He Bing sat on the bench at the bus stop, stretched out his cold hands and slowly touched his lower abdomen, "Xiao Ye Ming, are you like your mother? You can't hold on any longer."
Before today, I was looking forward to every dawn, and after today, I was afraid of every dawn.
A world without Ye Ming would no longer have mottled colors.
He Bing gently raised the corners of his lips, then slowly raised his eyes.
In front of her eyes, a bus roared past, and she saw the tall and strong body on the street opposite.
The slender feathers like butterfly wings suddenly trembled, and the clear pupils shrank violently.
What did she see?
Is it a dream?
The person she dreams about day and night is standing across the road from her.
He Bing quickly stood up, and the cold winter wind blew the hem of her floral skirt, causing ripples.
Time slowed down, and as time flew by, her eyes and heart were filled with the reflection of that person.
If it was a dream, she would rather never wake up.
Big tears rolled down her face, and she curled her lips in her tears, crying and laughing like a fool.
…
Opposite, Ye Ming is waiting for the bus.
He was wearing a gray shirt, black trousers, and the trousers were tucked into black boots. He was still tall and strong.
However, he hadn't shaved for a long time, and his face was covered with stubble. His hawk-like brown eyes glanced at the bus. Before the bus he was waiting for came, he pursed his thin lips in deep displeasure.
At this time, a delicate and pretty figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes, and he raised his eyes.
On the street opposite, a girl in a long skirt looked like a water lily that had just bloomed in a pond.
He Bing.
With a bang, the small package in his hand fell to the ground.
grass.
The muscles under the gray shirt were bulging, like an iron wall. He stared closely at that pretty figure.
With almost a look, he kneaded her into his own flesh and blood.
The next second, he pulled away his legs and walked towards her.
The piercing horn sounded, and the vehicles on the street were forced to stop. A driver slid down the window and said, "Hey, you don't want to die!"
Ye Ming glanced sideways and glanced at the driver.
The driver's scalp went numb, and he got into the car with his neck scrunched up. This man was not to be messed with.
"Oh my god, look, that one seems to be Chief Ye."
"Really, really Chief Ye!"
“Great, Chief Ye is back, Chief Ye is back home!”…
All the vehicles stopped, the bustling streets slowly became quiet, and everyone was looking at it.
A sharp brake sound sounded, and Zhu Chao stopped the car urgently. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Scissors, who is that in front of you?"
Scissors lay looking out the car window, "Yes...it's the chief! It's really the chief!"
Zhu Chao's tears suddenly fell down, and he, who was always gentle, cursed, "Damn, I knew Ah Ming had a tough life!"
…
Ye Ming crossed the road calmly and stopped in front of He Bing.
He looked at her up and down first, pursed his lips in displeasure, and lost weight!
Her face as big as a palm was covered with tears. He frowned his heroic eyebrows into the character "Chuan" and said, "Stop crying. He's not dead. He's fine!"
He Bing refused to listen and still shed tears.
Disobedient little thing!
Ye Ming raised his eyebrows and reprimanded in a deep voice, "Why are you still standing there?"
Afraid that she wouldn't understand, he added, "Come here!"
Two simple words, full of dominance.
He Bing pulled out his thin legs and came to him step by step.
She stretched out her little hand to touch his handsome face.
Is he...really back?
However, her little hand stopped at his face and she did not dare to touch it.
Big tears fell down, and she swallowed, "I often dream about this encounter scene, but in the dream, as soon as I touch you, you disappear..."
"I don't dare to touch it anymore, as long as... I can look at you like this, Ye Ming, don't leave, the baby and I... can't hold on anymore..."
Her fragile shoulders were trembling, and she seemed to be running away when the wind blew. Ye Ming suddenly stretched out his broad and rough palm, grabbed her cold little hand, and then pulled her into his arms with force.
He tightened his strong arms and hugged the delicate and small frame in his arms. He pressed his thin and flexible lips to her hair. After taking a sip of her fragrance, he cursed in a low voice, "Stop crying. Crying and tearing me up."
My heart aches from crying."
"What are you afraid of? I'm back and I won't leave again. I miss you so much these days."
He Bing burst into tears and laughed, it was really Ye Ming, really her Ye Ming.
His strong chest, warm body temperature, and deep words in his ears were the same as before.
Nothing has changed.
He Bing slowly stretched out his two little hands and hugged him, smiling silly, it was great, he was finally back.
Neither early nor late, when she and the baby could no longer hold on, he rushed home.
…
When He Bing was three months pregnant, Ye Ming came back from the army at night and cooked dinner.
He Bing ate two bowls of millet, and her belly was round. She was lying on the sofa. Ye Ming was leaning lazily on the top of the sofa, holding a military map in his big palm and looking at it. He Bing's
The little head rested on his belly.
She stretched out her delicate white hands and touched the abdominal muscles around his waist. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, eight-pack abs. Isn't it too luxurious for her to sleep with these eight-pack abs every day?
She raised her little head and looked at the man. He lowered his brown eyes and was looking at the military map intently. His look showed the majesty of a chief.
He had not yet taken off his military uniform. The uniform was stiff and worn as a walking clothes hanger, but the sleeves were rolled up when cooking.
"Ye Ming, if you keep feeding me like this, will I be as fat as a ball?" she asked in a soft voice.
Ye Ming's eyes moved from the military picture to her pink face, then he stretched out his palm and pinched it, "No."
He Bing quickly became elated, and he was the only one who spoke sweetly.
At this time, the man added, "The ball can still roll, but you can't even roll it."
“…”
What?
What did he say?
He Bing raised his eyes to look at him, and his eyes moved to the military map again.
"Ye Ming, please speak clearly. Do you dislike me for being fat?" She spread out the military map on his palm with her little hands. She turned over and sat on his strong thighs, with her hands on her hips, as if she would never give up.
Look.
Ye Ming squinted his brown eyes and glanced at her, then slapped her butt with a big palm holding a military map, "No rules, get off here."
"I do not want!"
She won't go down.
Ye Ming glanced down at her figure. She had a small waist with a porcelain vase mouth and the perfect S-shape. However, her belly protruded a little in front. She was as cute as she wanted. He glanced up again.
Well, it's a little bigger.
"You really don't want to go down?"
"Don't go down!"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was a "pop" sound. Ye Ming shook off the military map in his hand, grabbed her waist with two big palms and picked her up directly. He kicked open the door to the room and threw her on the bed.