The moonlight is beautiful tonight. The cold moon and cold forest have a special charm.
Fengling was in the cold forest, under the cold moon, holding the child in one hand and playing the piano with the other, a simple tune and a beautiful melody.
She is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she rarely displays these talents now.
There is no one or any reason for her to show off her talents.
She looked at the child in her arms. The child just opened his beautiful big eyes and looked at her without saying anything or smiling.
The child seems to understand that she is not his relative or family member, and does not have the usual touching smile.
This child is really cute, she likes it when she looks at it, like a bright pearl in the dark night
The bright moon is high, and the time has probably come
The sound of the piano stopped, she stood up and walked slowly towards the mountainside
When she walked towards the lower place, a person was slowly walking up, and they met by the stream under the moon.
Fenglei smiled slightly: "You made a choice."
He smiled: "I don't need to choose, I have already made my decision."
They were so close that they could see each other's expressions
Fenglei said: "You chose this child."
Long Junyin corrected her: "The child and the mother are one."
"what about me?"
"Fenglei, nothing has changed between us."
It was nothing, but she was still unwilling to give up. Why would she let go of such a man to others?
How can she find another him?
"You care about her so much?"
Do you care enough to give up on your relationship with her?
Long Junyin smiled: "What I care about is what I should do."
Fenglei sighed secretly, he always knows how to deal with women
She changed the subject: "Is that woman worth what you do? She may not choose you."
Long Junyin said calmly: "What she chooses is her business."
Fenglei is speechless
At this time, the child in her arms struggled, twisted its little body, stretched out her hand towards Long Junyin, and screamed Yin Yin, as if she was about to cry.
Long Junyin's face softened: "The child is going to cry."
Fenglei had no choice but to hand the child over to him
As soon as the child was in his arms, he forgot his grievances, giggled, and waved his hands happily