After eating, the two of them sat quietly under the porch, Yang Xiaofeng leaned on the back of the bench, and Luo Qingxue leaned on his shoulder. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It would be nice if time stood still. But instead of standing still, time seems to have passed a little faster.

When Yang Xiaofeng looked up, he realized that it was dusk.

Before you know it, it's dusk again.

"Ah Xue......", Yang Xiaofeng glanced down at his wife in his arms, and found that she was asleep, and she slept peacefully, as serene as a newborn child.

I don't know what she dreamed of, she was still laughing in her dream. Her smile is also very innocent, and innocent is like a child.

At this time, there was no trace of cold arrogance on her face.

Looking at the serene smile on his wife's face, Yang Xiaofeng smiled. He smiled because he understood that Ah Xue's heart must be warm and safe at this time. Otherwise, she wouldn't laugh like that, at least not like a child.

The child only laughs like this when he is in his mother's arms, but Ah Xue is no longer a child, but a woman. For a woman, such a smile can only be made in the arms of the man she loves the most and relies on the most.

Just as he was looking at her, Luo Qingxue suddenly moved her head, smacked her mouth, and whispered. Yang Xiaofeng thought she was going to wake up, but she didn't expect to move again.

But with this move, a few strands of hair touched the corners of her mouth, and he had to play with it for her.

As soon as he toyed with it, Luo Qingxue woke up.

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly felt a little sorry.

"Why am I falling asleep again"?

Luo Qingxue muttered to herself, feeling a little blushing.

Yang Xiaofeng seemed to remember something at this time, gently patted Luo Qingxue's shoulder, got up and said, "Ah Xue, you wait for me, I'll go get something, let's go to the back mountain together."

"What are you doing in the back mountains"?

Yang Xiaofeng had already entered the house, but his voice came out, saying, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is going to be sacrificed." When I came back yesterday, I had already bought incense and candles, so we went to put incense sticks on my father and mother, and by the way, I told them the news that you were pregnant, so that they would be happy too."

"Oh......", Luo Qingxue pouted, and wanted to say, "Isn't it just that I am pregnant with a child, is it necessary to make it known to everyone"?

Just when she was thinking like this, Yang Xiaofeng had already taken her hand and walked all the way to the back mountain.

Back Mountain.

In front of the joint tomb of Yang Shuangzi and Mei Luoyun.

Yang Xiaofeng knelt on his knees and burned a wad of paper money to the deceased, but this time the expression on his face was not sadness, but relief.

He's even laughing.

Although he was worshipping the dead, he was laughing. At this point, he really should laugh.

He had had had suffered enough in his life, but on the contrary, he had laughed too little.

As long as one person can still laugh, the situation is not too bad.

No matter how bad a person's mood is, when he laughs, his mood will gradually improve.

As long as a person's mood can still get better, then it's not a big deal. In short, everything will pass.

People always have to look forward, and the road always has to move forward. The days must go on, and life must go on.

Time will heal all wounds. In fact, when you look back again many years later, you will find that no matter how painful the memory is, it is just an old past that has been blurred by time, or even long since been sealed in the depths of the years.

One cannot always dwell on the wounds of the past.

So, he should really laugh at this time. Moreover, he was about to become a father, and at such times, if he smiled any more, he would be sorry for his future child.

Laughter is the most innocent emotion in the world, and the newborn child is the most innocent life in the world, just like the innocent smile.

At this moment, if he didn't laugh any more, it would be a blasphemy against this life.

Before, he didn't like to laugh, then he was just himself, then he was just himself. But now, he is a father.

The pain in his life was too much, and he could no longer let his child feel the pain from his parents while he was still in his mother's womb.

The child is innocent.

"Father, mother, ......", Yang Xiaofeng knelt in front of his parents' graves, kowtowed three times, and then smiled: "Ah Xue is pregnant with our child, and our family has a future." Father and mother, you must bless your grandchildren with the healthy growth of your grandchildren, and you must bless our family."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to his sister. In an instant, a few traces of pain flashed in his eyes, but he immediately smiled and said, "Xiaoxi, did you hear it, you are going to be an aunt soon." You said, what name will you choose for your nephew in the future? Oh, I forgot, I didn't know it was a boy or a girl, but if it was a girl, it would be a niece."

"Wind, you ......", Luo Qingxue gently rubbed Yang Xiaofeng's hair with her hand, seemingly a little worried, and at the same time there was a deep guilt on her face.

Even though she has been guarding him for so many years, even if she and he are now fully united, even if he and she are already a beloved husband and wife who depend on each other at this time.

However, all this still cannot and cannot make up for the previous mistakes. A fault is a fault because it is irreparable.

Although Yang Xiaofeng has long been no longer hateful, although the wound has long been healed, there will always be a deep or shallow scar left on the former wound.

Time can heal wounds, but they can never erase scars.

Yang Xiaofeng had already taken Luo Qingxue's hand, got up and said with a smile: "Ah Xue, I'm fine." Don't think about it, Xiaoxi won't blame us."

"Wind, I'm ......", Luo Qingxue stared at her husband, then gently rested her head on his chest, as if there were too many words, but in the end she just said softly: "Wind, thank you."

Previously, she thought that her affection for her husband was only motivated by love between a man and a woman. But at this time, she suddenly found that she had an extra respect for him.

She loves her husband, and at the same time she respects him even more.

She had never been so happy as she had ever been at this moment, when she suddenly discovered that her husband was such a great man.

Yang Xiaofeng smiled and asked, "Okay, why do you want to say thank you to me, do you still need to say thank you between the two of us?"

Luo Qingxue said firmly: "This thank you must be said."

"Why"?

"Because of you"?

Yang Xiaofeng was confused.

Luo Qingxue said softly: "Because of you, I met such a good you."

Yang Xiaofeng laughed and said, "Then you should be grateful to fate."

"I never believed in the ...... fate", Luo Qingxue bit her lip and said softly: "In this life, I only believe in one thing."

"What"?

"You".

"What......", Yang Xiaofeng muttered, "I'm not a thing."

Luo Qingxue gently rubbed Yang Xiaofeng's chest with her forehead and said, "What are you doing with this, anyway, I only believe in you in this life."

Yang Xiaofeng wanted to say something more, but Luo Qingxue had already reached out and gently covered his mouth, and said, "Don't say anything, wouldn't it be good for us to stay quietly like this."

What else could he say?

Luo Qingxue took his hand again and said, "Let's go, let's go to the front and have a look."

No one noticed that at this time, behind an old tree not far away, a pair of jealous eyes were staring at the husband and wife.

At this moment, the expression on her face didn't know whether it was anger or sadness, perhaps, more just desolation.

Isn't this a doomed ending, why is she still jealous, why is she angry, why is she sad?

However, if you can tell the cause of the sorrow, is it still called sorrow?