Luo Qian's heart was a little lost, this kind of feeling should not have been for a stranger. But he still felt that he was still a little too timid, and even asking her name would not seem too presumptuous.

He was sure that this girl was out of love, and he was going through this painful process. Two lovelorn people meet by chance, if it is in a movie, they may have some common emotions to confide in each other, and even the spark of love is unknown. But the reality is always unsatisfactory.

What a heartless man a certain boy on the other side of the lake! was willing to break her heart. Then Luo Qian thought again, in a space that he couldn't see, would Mi Chulei also cry so sadly for him?

Luo Qian was thinking about things in his heart, and he had already packed up his painting tools in his hands and was about to go home.

Just then, a familiar voice called out his name.

"Luo Qian."

"Aunt Tian?" Hearing the sound, a woman with an excellent figure was coming down from the bridge and walking quickly to his side. Luo Qian saw that she was wearing a black down jacket. I also wore light makeup on my face, which made me look better than usual.

In Luo Qian's memory, Tian Xiaojun rarely wears makeup, because her makeup is beautiful enough. Although she is now middle-aged, she still has charm and wisdom. Some people say that a woman's middle-aged age is a peony, not like a rose that is too lingering, not like a lotus that is too pure, and not like a plum that is too vicissitudes. This is Tian Xiaojun's temperament.

Aunt Tian, who has always been gentle and elegant, is in a hurry today. These changes were immediately noticed even if Luo Qian was in good spirits.

"Aunt Tian, so urgent?"

Tian Xiaojun gasped slightly, his chest heaving. She asked in surprise, "Luo Qian, why did you get here?" Do you still come out to sketch in the winter? ”

As soon as she said this, she saw a few big words written next to Luo Qian. The expression on her face was also complicated. Didn't go on.

Luo Qian was calm in front of her. Although Tian Xiaojun is his elder, Luo Qian has regarded her as an elder sister since she was a child, and he sighed and said: "Aunt Tian, you also know about my family's affairs, and I am not too young, so I can share a little bit for the family." ”

Tian Xiaojun frowned, "You sneaked out, right?" With your father's temper, this cold day won't let you come out to sell paintings. ”

Luo Qian smiled and said: "You are really wrong this time, my parents know about this matter, and it is approved." ”

"You deceived others, but can you fool me? You were just born when I met your dad, and I didn't believe he would let you out. ”

"In special circumstances, my brother is in trouble, and my father is so seriously ill. At this time, we need to be in the same boat as a family to tide over the difficulties together! ”

His tone was light-hearted. Tian Xiaojun couldn't hear even a trace of sadness from Luo Qian's tone, as if he was talking about someone else's family. Tian Xiaojun didn't speak, staring at Luo Qian's eyes.

Three seconds later, Luo Qian said helplessly: "Okay, for this matter, I ran away from home twice." ”

Luo Qian said it easily, but the more this is the case, the more uncomfortable Tian Xiaojun's heart becomes. Her eyes were slightly red.

Tian Xiaojun is not a local, she and her husband rented an attic in the small ancient city of Xincheng after she came here 18 years ago, and later after the efforts of the two, they bought the attic. And her downstairs neighbors are Lao Luo's family.

Luo Qian's growth has witnessed the neighborly relationship between the two families for nearly 20 years. As a foreigner, it was difficult to come to the small ancient city for the first time. Lao Luo's family gave her and her husband a lot of care and help.

Some time ago, several major events happened in the old Luo family, which made a well-off family become heavily in debt in an instant. Nowadays, it has even reached the point where even a child who is reading has to come out to sell paintings, which can't help but make people sigh.

This kind of thing is too sad, Tian Xiaojun didn't want to ask any more details, and said: "Luo Qian, you can go back in the afternoon, there are still some of your things in the house, your mother called me and said that I can use it for the past few days, I have already helped you clean it up, I originally wanted your Uncle He to send it to you." As a result, I have a lot of things to do in the past few days, and I haven't been free for a while. In a few days, Auntie will have time to visit your father. ”

Luo Qian said: "Why do you have to wait a few days, is Aunt Tian okay at noon today?" Since you've come to the old city, let's have a meal in our old house. ”

Tian Xiaojun said: "Not today, if it works, will I still use you?" Auntie happened to have something going on today. You go in the afternoon, and I'll go back by that time. ”

Luo Qian was curious, this Aunt Tian rarely interacts with people, and she doesn't go out to play cards, how can there be such an important thing? But thinking of her demeanor and dress today, I guessed in my heart that she must really have something to do, and I didn't ask much at the moment. The two said goodbye and made an appointment to meet in the afternoon.

