During dinner, Shen Mohan stared at Su Cen and suddenly said: "I think Yangyang is very happy today."
"Really?" Su Cen knew what he meant, but she was in a very confused and terrible mood now. For her to accept the death of two relatives within two days was a bit beyond her ability to bear.
, thought for a while and said, "He is like this every time he goes out to play."
Shen Mohan seemed to be choked by her, but his expression quickly returned to normal, and he said slowly: "Yangyang is getting bigger and bigger, and he will go to kindergarten soon. Other children have parents, and then they will feel that they are
Alien."
Su Cen's heart was churning, and he could only nod his head and said perfunctorily: "Well, I...I will consider it."
Shen Mohan studied her expression carefully. Su Cen was startled by his look. Just as he was about to step back, he grabbed her wrist.
"You're perfunctory with me." Shen Mohan sighed almost imperceptibly.
He still wanted to speak, but Su Cen's resistance was too obvious. He moved his lips, but finally said nothing.
In the evening, Su Fang came over to pick up Yangyang. The little guy stared at his uncle for a long time, looking over and over again and mumbling, "Ah, this uncle is so beautiful."
One sentence made the adults laugh.
Shen Mohan accompanied mother and son to Su's house for a while. When Su Liankai and his wife saw their grandson, they were so excited that they burst into tears.
Jiang Lan was even more excited. She hugged her grandson and kept kissing him, making the little guy look like her own parents asking for help.
Maybe it was due to blood relationship. The little guy didn't get along well with each other in the Su family, so he soon got into trouble with Su Fang.
When I returned to the Shen family villa in the evening, it was almost 11 o'clock. The little guy had been away from his mother for several days, and he insisted on sleeping with his mother when he went to bed.
After Su Cen gave the little guy a bath, Su Cen went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.
When he saw his mother go in, the little guy walked around the room with his bare feet, and then ran to the study next door. His father was very happy to see him, picked him up, and touched his wet hair.
Question: "Has Yangyang taken a bath?"
"Yeah." The little guy nodded, then saw the bed in the study room again, and asked with a flat mouth: "Dad, sleeping on such a small bed is uncomfortable. Come and sleep on the big bed with us."
Shen Mohan was stunned for a moment, and then asked his son: "What is mom doing?"
"Mom is taking a bath."
Shen Mohan understood, thought for a while, and then said to the little guy: "Yangyang, you go back to the room first. When mom comes out after taking a bath, you can call dad next door, okay?"
The little guy touched his head, a little confused, but still nodded obediently.
Su Cen just came out of the bathroom. After searching for a long time, he saw that no one was in the room. After taking a closer look, he found Yangyang squatting beside the bed, looking at something with his little head drooped.
"Little rascal, you're not sleeping yet, what are you doing?" Su Cen walked over and asked with a smile.
The little guy was muttering and studying an object in his hand. When Su Cen walked over, Yangyang had already torn open the plastic envelope and took out the contents.
When I turned around and saw my mother, I remembered what my father had just said to me, and immediately shouted to him at the top of my lungs: "Dad, come and sleep!"
After yelling, he looked at his mother, held up something and asked her, "Mom, what is this for?"
When Su Cen saw the thing, he couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart. He took the thing out of Yangyang's hand and turned around to see that the little guy had pulled out a box out of nowhere and it was full of stuff.
There were footsteps behind her, and she knew it was Shen Mohan without even thinking. Su Cen felt her face burning. She originally wanted to throw the thing into the trash can, but after thinking about it, she felt bad, so she took it into the bathroom and flushed it into the toilet.
Shen Mohan looked at the condoms and was a little confused. After thinking for a while, he remembered that they were placed in the apartment when they first got married. However, at that time, he had not touched her for a year, so these things were of no use.
I thought about being dragged out by my son.
He put the box high, then quickly followed Su Cen's footsteps and blocked her at the bathroom door.
Su Cen blushed, glanced at him, and glared at him: "You don't even know how to put those things away?"
"I didn't use that condom," he said, feeling something was wrong, so he changed his words, "I mean, I haven't used a condom in a long time."
The more he spoke, the more uncomfortable he became, so Shen Mohan rationally decided to shut up.
When Su Cen heard what he said, there was a look of anger on his face, and his heart was sour. He bit his lips and whispered in a low voice: "It's none of my business."
Shen Mohan closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Cen'er, I haven't used that thing in more than two years."
"Crazy." Su Cen felt her face was about to burn up, and she cursed through gritted teeth.
"I really haven't used it." Shen Mohan felt that this is what it feels like when a man's self-esteem is trampled under his feet. He took a deep breath and added: "Really. In the past two years, I have really
I have never touched another woman, and I don’t react to others when I have you in my heart.”
