Chapter 263

Xia Yuhan accompanied Xin'er to finish piano class and went home to make lunch. After lunch with Xin'er, Xia Yuhan accompanied the child to read a book for a while. Looking at Xin'er sleeping in bed, she suddenly felt a little tired.

Back to his bedroom, lying in bed, he unconsciously stroked his hands on his belly, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

The little life has been in his body for more than 50 days. On several occasions, he almost couldn't help trying to tell Lin Kai the news, but later he still couldn't help it.

She wanted to give Lin Kai a big surprise when she met.

Xia Yuhan's cell phone vibrated when she was lying in bed looking forward to a better future.

Pick up your mobile phone and see that it's a text message from a strange number. I opened it curiously. Xia Yuhan only felt his brain buzzing.

"Please leave Lin Kai consciously. I'm his fiancee. We have children!" No signature.

When Xia Yuhan put down his cell phone, his brain was blank. It turned out that Lin Kai didn't come back for a month for a reason. He was still waiting so foolishly. The woman who became stronger couldn't help crying.

Stroking his lower abdomen, he was reluctant to give up. He resolutely stood up and left a note for his daughter. He picked up his bag and went to the hospital.

For two days, Lin Kai didn't have any contact with himself. Xia Yuhan's heart was completely cold. He turned on the computer, boarded QQ and wrote down the title of the broken winged angel. Tears have flowed into a river.

Sad autumn is coming. There is a cloud in the sky. In the sustenance of time and space, in the melancholy dusk and the cold outside the sky covered by clouds, it beats my mood bit by bit, leaving the dusk confused.

Tears took root, and I still stood with scars in my heart. The gloomy concrete building half closed and half closed the gloomy thoughts on the ground. I listened to the voice of late autumn independently in front of the window. The cobwebs on the roof trembled in empty circles, allowing the bleak lights to lengthen my dry thoughts and supplement my dreamless sleep on the ruins of my heart, The dilapidated concrete building is melancholy with open eyes. At this time, it is so silent.

My child, in such a quiet night, I miss you so much that I can't forget the fast feeling of music flowing in my blood and feel your heartbeat. I feel like a raging tide after spending more than 100 days with you, which makes me feel deeply cold. At the moment, every wisp of wind and every slight fluctuation are like your warm heartbeat, which is transmitted to my feelings through my feelings. It is cool as water, which gives me sweet excitement and makes my lips full of affectionate roses. At the moment, excessive extravagance and desire will be full of singing.

After all, the sky is long and the dream is short, and the moonlight constantly pulls the clouds destined to wander. The moment you raise your hand, you will float a leaf of the flute far away, hurriedly and mistily missing another season. You haven't had time to see this treacherous world, so you came to another world. Since then, we are separated by Yin and Yang! The light moon is speechless, and the wind makes the stars scattered and disorderly shadows, which makes the lost murmur and clear sorrow. He lies quietly in the solitude of the night, silent about a nothingness between heaven and earth. The thick night is still thick on his forehead. The copper mirror of the wind and moon mottled the old things and understood his own dream.

The mountains are high, the waters are wide, and the clouds are far away. My child, do you also have unbearable loneliness, how to board in a strange world and how to protect yourself? Do you really live well in the kingdom of heaven without desire and bring you and me to a strange distance?! Back to the secular world, is there anything worth remembering? Who will protect you from the wind and rain? Who knows the right and wrong? Drifting clouds are as flashy as a dream. What else can remember your smiling face, repeat my feelings with you yesterday, meet an empty Western bliss, but be silent from now on.

Do you know? That day, I still saw you clearly, little you, so helpless curled up there, petite limbs tightly held together, are you cold? My child, the moment I saw you, my heart was broken and I didn't know anything. Vaguely, I feel you waving to me. You want your mother to accompany you, don't you? You're scared on the road, aren't you? However, I can't accompany you, at least not now. Forgive my mother's selfishness! Trembling calls for you who are drifting and sad. The past events everywhere, the pain lost in the season, and the heart monologues into plastic petals in the barren old trees and vines. With the sound of the Jade Flute, the flying butterflies slowly cross the thousands of mountain roads at the end of the world along the swaying rhythm, as if wandering in the snake like mountain path in the grace of candlelight and tears, listening to a wandering song of debris flow, and allowing the birds to wait for the distant return of their nests on the embarrassing branches. Still wet cloud shadow painted on the body, warm my thick winter loneliness, gradually into the lazy and disappointed eyes, began to break and numb, now I no longer have reason to mention the old things again, only the pain in my heart devoured my heart, let the body temperature know each other thousands of miles apart, curved ditch water empty look back, lost a few drops of clear tears to commemorate myself.

Yes, everything lies in love. Life is short. It's better to make willing petals with fate! Let me have many dandelion floating expectations, bend my head into the deepest thoughts, recite the sad and beautiful notes, and give them to the homeless wind. My heart holds the geese, and my dream is the green bird.

Old feelings can't disappear. Sometimes the excitement and glory once is really heavy for a lifetime. The pain of losing you needs to be compensated by my lifelong regrets. Maybe this is God's punishment for me! It's better to soak resentment, nostalgia and bitter tears into a spicy wine glass and swallow pain and joy with a congested throat! Chewing the tearful verses, let the gradually weak body disappear into the bony shoulder blades. The bitter remains turn into a wisp of cooking smoke, burn the memory you left to your mother, and spend the rest of your life happily! The sealed wine jar is silent on the ground, leaving us the happiness we imagine in the future!

The heart, like a thin crescent moon, hangs high in the sky and quietly laments your other world far away. The cycle of years that ends as scheduled will always leave a long sigh in this thin path and wait for your echo from afar. The gentle wind and pattering rain beat on the calm pond, feeling a lonely voice like crying. I will freeze a love made of longing and repentance. If there is an afterlife, will we still have the chance to be mother and son? Do I still have a chance to pay off my conscience debt?

When she knocked down the last paragraph, Xia Yuhan buried her tears and the children and the man who didn't have time to see the treacherous society in the cemetery in her heart.