Tian Xiaojun walked out of Lianhu, took a taxi, and walked home from the old city. The driver deliberately found some topics to talk to her, and she responded without saying a word. The driver said it was boring, and then fell silent. I happened to catch a glimpse of Tian Xiaojun wiping tears from the rearview mirror.

Tian Xiaojun himself didn't know how to get back home. It's like a drunk man drinking a broken piece.

The moment she closed the door, she instantly seemed to be a different person, tears flowed out at once, at first there was no sound, gradually, her crying became louder and louder. I don't know how long she cried, but there was always half an hour.

She looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It's not early. She wiped away her tears, went to the bathroom to wash her face, and went into the kitchen. She picked up the kitchen knife, looked in a trance again, simply put it down, went out and went downstairs, she took out the key to open the door and walked in.

This was the old Locke's house. Just some time ago it was sold to her. She was going to redress it simply, so she ate and lived in the attic. But many things have been moved.

Tian Xiaojun walked into a bedroom and opened the drawer of the desk, where a small character was engraved on the paint surface outside the drawer - "shallow", which could be seen at a glance by a child with a knife.

Pull open the drawer, and the drawer is neatly organized. She pulled out a photo album from the innermost part of the drawer. The album looks a little worn, as old as the photos in the album.

When I opened the album, the first photo was of a straight man, the man looked very ordinary, and he belonged to the type that could not be found on the street. He doesn't have much expression on his face, because he doesn't know how to take pictures, so he doesn't have many photos, and this formally dressed photo is a work photo taken in the unit a few years ago.

Tian Xiaojun looked at this man affectionately, and tears flowed out again.

The man who gave her infinite care and tenderness was none other than her current husband, and they had been married for eighteen years. It's just that they don't have children, and Tian Xiaojun can't have children now.

But at this moment, she took out a picture of a baby from the photo album. Judging by the photo, it was a baby girl, at most three months old.

The girl's big eyes stared at the camera, one thumb was put in her mouth to suck Yun, she lay quietly on the bed, not crying or making trouble. She looked at the camera curiously at the time, as if she was staring at Tian Xiaojun curiously at the moment.

This is the only photo of this child in Tian Xiaojun's hand. She regarded it as a treasure, and whenever she thought about this girl, she would take out the picture and look at it for a long, long time, and see that she had forgotten the time, and she would see herself crying.

Eighteen years later, she has lost count of how many times she has seen this photo, which now looks even older than the black and white photos Tian Xiaojun took when she was a child.

There was a sound of the door opening outside, Tian Xiaojun hurriedly picked up the photos, put the album back in the drawer, and walked out of the bedroom wearing slippers.

"You're back, so early today." She said to the man who came in.

"Xiao-kun, you...... You just cried, didn't you? The man asked with concern.

"No ......"

"I said no, my eyes were red." The man hung his shirt on the hanger and walked over to wipe the tears oozing from the corners of his eyes for Tian Xiaojun. His movements are gentle and considerate. "I just came down from upstairs and thought you were upstairs."

Tian Xiaojun snuggled into the man's arms.

"Xiaojun, do you miss her again? I deliberately took the album downstairs, and you still can't help but look at it. ”

Tian Xiaojun couldn't help but cry again.

The man didn't say anything more, and quietly hugged her for a few minutes, "I'm going to cook, you are not allowed to cry anymore, tell your husband what you want to eat." ”

"Everything you make is delicious." When Tian Xiaojun said this, he was like a little girl.

The man smiled, put down the briefcase he had been carrying, and walked into the kitchen. He began to wash the vegetables.

The kitchen downstairs is obviously a bit bigger. Tian Xiaojun leaned against the door of the kitchen and quietly watched the man's busy back, her heart was hot. He walked up and hugged the man's waist from behind.

"Xiaojun, what's wrong with you today?" The man stopped what he was doing.

Tian Xiaojun said: "Husband, have you ever regretted marrying me?" ”

"I won't let you ask this question, I am the happiest thing in my life to marry you, how can I regret it?"

"But I haven't been able to give you a baby......

"It's okay, all I want is you."

Tian Xiaojun used all his strength, wrapped his arms around the man's waist and sobbed, "If it weren't for you, how could I leave my original family and my daughter." Desperate to come to the city with you? ”

The man turned around, hugged Tian Xiaojun and asked in a low voice, "Have you ever regretted it?" ”

Tian Xiaojun did not answer positively. She said, "I just hate myself for not being able to give you a son and a half daughter, and I feel sorry for you." Husband. ”

The tears in her eyes seeped into the clothes on the man's back, "When I gave birth to her, I almost lost my life, but when I was in a coma for three days, I forgot all the pain when I woke up and saw her lovely eyes for the first time......"

She almost couldn't help but want to tell Lao He that just this morning, she saw the child she had been thinking about for eighteen years, her daughter - Mu Bingwei.