After the hospital that day, I wonder if I was scared by her almost miscarriage that day, Tang Shaolun never showed up again.
My best friend Chen Wenxia just came to the phone and threw a sentence, "I want to kill back to London to break that guy up", and then ran away without a trace.
Although she called or two to greet her physical condition, she seemed to be very anxious and hung up in a hurry every time.
Wenxia never mentioned her recent situation in London, but she thought that Wenxia should have lived like a fish in water when she went to London this time, otherwise it would not have been two weeks and she would not have come back.
Days passed by day, without the flames that ignited the fuse, everything seemed so calm,[
On this day, she leaned against the head of the bed and drank the sesame oil chicken stewed by her mother. Lan Yanshu lay on the table, teasing her daughter with a word "baby" and "good" on the right, and having a lot of fun.
She smiled and stopped drinking the soup, "Yan Shu, the baby has not yet named it."
"Knowing and doing, blue knowing and doing." He blurted out without thinking.
"Knowledge and action, blue knowledge and action, unity of knowledge and action..." Although it looks a bit like a little boy's name, the metaphor is really good, and it sounds like a philosophical temperament. He must have thought about it for a long time.
"Yan Shu..."
"What's wrong?"
The newborn baby was sleepy and started to yawn without a lady in less than a few minutes. He picked up his daughter, placed it in the crib, pulled her a quilt, and dropped it lightly on her forehead. After a light kiss, I returned to her side.