In June, Sioux City ushered in the rainy season, the weather was hot and humid, and sunny days were rare.

In the evening, the sun is hard to come out, and the afterglow of the setting sun falls on the wet concrete floor, covering a layer of fine light.

"Teacher Ye, are you off work?"

A white car arrived at the gate of the Suzhou Embroidery Research Institute, and the security guard in the post booth greeted the beauties in the car.

Ye Mian slid through the sliding window and said with a smile: "Well, it's time to get off work, pick up the child!" ”

In the three or four months since she came to the institute, she has gotten along well with her colleagues up and down here, everyone takes good care of her, and she has also integrated into the collective.

At 4:20, she arrived at the gate of an international bilingual kindergarten on time, a group of nursery children were led out of the school gate by the teacher, and from a distance, Ye Mian saw her baby, Qiao Qiao.

Jojo, like other children, wears uniform orange cropped pants, a white T-shirt printed with an orange logo, and the little man wears a high ponytail.

"Mom!"

Unlike ordinary children, seeing their parents, enthusiastically throwing themselves into their parents' arms, Jojo walked calmly to her with unhurried steps and held her hand.

"Let's go home." Qiao Qiao said in an adult tone.

Ye Mian raised his lips, who is the parent?

She said hello to the teacher and walked with Jojo to the parking lot.

She is dressed in an ancient cheongsam, with her hair in a bun, her skin is fair, and she wears a glass jade bracelet on her wrist, which is a beautiful scenery in the crowd.

It is rumored that this beauty is single, alone with children.

Half an hour later, the mother and daughter returned to their home in the ancient city, a small Soviet-style villa with a yard, which she had bought after deciding to settle in Sioux three or four months ago.

Not long after returning home, Xu Mobai's family of three came to visit, carrying a cage of hairy crabs.

Although the hairy crab in June is very small, it has experienced its first molt, and it is the most tender and delicious time, which is suitable for making noodle crabs.

Ye Mian is very good.

When Xu Mobai came to her, he never regarded himself as an outsider, tied an apron, and cooked himself.

His wife He Qianqian and Ye Mian are good friends, the two women are pruning flowers and watering in the small garden, chatting while busy, Qiao Qiao and Nuan Nuan are playing roller skating in the open space.

At dinnertime, a table of eight immortals was set up in the courtyard, and the five of them were eating dinner outside.

This scene reminded Ye Mian of when he was a child, in the summer, he often ate in the yard, and when it got dark, he could also enjoy the coolness.

Xu Mobai always saw Ye Mian relaxed and happy, and his mental state was very good, he was both relieved and helpless.

He also had to admire Qiao Zhanbei, saying that if he disappeared, he would really disappear without a trace.

The president of a listed group, who gave up his country, retired to the rivers and lakes, donated most of his personal assets to the society and charities, and hid his merit and fame.

Besides, how did he endure the longing for his wife and daughter?

Perhaps, at this moment, he is in a corner of the world, thinking madly about their mother and daughter.

He never dared to mention Qiao Zhanbei in front of Ye Mian, for fear of stimulating her hatred and affecting her mood.

At night, Qiaoqiao fell asleep, Ye Mian put the picture book back on the picture book shelf, she shook her sore and stiff neck while walking, and her cervical spondylosis was committed again.

She took the plaster from the medicine box, tore it open, and a rich and pungent smell of medicine spread, and she lowered her head, feeling the place to apply the plaster.

"I'll come." A magnetic male voice came from the back of his neck.

Her heart fluttered, and her throat choked inexplicably.

No one took the plaster in her hand for a long time, and her arms were uncomfortably numb, so she came back to her senses and applied it casually.

It's memories.

Then, the man grabbed her by the neck and demanded a picture of her, and a wave of hatred welled up in her heart, and she took a deep breath, staying aware, suppressing this strong emotion.

She is often like this, she doesn't think he's okay, and when she thinks about it, she loves and hates, gets emotional, and can't be at peace.

So, don't think about it.

She also understood that her friends had deliberately avoided mentioning this person in front of her.

After lying down, she hugged Qiao Qiao's warm little body tightly, filling the empty feeling in her heart.

……

Hospital, VIP ward.

On the hospital bed, the teenager, who had been in a coma for several months, slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a white ceiling, and gradually, he smelled a smell of disinfectant water and understood that he was in the hospital.

Consciousness returned, and memories flooded back to him.

His name is Jiang Xun.

is a schizophrenic person with a dual personality.

However, the second personality has been killed by him, and he was also seriously injured in the process of fighting with the second personality Jiang Rin.

He's not dead?

"Master......" Jiang Xun turned his black and white eyes and looked around.

"Yo, Young Master Jiang, you're awake!" Staying here to take care of him, Aunt Wu, the nanny of the Qiao family, saw Jiang Xun open his eyes and said excitedly.

She was specially arranged by Qiao Zhanbei more than half a year ago to come over to take care of Jiang Xun.

After Aunt Wu rang the call bell, the medical staff rushed in to do various examinations for him.

In addition to lying down for too long and his body is still very weak, Jiang Xun is very healthy.

In the ward, the young man leaned against the head of the bed, his handsome cheeks, his face was pale, his cheeks were thin, and under the thick bangs, a pair of obsidian-like eyes, like stars.

"Auntie, my master and master, are they remarried now? Happy, right? As soon as the medical staff left, Jiang Xun asked urgently.

I was inexplicably a little uneasy, and some vague pictures appeared in my mind.

Aunt Wu sighed and told him about Ye Mian and Qiao Zhanbei.

Master and Master were forced to separate, they loved each other so much, Master actually hated Master, and Master is now missing......

Jiang Xun lowered his head and recalled Jiang Rin's words before he died, he said, Master and Master will not be happy.

The boy shook his drowsy head vigorously, and gradually, he remembered something.

"Auntie, I'm going to my master!" Jiang Xun said, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

He was still on his feet, dizzy, and sat on the hospital bed for most of the year, and he was very weak.

……

In the embroidery room, Ye Mian sat in front of the embroidery frame, the embroidery needles on her fingertips deftly shuttled on the translucent tulle embroidery cloth, she hung her head, and her expression was focused and serious.

She was wearing a cheongsam, her hair was coiled, and her body exuded a warm glow.

Jiang Xun stood at the door, looking at her, slowly curling the corners of his lips.

Inadvertently, Ye Mian felt that there was someone at the door, and she raised her eyes to look over-

The bright and piercing door was empty, and the teenager was smiling at himself in a white shirt and jeans.

Ye Mian's eyes were hot, he put down his needle and thread, stood up, and smiled knowingly, "It's Xiaoxun......"

Jiang Xun, her apprentice.

"Master......" Jiang Xun's Adam's apple rolled, he took a step, was helped by Aunt Wu who came over, and walked into the embroidery room.

Ye Mian stepped forward, stood still in front of him, and looked at him carefully, his eyes were full of maternal love.

His face was still sickly white, and he was also very weak, as thin as a piece of paper, which was distressing.

"Xiaoxun, when did you wake up? I went to see you before I came to Sioux City, and the doctor said that there was little hope that you would wake up. ”

"I just woke up last night, maybe you and my master didn't let me worry about it......" Jiang Xun said with a smile, a little helpless in his tone.

Thinking of what they have been doing in the past six months, his heart still hurts.

Fortunately, he woke up and fused Jiang Rin's memories.

Ye Mian reacted to who "Master" was referring to, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but clench her hands.