Maybe time can't prove anything at all, it only teaches you how to hide the wounds deeper.
The wind chimes outside the hall tinkled again, and the sound was like the sound of nature. There were very few outsiders coming to the town. The customers who came to buy flowers every day were very regular, and the customers came at regular times. When the wind chimes rang, I watched De in the courtyard.
Qingqing, who was playing hard, had already raised her head and looked towards the door, her clear eyes showing a little hope.
The man transformed into a handsome god and walked out of the light, with a smile on his lips. The evil smile was both good and evil. Liang Yimo put down the book in his hand and called out in a low voice, "Yixiu."
"Where's Qingqing?"
Tang Yixiu walked in with his hands in his pockets and began to search for the red figure inside.
A group of flaming red figures had already rushed towards Tang Yixiu quickly. Tang Yixiu smiled and bent down to lift up the group of flaming red figures and hold him high.
Qingqing hugged Tang Yixiu's neck tightly, her little face pressed against his handsome face, her head muffled and silent.
Tang Yixiu smiled and pinched Qingqing's cheeks that were flushed from running just now, "Qingqing, do you want to be your godfather?"
Qingqing nodded vigorously.
"Have you eaten well recently?"
Still nodding.
"Then..." He raised his voice deliberately and looked at Liang Yimo who was aside, "Has mom taken her medicine on time recently?"
Qingqing glanced at her mother secretly, and when she saw her mother looking at her with a smile, she quickly withdrew her gaze and nodded solemnly to Tang Yixiu.
Tang Yixiu burst into laughter.
Qingqing's nervous expression all fell into Tang Yixiu's eyes. He looked at the pink girl in his arms with a doting look on his face. He couldn't help but think of the little girl with two braids when he was a child. In the blink of an eye,
She has become a mother, but in his heart she will always be that innocent and happy little girl.
Receiving Tang Yixiu's overly hot eyes, Liang Yimo looked away without leaving a trace, quietly looking at a flower that had just been transplanted back. It suddenly bloomed this morning.
"Uncle Yixiu, I want a hug too, I also want..." A childish voice came from his feet.
Denu sniffed, holding Tang Yixiu's trouser leg with one small hand, looking enviously at Qingqing who was being held in Tang Yixiu's arms, while his other hand was quietly hidden behind his back.
Because his hands were really dirty. He had just had a fight with a boy in the town, and his clothes were already torn in several places. He was afraid that his father would find out and spank him, so he came to see Qingqing. He was afraid that he would be spanked again when he returned.
Will get beaten.
Denou is a Chinese-French man of mixed race. He has a pair of pure black eyes without any impurities. Whenever he has an idea, his eyes will spin around in their sockets. He looks so pitiful that he can't bear to refuse.
"Well, give me a hug..." Tang Yixiu bent down good-naturedly, hugged one with each arm.
Denu shouted excitedly, and for a moment he was carried away. His dirty little hand covered with mud placed on Tang Yixiu's chest, and a medium-sized paw print was printed on the white shirt.
Tang Yixiu didn't care at all. He hugged the two children and spun them around in circles.
Suddenly the children's laughter spread throughout the courtyard.
Tang Yixiu brought many dolls and toys to Qingqing, and also gave some to Denu. Denu was playing with a toy gun in the yard. Qingqing did not touch those dolls and toys, but gave them to Tang Yixiu.
I became interested in a piece of puzzle, and put my head aside to put it together carefully.
There were few things that could attract Qing Qing's attention. Liang Yimo also squatted beside Qing Qing excitedly to watch her puzzle.
The aroma of food wafted out from time to time in the kitchen. Tang Yixiu rolled up his shirt, put on a blue plaid apron, and skillfully found the ingredients to cook.
No way, Liang Yimo has never been a good cook. After all these years, he still only knows how to cook simple fried rice with eggs. Fortunately, Tang Yixiu comes often. For the sake of Qingqing's health, he took the initiative to take on the responsibility of cooking.
From the time when she was pregnant with Qingqing, Tang Yixiu took great care of her, and at the same time stopped her from cooking. After Qingqing was born, Tang Yixiu would be his chef whenever she came.
According to Tang Yixiu's far-fetched explanation, he was Qingqing's godfather and could not bear the malnutrition of his own child.
Over the years, Liang Yimo had seen everything Tang Yixiu had done for their mother and daughter, and she understood everything.
But she couldn't respond.
Six years.
The flowers withered and turned red again.
Time flies too fast.
Tears of lovesickness.
When will it be available?
…
In my heart, I felt much calmer.
I have slowly let go of the obsessions in my heart, and I have gradually learned to compromise that I never could before.
Ever since I had Qingqing, she was everything to me.
This is enough, watching the sun rise and set every day, slowly getting older.
Sensing someone approaching, a clear voice sounded from behind, "Do you regret it?"
"No regrets."
"I just returned to China. My mother is sick and she keeps talking about you. She misses you very much."
"Aunt Feng has always been in good health, how could she be sick?"
"Everyone will grow old..."
Tang Yixiu's hand grabbed Liang Yimo's hand at some point. Seeing that she didn't resist, he held it tightly and looked at the sunset outside the window side by side with her, "Mo'er, we will all grow old..."
Liang Yimo leaned on his shoulder quietly, feeling reassured. She whispered, "We will all grow old..."
She murmured to herself, "Yes, we will all leave one day..."
Tang Yixiu's hand tightened, and he held Liang Yimo's hand tightly, as if she would disappear as soon as he let go. Only he knew that he was serious.
Really, he was scared.
Sometimes he really felt that Liang Yimo was invisible and could not touch her soul.
"You won't leave alone, I will accompany you."
"No, you still help me take care of Qingqing."
"Qingqing is your daughter, you can take care of it yourself." Tang Yixiu pushed Liang Yimo away and walked towards Qingqing who was sitting on the sofa carefully working on the puzzle. He took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and carefully wiped the sweat on her forehead and tidied it up.
She has some messy hair.
Qingqing glanced up at him and lowered her head to fiddle with the things in her hands.
Tang Yixiu was angry. Liang Yimo knew that he rarely lost his temper. At least this was the second time she lost her temper in more than six years together. The first time was because of the difficult labor when giving birth to Qingqing. She told him to take good care of her child.
He was angry at that time. I remember he threw her hand away and left in anger, "If you don't even want to take care of your own child, who will take care of it for you!"
During the gynecological delivery, the family members could only wait outside, but he stayed by her side, held her hand, cheered her up, and pulled her back from the hell.
Her current life was saved by him.
He also saved Qingqing's life. When Qingqing was one and a half years old, she had a fever of 40 degrees. It was he who carried Qingqing and ran several miles to the hospital in a small town to save her life.
Sometimes, Liang Yimo didn't even know what the purpose of a man like Tang Yixiu was to stay by her side without wanting anything in return.
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Thank you Hamburg, haha, I will update it soon. I introduced several methods to treat allergies. They are effective and much better. So I am ready to update them at any time so that everyone will not be anxious.