Liang Yimo behaved very calmly that night, as if nothing happened.
After dinner, I entered the bedroom and didn't come out.
He's mother and the housekeeper were anxiously walking around at the door. At this time, Young Master Ye's phone call couldn't be reached. Liang Yimo had already ordered not to disturb her. None of them dared to break in to check what happened. If there was something wrong with the master inside,
, they couldn't afford it, so they had to wait at the door and be the first to rush in if something happened.
Liang Yimo sat alone in front of the bed. She looked at the lamp in front of the bed, lost in thought.
The night was cool and very quiet.
The cell phone rang at this time, and she looked up at the caller ID. Even though it was ringing there, the ringtone of the cell phone was still ringing. It was unknown how long it took before Liang Yimo answered the call.
After hanging up the phone, the expression on her face was very calm. This phone call made her calmer and calmer.
Sometimes, Liang Yimo felt that God was always joking with her, one after another.
Sometimes I feel really tired.
Ye Chen's clothes were neatly ironed in the closet, without any wrinkles at the corners. She knew that he had very high requirements for her clothes. Although there were still many of her clothes in the cloakroom that she hadn't had time to wear, Liang Yimo still didn't wear them in person.
Pretend to be someone else.
Since when had she been willing to do this for him?
The slender jade hands gently stroked the rows of clothes, just like this, quietly.
****
Six years later.
The wind chimes outside the hall door tinkled again, a majestic sound tapping the soul. Aunt Mary on the corner had already taken Billy out for a walk, and Peter next door was already chasing his naughty boy along the street with a mallet.
My son Denu has come full circle. This is a scene that must be performed every day.
Aunt Mary was passing by holding her Billy at this time and stopped, "Peter, what did your little Denu do to make you angry again?"
Peter stopped panting, and the beard on his cheeks stood up. His face was as red as drinking wine. Little Denu in front saw his father stop and stuck out his tongue at him.
, Pai Paipai and his group of playmates suddenly jumped somewhere and started to cause mischief.
Peter wiped his sweat, saw that it was Aunt Mary who greeted her politely, and entered his store in a muffled voice.
Everyone knows that little Denu belongs to a single-parent family, so the neighbors here love him very much. Every time Peter hits him, someone will hug him, so Peter has never successfully hit his son.
The floral fragrance of hyacinth lingered on the tip of his nose, and it was faint, which relieved Liang Yimo's fatigue for a long time.
Under her body was a recliner. Liang Yimo usually loved this recliner. Sometimes he would sit here with a book in his hand. Sometimes he would lie on it and close his eyes. At this time, the fragrance of hyacinth flowers would come through.
Breathe into her.
The flower shop didn't look like an eye-catching one, and the business was bleak because there were only hyacinths in the shop. Although the business was bleak, she managed to survive for five years.
In the garden, a little girl wearing a red silk tutu is watering the flowers. Her expression is so serious. At such a young age, she has a determination that is different from others. She is very attentive, as if
Watering the flowers is the most important thing in the world. The bell hanging at the door made a clanging sound at the same moment.
"Qingqing, Qingqing..."
The boy's cheerful voice came from the door.
This is childhood.
It turned out to be the naughty little Denu. At this time, he rolled around from nowhere, got dirty, and ran in happily.
When Little Denu saw Liang Yimo sitting beside him, he subconsciously touched his dirty face and said cheerfully, "Aunt Yimo, is Qingqing here?"
Liang Yimo looked at the little boy in front of her with distress. Denu was only a few months older than her Qingqing, but he was much more optimistic than her Qingqing.
Her Qingqing.
Liang Yimo felt a pain in his heart.
With unknown sadness in her eyes, she looked at Qingqing who was concentrating on watering the flowers. That was her Qingqing. She loved her more than anyone else, but why didn't God give her a chance?
Qingqing was her daughter who was born in nine months of pregnancy. She didn't cry much when she was born and was very quiet. She thought that the child would naturally talk when she grew up. By the time Qingqing was two years old, Denu next door could already run into the ground. She
Qingqing still can't say a word.
Qingqing has been suffering from autism since birth. This was all caused by her own depression when she was pregnant with Qingqing.
Sometimes she really hates herself, why she gave Qingqing such a childhood.
Qingqing is five years old this year and is supposed to be old enough to go to kindergarten. When Denu was four years old, his father had already sent him to the academy. But Qingqing was different. She was afraid of contacting people and had never taken a step out since she was so old.
"Denu, come here." Liang Yimo put down the book in his hand and waved to her.
Denu happily wiped the clothes on his buttocks, then walked towards Liang Yimo, his face was red and he introduced the things in his hand to Liang Yimo as if he was offering a treasure, "Aunt Yimo, look what I brought to Qingqing today.
, she will definitely like it.”
Denu held a box in his hand. There was a hole in the box, and he could look in from the outside. There were two grasshoppers inside. Liang Yimo smiled slightly, pointed to the garden, and said softly, "Qingqing is inside, Denu.
Go and play with her."
"Yes," Denu nodded solemnly and quickly ran to the garden.
The patter of footsteps extended all the way to the garden.
Denu is Qingqing's only friend. Qingqing has always been afraid of strangers, so she has never left the yard. It wasn't until one day that Liang Yimo found other children besides Qingqing in the garden that she noticed Denu. Although Qingqing was still
She rarely spoke, but when Denu came to her, she didn't refute.
The boy's excited voice came from the garden. Although he was the only one asking and answering questions, the boy still excitedly introduced the latest toy in his hand to Qingqing.
Denu was particularly excited because he had spent a lot of effort to capture this toy. He immediately wanted to show it to Qingqing, so he suppressed his red face and kept showing it to Qingqi.
With.
"Qingqing, do you see the fun I brought you?"
"I spent a lot of effort to catch this today, but it's amazing. Uh-huh, I just defeated Peter."
The little guy spoke with great pride.
Peter was the king of kids on their street, and he often teamed up with the neighborhood kids to bully Denu, so he was so happy today that his God of War defeated Peter's victorious general.
Qingqing had stopped what she was doing, put the kettle aside, and looked at Denu's hand. Although there was no emotion on her face, she had finally shifted her attention.
Qingqing only behaves like this when Denu is talking. She usually focuses on what is in front of her and no one will disturb her.
Liang Yimo was sitting in front of the window, looking at the two people in the garden. She looked nervously at Qingqing's face, afraid of missing any of her expressions.
In the past few years, she tried to communicate with Qingqing. After various attempts and failures, Liang Yimo finally broke down completely. She would sometimes hold Qingqing and cry, and she would watch her cry without feeling happy or worried.
, without any emotion, even indifference.
Liang Yimo thought that this was God punishing her.
But why, all this must be retribution on her daughter.