Chapter 1094: Morning Dew Extra: Me and Two Women! (14)
Morning Dew extra: Me and two women! (14)
I regret it. For the first time in my life, I regret it.
I regret not promising her yesterday that I would leave with her.
Last night, I stayed up all night, thinking about her invitation all night long.[
The reason why I hesitate is because of what my mother asked me to do. If I leave here, I can no longer take care of Jincangu.
My mother also said, don't let me fall in love with any woman easily. If I just stay with her because I like her, it seems too hasty.
I am no longer as impulsive as I was when I was young, where I would impulsively eat fruits that I didn’t know were poisonous because of a momentary craving.
Now, it is really difficult for me to make such a decision.
But, now, everything is too late.
What I predicted didn't happen as I predicted.
She was gone like this, or forever.
We will never have the chance to meet again. Thinking of this, my heart aches again.
Carrying breakfast, I walked out of her room again, my steps seemed as heavy as lead.
I didn't eat breakfast, so I went directly to the warehouse, took out the cocoons I picked, sorted out the silk ends, and pulled out the golden silk.
Things that I usually do very well, this time, always go wrong.
The whole day, I was in a state of confusion, not knowing what I had done.
Not a mouthful of food was eaten, not a mouthful of water was drunk.
It wasn't until it was so dark in the room that I couldn't see the silk head clearly, that I realized that it was already dark.
Except for the day my mother passed away, this was the most depressing time I had ever experienced.
I lit the lamp, walked upstairs, and sat on the piano bench.
I seemed to hear her lazy and proud voice again, "Chen Lu, please play some music!"
He turned to look at the bamboo chair by the window. The chair was empty and his wife was nowhere to be seen.
Raise your hand to stroke the strings, and the sound of the piano will automatically flow out, but it is the sad "Remembering the Old Friend".[
This song was composed by my mother for my father.
My mother always likes to play this song every time it rains. I know she is missing my father.
The first time I took the initiative to pop up, I was missing a woman who might have betrayed my mother.