'Fanwai' ten years of love is not worth half a step of sorrow 4 Uncle
."Extra" Ten years of love cannot withstand even half a step of sorrow (4) Isn't it true that my uncle is my father?
Why does it become like this...
Mommy, Daddy, where are you? Mingzhu is so scared, really scared.
Where are you, hold the pearl in your arms and don't drop it, okay?
The little body curled up into a ball on the ground, shaking constantly, and the bandages were soaked with tears, which was almost heartbreaking.
Daddy is not daddy, and she cannot see it. These two things are enough to shock her, but she has to accept these two facts at the same time!!
Although, she is not yet five years old.
But--
She has already fallen into hell and will never recover.
Juan'er came back from shopping and walked to the door of the ward and saw that the door was ajar. Juanxiu frowned slightly and quickly opened the door and saw Mingzhu lying on the ground, motionless.
My heart was lifted up immediately, and the injured thing suddenly fell to the ground.
"Mingzhu... Mingzhu..." Tuo'er rushed to pick her up and hugged her hard, "Mingzhu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me... Don't scare mommy!!"
Tuo'er put her on the bed and cried anxiously. When she was about to go to the doctor in a panic, she suddenly heard Mingzhu's hoarse voice, weakly saying, "Mommy..."
"Mingzhu!" Tuo'er turned to look at her, excitement flashing in her eyes. When she saw the bruises on her hands and legs, her eyes became even redder, "What did you do when you got out of bed? Why did you crash like this? And you
Does your forehead... hurt?"
"How did the nurse take care of you? Didn't I tell you not to leave you for even a step!" Tu'er was so angry that she wanted to curse for the first time.
Now if the pearl is even damaged at all, her heart will break into pieces.
"Mommy... I don't blame the nurse sister!!" Mingzhu scratched a few times randomly and caught the corner of her clothes, "I ran down and accidentally hit her."
"Why do you want to get out of bed? What do you want?" Tuan'er looked at her with distressed eyes and tears fell silently, but she was trying hard to suppress it. At this moment, she couldn't cry anymore.
Should be stronger and braver.
"Mommy..." Mingzhu couldn't see, so she could only hold the corner of her clothes tightly with her fingers, "Am I going to be invisible like now... in the future?"
Tuo'er looked startled, and her eyes flashed with surprise. How could Mingzhu know?
Who told her exactly?
"Mingzhu, listen to me..."
"Mommy, I just want to know if I will be invisible like now?" Mingzhu's hoarse voice whispered, "Don't say so much, because I can't understand."
Tong'er didn't want to tell her such a cruel fact, nor did she want to lie to her! Sooner or later, she would have to accept this fact!
Tears rolled down from his eyes one by one. He covered his mouth and struggled to utter the word "um".
The tears are raining down like this and I can’t stop them.
Mingzhu's hand holding her sleeve loosened little by little without any reaction, as if she was asleep. If it weren't for her weak breathing, it would be as if she was dead.
The ward was deserted, and the faint sound of sobbing kept echoing. Mingzhu couldn't see it, but she could imagine how sad Mommy was crying.
If you can't see it, you'll be very sad, but if you can't see it, your mother will be even more sad than you are.
"Mommy, stop crying."
After a long time, Mingzhu suddenly spoke and comforted her, "Even if Mingzhu can't see it, mommy won't let her go, right?"
"How could I not want you?" Tong'er choked with sobs, tears streaked down the corners of her mouth, her mouth was so bitter, and she spoke with difficulty: "If you can't see Mommy, it's your eyes. Mommy will take care of you for the rest of your life."
Mingzhu nodded, "Mommy doesn't cry. As long as Mummy is by Mingzhu's side, Mingzhu has nothing to fear."
"Good boy..." Tuo'er held her in his arms, full of guilt and helplessness, "It's Mommy's fault. It's Mommy's fault for not protecting you."
I didn't give you a warm, normal home. It's all my fault!
"No, Mommy is fine." Mingzhu's little hand grasped her sleeve again, as if grasping the only thing that can be grasped in life. There was great sadness in her childish voice, "Mommy, Momo doesn't know.
Will I be invisible in the future?”
"Yes, I just told him that you were sick." Tong'er gently rubbed her forehead, "He really wanted to see you, but I didn't let him come."
Mingzhu was silent for a long time. Just when Tong'er thought she couldn't talk, she suddenly said: "Mommy, can you not tell him?"
"Why?" Tuan'er was puzzled.
"Mommy, don't tell Momo, Mingzhu won't be able to see her anymore, okay?" Mingzhu's soft little hands pulled the corner of her clothes, gently, and her voice was choked, as if she was crying.
