was not exactly the Zhong Yue of a few days ago, he was covered with the shadow of another person, a shadow that she hid deep in the depths of her memory.

When the truth was laid out in front of her eyes, the past was pulled out of the dusty memory. Picture after picture, so clear, so complete, as if six years had not left a trace on it, all things, all feelings, as if they happened yesterday.

Tong En hadn't had time to sort out her thoughts, her brain was in disarray, with Zhong Yue's affectionate gaze on one side and the dark figure in her memory on the other, and when they gradually overlapped, she still couldn't see them as the same person. Could it be that the reason why he fell in love with Zhong Yue without defense was just because of his initial memory of a man? Tong En even became suspicious of his feelings.

Sitting between Yu Hao and Zhong Yue, two people who are closely related to her, Tong En's game of chess is very substandard, and she feels extremely unnatural all over her body next to Zhong Yue so closely, for a few minutes, she even returned to the seaside villa in a trance, in the silent room, only the sound of him or his breathing was in her ears.

"Oh, I won! I won! ”

Yu Hao's excited cheers woke up Tong En's sleepwalking, she looked down at her own miserable chess pieces on the chessboard, for fear of being discovered, and secretly glanced at Zhong Yue.

With a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhong Yue gently patted the top of his son's head with his hand, "Aunt Tong let you." When you lose, you get angry, and you just win a game and you are happy to be like this, it's too ungraceful. ”

"Yes."

Yu Hao pursed his lips in frustration, he also felt that it was too easy to win this game of chess, and he was a little weak-hearted, so he didn't dare to refute his father.

Tong En was distressed, and hurriedly raised his little face and coaxed him.

"Auntie swears, Auntie really didn't let you in this game of chess, but Auntie was a little distracted when she played chess just now, that's why she lost so badly. But it's only one game, and it takes three games and two wins to determine the winner or loser, so let's go on and see who can win in the end. ”

"Good. Just the two of us, don't let Dad participate. "Yuhao is here again.

"Okay, let's do it."

Tong En didn't dare to get distracted this time, she let go of her thoughts, played two games of chess with Yuhao seriously, and only let him take a few steps at the critical moment, and unknowingly let him beat herself 2-1.

This time, Zhong Yuhao was really proud. He won two games of three games, 100% of the winner, although he won the latter game very hard, one of the two games was one step away from losing to Aunt Tong, but in the last game he narrowly won with a difference of two steps, plus the first game he had won, two to one, he was a veritable champion. He stood on the sofa with a vivid face, looking at his father, who was still taller than him, with a smug face, and his little face was almost tilted to the ceiling.

"Yes, this time it's pretty much the same, there's progress."

No matter how seamless Tong En's hands and feet were, he couldn't hide it from Zhong Yue, but this time Zhong Yue didn't break it, but encouraged his son with a smile.

The wall clock on the wall ticked nine times, and Zhong Yue gave an order to Yu Hao: "Zhong Yuehao, it's nine o'clock, it's time to wash and go to bed." ”

Yu Hao, who was on the rise, was reluctant to go to sleep at this time, he looked at his father with a pleading gaze for a long time, there was really no hope, and then he lowered his head and prepared to go upstairs. Suddenly, he jerked up his head again, and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"I want Aunt Tong to tell me a story."

"Okay."

Before Zhong Yue could express his position, Tong En's word "good" had already come out of her mouth, how could she be willing to let go of such an opportunity?

Zhong Yue had no choice but to nod, it seems that if he doesn't fall asleep tonight, his son will not return Tong En to him.

Stuffing the cleanly washed Yuhao into the quilt, leaving only a dimly lit bedside lamp in the room, Tong En leaned on the head of Yuhao's bed, patting him gently sideways while whispering a story to him. Tong En has read many fairy tales since he was a child, and it is not difficult to tell them at all, at first, Yuhao was still staring at her with big bright eyes, talking and talking, his eyelashes blinked and blinked, and his eyelids seemed to be pressed by some heavy object and could no longer support them, and they closed after jumping twice.

Tong En did not stop, and continued to pat him gently until his breathing became even and steady, and then slowly stopped.

Lying on her side beside her son, one hand gently wrapped around him, and his face was the even breath he exhaled, this feeling of happiness was like a dream, which made her want to laugh and cry at the same time, and she really wanted to just hug him and sleep until dawn.

