He lazily stayed in the warm harbor and stared at her sleeping face. Emotion is really a strange thing. The more intimate you are, the more attached you become.
Don't tell me about Plato, Plato really didn't last long.
Only this kind of intimacy, this kind of attachment, this kind of inseparable joy can truly promote the growth and communication of feelings. After a while, he stretched out his hand to carefully touch her long eyelashes. She blinked slightly, and he immediately retracted his hand.
, and found that she was still sleeping soundly.
"Mai, we may have a child. I don't know if you will be happy."
She didn't hear it.
"You worked so hard when you were pregnant with Xiaobai. But it won't happen this time. I will definitely take good care of you..." He suddenly felt very eager and urgent: really, it was as if he had witnessed this journey himself.
How much joy and expectation will there be? Watching her belly grow bigger day by day, being able to personally experience the child's heartbeat, the first fetal movement, being able to see it at first sight when it is born, and being able to learn from it.
The language has reached a staggering level, and the child can call mom and dad... how wonderful!!!
As long as a little grown-up person learns a little little thing, his parents will be happy for a long time.
Isn't this the greatest joy in the world?
He has been talking to himself, but he is pulling himself more deeply with her. It is spring, the soil is fertile, the climate is pleasant, and the seeds are good... Everything is ready, but are you still afraid that it will not germinate and bear fruit?
He was extremely satisfied, hugged her gently and soon fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Yi Xiangxi was suddenly awakened. Someone was crying in the dark, heartbreakingly.
"Xiaodong...Xiaodong..."
He suddenly sat up.
"Xiaodong...Xiaodong..."
The cry was even more pitiful. There was a buzz in his head, and he suddenly reached out his hand and shook her, "Mai Xiaomai, wake up, wake up quickly..."
He used a lot of effort, and Qiao Xiaomai opened his eyes in confusion, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"
At the tentacle, her face was covered with cold tears. Yi Xiangxi wiped away the tears on her face inadvertently, and said softly: "It's nothing, you have a nightmare, I heard you screaming... so I woke you up."
Nightmare?
The elders always tell us that if someone around you screams in his sleep, you must wake him up, otherwise, his soul will be taken away by someone.
Qiao Xiaomai sat up and rubbed his eyes in confusion. Dream? Reality? Vaguely, as if there was a fire, a fire, someone was caught in the sea of fire and unable to escape... Who was the person asking for help? The tragic cry.
who is it?
It turned out to be a dream.
She recalled it carefully, but she couldn't remember anything. Her memory was broken into fragments. She even had no idea what she called or what nonsense she said.
However, there were tears on her face. She casually took the corner of the quilt and wiped it clean. She didn't think it was anything special. Who doesn't have nightmares? Aren't dreams always the opposite?
However, at this moment, she somehow thought of a familiar face, and felt disappointed. However, she quickly drove away this thought and took a very calm breath.
She lay down again, and Yi Xiangxi also lay down slowly. At that time, it was the darkest time before dawn, but he was not sleepy at all, and he just stared at the ceiling with wide eyes in the dark night.