Tuan'er was heartbroken, how could she refuse to agree?
Mingzhu didn't speak, and Qu'er went to get the medical kit and apply medicine on her arms, knees and forehead, otherwise the bruises would take a long time to disappear.
Her movements were very gentle, for fear of touching Mingzhu again, Mingzhu bit her lip and said nothing.
Xiao Zimo pushed open the door of the ward, and Tuo'er was startled. He immediately looked wary, and glanced at Mingzhu anxiously from the corner of his eye, "What are you doing here?"
Xiao Zimo ignored her, turned around and said to the person behind him: "The Pearl is right here, don't you want to see her?"
Xi Mo walked in from behind him and his eyes fell on Mingzhu for the first second. He saw that her eyes were wrapped in bandages and her brows were furrowed.
"Mingzhu." He walked over, stood beside the bed and held Mingzhu's hand in a natural movement. "Are you sick?"
Mingzhu felt the warmth of Xi Mo's hand and felt like crying when she heard his voice, but she couldn't cry at the moment. She just nodded, "Momo, I'm sick. I can't play with you anymore, I'm sorry!"
"I will wait for you to get better." Although Xi Mo's voice was equally childish, it was calm and did not have any emotional ups and downs.
Mingzhu squeezed the corners of her mouth and smiled. She couldn't see her eyes. She didn't know what Momo looked like now.
"Momo, please go home. When I get better, can you come back and let me play with you?"
"How long will it take?" Xi Mo asked sharply.
Mingzhu was stunned for a moment. No matter how long it took, her eyes would never get better! She had no concept of the eternity of time, and what her father said flashed through her mind.
"Eighteen years old..." Daddy said that when Mingzhu turns eighteen, Mingzhu will be an adult. "How about Momo waiting for Mingzhu to come and play with Mingzhu when she is eighteen?"
Xi Mo looked at the bandage on her eyes with cold and penetrating eyes, and his little hands tightened involuntarily, "Okay."
Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart was very sad. She was very sad. She didn't know how long it would take to wait until she was eighteen, and even if she waited, she still couldn't see.
"Momo, will you forget Mingzhu?"
"No." Xi Mo answered simply, letting go of his hand and hooking her little finger, "Let's do it."
Pulling Gou Gou, something Xi Mo usually disdains to do, now he did it for Mingzhu.
"Momo, let's go." Mingzhu let go of his little finger, hid her hand in the quilt and held it tightly, suppressing her desire to cry, "Goodbye."
Xi Mo did not say goodbye immediately. Instead, he took a red rope with nothing from his neck, climbed onto the bed, and put it around Mingzhu's neck.
He wanted to touch her cheek with his fingers, but those scars prevented him from doing so, for fear of hurting her. His calm eyes flashed with deep meaning, and he just leaned forward to her, and his delicate lips were as light as pearls.
He pressed it gently against her lips.
Mingzhu was startled, her little body froze and didn't move. Because she couldn't see, she could only rely on feeling. Xi Mo's faint lavender fragrance lingered around her; his lips were a little cool, but it didn't feel unpleasant.
She could still remember this feeling until many years later. When she was very young, a boy kissed her like this. Compared to mommy, daddy, and the world, he was the warmest person in her life.
The warmest moment.
Even this moment is fleeting.
Xi Mo got out of bed and walked out alone. When he reached the door, he paused. He wanted to look back, but he stopped for a long time without looking back.
He walked out of the ward and saw Mommy at the end of the corridor, facing her sideways, with a gloomy expression on her face, and an indescribable haze that could not be erased.
"Mommy..." Xi Mo stood in front of Si Lan and tugged at the corner of her clothes: "Let's go home."
Si Lan's eyes turned red and she was a little surprised. She thought her son would be even less willing to go back after knowing about Mingzhu.
"Aren't you going to accompany Mingzhu?"
Xi Mo shook his head, with a cold face and clear eyes, "Let's go home."
Silan didn't know what her son and Mingzhu had said, but since her son had said so, she didn't ask any more questions. She just leaned over and touched his cheek with her fingers, and whispered: "Okay."
Xi Mo's hand was held by Si Lan, and he walked out of the hospital step by step. His head was lowered, and he never looked ahead or back. But after getting in the car, he looked at the hospital sign and suddenly asked Si Lan
, "Mommy, does Daddy love you very much?"
Si Lan said "Huh" and looked at him a little embarrassed. He really didn't know how to speak about such a thing with his youngest son.
"Why do you ask so suddenly?"