That's it, Tong En, isn't this the picture in your dream? This is an opportunity given to you by God, seize it, you can get back the biological son you think about day and night, you can love him, love him, take care of him, stay with him forever, let him have a complete home. You owe your son too much, and you can't pay it back in this life, for the sake of your son, for yourself, what are you hesitating about? What else do you want to wait for?

In the silence of the room, a voice whispered in her ear as she whispered to her son's breath. Tong En's heartbeat was a little faster, and the thoughts that he hadn't had time to sort out jumped out in a chaotic manner.

yes, what was she waiting for?

Close your eyes, and the five nights of six years ago come back to my mind one by one.

The humiliation and fear of the first night and the final confusion, every detail of the physical entanglement is still fresh in her memory and has never forgotten.

The thoughtfulness of the second night, maybe it was at that moment that something began to soften in my heart.

On the third night, the long wait, the conversations that will never be forgotten in this life, from then on, there seemed to be something more between them than a transaction.

Fourth Night,

Fifth Night,

Although it is still a transaction, although it is still passively beared. However, I vaguely felt that something had become different between them, but at that time, they did not or did not dare to seriously look for something that was as fleeting as a gossamer. Now that she thinks about it, she is still not sure what has changed, but her heart is not as painful as it was at the beginning.

Five nights, the most intimate physical contact between human beings, the closest physical fit between man and woman, in addition to their appearance, they are familiar with every inch of each other's skin, every subtle reaction. The thoughtfulness of men, women are not unappreciated; The meekness of women, men are not distressed, however, there is no verbal communication, let alone spiritual communication, they, just like passers-by A and passerby B who are accidentally trapped in the same space, are always strangers.

However, Tong En knew very well in her heart that the memory of that man had been engraved on her heart, brain and every inch of her body like a tattoo, so that when they reunited, the first handshake was only a brief contact between fingers, which also made Tong En's heart tremble.

Zhong Yue, the man she loved. Is it really just the memory that she fell in love with him that she couldn't get rid of? When I thought that he might be the man who bought her first night six years ago, my fear and panic were so real.

At this moment, lying on Yu Hao's bed, leaning against his son, Tong En understood what he was afraid of.

Affectionate and timid, no matter what reason she fell in love with Zhong Yue, she fell in love, really fell in love, that sweet and happy feeling still remained in her mind, she was afraid of losing.

No one had taught her what to do in such a situation, and God had always had no mercy in throwing her to a fork in the road full of thorns, and whichever path she chose, she would be bruised all over her body.

The five nights that had passed, no matter how grandiose the reason was, could not change the relationship between them selling and buying. In the meantime, no matter how many emotional changes have taken place between them, they cannot close the distance between them. Zhang Xiaoqi was already very clear about this at that time, and Zhong Yue must have been even clearer at that time.

Now, six years later, can their short-lived love contain everything that once was? How deep is their love? How thick is the affection? Can the deep one erase all the pain caused by each other, and the thick enough to fill the chasm between them?

Her fear and fear were real.

It's not that I didn't think of a reunion. Many times during the nine months of solitude, she thought about reuniting and imagining what it would be like to face him in person. In the long night of more than nine months, she felt that she had thought the answer very, very clearly.

Who is she? Why survive these difficult nine months alone?

For him and the children in his womb, she, Zhang Xiaoqi, should always be invisible, and can never live in the same sunshine as them.

That's the answer, a ruthless, cold, unchangeable fact.

In these nine months, she experienced the most difficult transformation of her life, a complete transformation from mind to body, and when she hung Xiang Lian on her son in the delivery room, she buried Zhang Xiaoqi in her heart. Before she was about to set foot on the American continent as Tong En, she also went to the place where Zhang Xiaoqi last lived to pay tribute to her.

In the five years that followed, Tong En never thought about meeting again.

And fate made them meet again in this form, and in the face of today's love and the pain of the past, how could she be embarrassed.

From the time she saw that Xiang Lian to the present, she was walking around this big house mechanically like a robot, and she didn't know what to do. Facing Zhong Yue's affectionate gaze, she couldn't pretend that she didn't know anything and looked back at him as before. Facing Yu Hao, Aunt Tong who listened to his voice, she couldn't be indifferent.

But one thing she knew very well was that she didn't have the courage to tell Zhong Yue in person that she was the woman she had betrayed to him six years ago.

So, she was waiting, waiting for a determination.