"I heard my eldest uncle and my second uncle said in a discussion that Daddy was very sorry for you. He did a lot of wrong things. Daddy has a bad temper, willful and unreasonable. Why do you want to be with Daddy? You are still angry.
Get off us?"
Xi Mo's childish voice spoke to Lan Sichen calmly.
In the eyes of outsiders, Lan Sichen is as gentle as jade, a handsome man, charming, charming and handsome; but in front of Si Lan, Lan Sichen is jealous and will be angry because Xi Mo and Xi Ting are pestering Si Lan.
A bad man who doesn't make any sense.
At least Xi Mo feels that his daddy has nothing to offer except a good-looking face. (Lan Sichen sneezed three times decisively in the office, rubbed his nose and wondered, could it be because he didn't have As to sleep with him?
Got a cold?)
Silan was stunned for more than ten seconds, thinking about it, it seemed like this. Lan Sichen was becoming more and more jealous, unreasonable, willful, and unreasonable. He was completely different from his previous image of the cold and arrogant Lan Sanshao.
Don't.
It's just that I never minded, but I fell in love with him more and more the way he looked now.
Gently rubbing Xi Mo's soft black hair with his fingers, he said softly: "Axi, you will understand when you grow up. In this world, some people will be doomed once you meet them. If you can't escape from the doom, why bother yourself and embarrass yourself?
other people."
Xi Mo seemed to understand but not understand.
Some people will be doomed once they meet them. If there is no way to escape from the calamity, why bother to embarrass yourself and others.
How could Xi Mo understand at this time——
If we are destined to meet each other, he is destined to wait only in memories.
*****
There was a cold silence in the ward. Mingzhu was sitting on the bed, unable to see anything. One hand was holding the quilt and the other hand was holding the red string that Xi Mo had put on her. She didn't know what she was thinking.
Xiao Zimo stood at the door, his eyes falling on his daughter. His dark eyes were complicated and deep. He still didn't know how to tell Mingzhu that his uncle was his father.
Tuo'er sat beside the bed, looking at Xiao Zimo with red eyes full of hostility, worried that he would say something he shouldn't say at this moment!
"Mommy..." Mingzhu suddenly said, "I want to sleep."
"Okay. Mommy will cover you with a quilt..." Tuo'er said immediately, helped her little body lie down carefully, and covered her with a quilt, "Mommy is by your side, don't be afraid."
"Mommy, you go and rest." Mingzhu shook her hand, "I think Uncle Xiao can stay with me for a while."
Tuo'er was startled, her eyes filled with disbelief, and glanced at Xiao Zimo. She never expected that Mingzhu would want Xiao Zimo to accompany her.
Xiao Zimo was also stunned, obviously surprised.
"Mommy, is that okay?"
Tuan'er thought for a moment and couldn't bear to refuse her request, "Okay."
He let go of his daughter's hand and passed by Xiao Zimo as he left the ward. His low voice could only be heard by the two of them, "Don't talk nonsense to Mingzhu. She already knows what she can't see."
Xiao Zimo's eyes darkened calmly. Although he did not agree to Tuo'er, he nodded slightly.
"Mingzhu, sleep well. Uncle will accompany you." Xiao Zimo sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand with his warm palm.
Mingzhu said "hmm" softly and felt Xiao Zimo's hand was big and warm.
Is this my father's hand?
"Uncle Xiao, can you tell stories?" Mingzhu asked softly.
Xiao Zimo glanced at the storybook on the bedside table. How could he like such a childish storybook if he didn't like it?
"Uncle hasn't told the story yet, but if Princess Pearl wants to hear it, I'm still willing to tell it." Picking up the storybook and turning to the beginning of a story, a low and hoarse voice slowly sounded.
Mingzhu said nothing and seemed to be listening quietly.
Tong'er stood at the door of the ward and watched such a scene, feeling sad and wanting to shed tears. If Xiao Zimo's tone hadn't been so firm, as long as there was a little bit of softness, she wouldn't have been afraid to use a marriage to protect the pearl.
Not to mention falling in love with Jiuyue...
Life is like chess, you have no regrets when you make a move.
Today, she can no longer look back.
Xiao Zimo will not let her go, Jiuyue does not belong to her, and Mingzhu has become like this. At this moment, she truly understands what it means to be "embattled on all sides".
After Xiao Zimo finished reading a story, his eyes fell on Mingzhu's little face. He thought she was asleep, so he stopped.
"Actually..." Mingzhu said quietly, her milky voice a bit colder, Xiao Zimo frowned in shock, "Uncle Xiao is the father, isn't he."
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