Su Cen glanced at him angrily. Her heart ached when she thought about the possibility that he would roll around in bed with another woman in the two years she left.
Seeing Su Cen's obviously disbelieving look, Shen Mohan gritted his teeth and said, "Cen'er, it's not like you didn't know my state in the bathroom that day. If you don't believe me, come back to verify my identity."
"Go away, my son is still outside." Thinking of the crazy situation they had in the bathroom that night, Su Cen's face turned even redder, lowering his head and not looking at him, he pushed away Shen Mohan's pressing chest.
Naturally, Shen Mohan still failed to climb into bed that night, but at his son's strong request, he was able to sleep on the sofa in the master bedroom. Before lying down, he thought: He couldn't tell that his son was still his father's caring little cotton-padded jacket.
On the day of Su Manqing's funeral, Su Cen and Shen Mohan went out early in the morning, leaving the child with Lin Ke'er to take care of first.
There was an endless stream of people coming to the funeral, and Su Cen was so busy that he never touched the ground. When he occasionally took a breather, he would turn around and look at the black and white photo of Su Manqing who was visiting in the center of the mourning hall.
The photo was selected by Su Cen from the photo album left by her aunt. In the photo, He Man was still in her early twenties, with her big and deep eyes staring quietly at the camera, bright and moving.
At around ten o'clock, Lin Zicong unexpectedly came. When he came close, he patted Su Cen on the shoulder to signal her not to be sad.
Su Cen had talked to him on the phone several times in the past few days. Lin Zicong was afraid that she would be too busy alone, so he originally planned to come over to help. However, Su Cen declined. She was afraid that after he came, the place would be even more chaotic. But she didn't want to
She knew how to tell Lin Zicong that she and Shen Mohan were entangled again.
She knew that her behavior was not good, and she secretly thought that after the matter here was settled, she would find a chance to make it clear to Lin Zicong. After making up her mind, Su Cen felt much more at ease. However, she did not expect that Lin Zicong would directly speak directly to her today.
Arrive at the funeral site.
Su Cen asked him: "Why are you here?"
Lin Zicong didn't know what she was thinking in her heart. The two of them hadn't contacted each other much these days, and he just thought it was because Su Cen was too busy, so he didn't feel weird at the moment. He just said, "Of course I'll come." After a pause, he said again.
Said: "Before, you were busy alone, I——"
Su Cen quickly interrupted him: "It's nothing, and it's not very tiring."
Lin Zicong smiled, then ruffled her hair and said, "But it doesn't matter now. I'll stay here for a few more days and then go back with you."
Su Cen felt guilty and evaded his eyes: "You go and sit next to me first."
Seeing her like this, Lin Zicong guessed that she was probably upset because of her aunt's incident, so she stopped talking and found a quiet place to sit down.
Su Fang, who was on the side, waited for Lin Zicong to go away, and quietly said to Su Cen, "Sister, I can tell you, I only recognize Shen Mohan as my brother-in-law!"
Su Cen glared at him and said angrily, "You little red guy!".
As she spoke, she looked at her aunt's photo, and then looked at Shen Mohan, who was greeting the guests thinking he was the son-in-law of the Su family. She didn't know how to feel in her heart. Ordinarily, her aunt had gone to another world, so she should be able to let go of her worries.
She wanted to let go of the past and get back together with Shen Mohan, but for some reason, whenever she was with Shen Mohan, she would think of her aunt, and her heart would always be knotted.
As if aware of the sight behind him, Shen Mohan turned around and looked at Su Cen. Their eyes met in the low air. Because his eyes were too hot and the emotions in his eyes were too complicated, Su Cen subconsciously lowered his eyes.
eyes, no longer looking at him.
He looked up again and saw Shen Jiaheng walking over with Gu Manyun.
Seeing Gu Manyun standing in front of her aunt's photo, Su Cen thought about her grandfather's death. She didn't know what it felt like in her heart. Do you hate it? Not even complain. Can't find a suitable reason. After all, her biological sister is because of
She committed suicide because of her aunt, so it is reasonable for her to go to the Su family to cause trouble.
Gu Manyun looked at Su Cen and wanted to come over and say a few words to her, but saw Su Cen standing there with a cold expression and not looking at her at all. After thinking about it, he held back and planned to wait for Su Manqing.
I'll talk to her after the funeral.
After Su Manqing was buried, everyone had dispersed. Su Cen stood alone in front of Su Manqing's tombstone and stood blankly for a long time.
Shen Mohan knew that there were some things that needed to give Su Cen some time, so he asked Su Fang to persuade the two elders of the Su family to take Yang Yang home first and wait outside the cemetery.
As night fell, Su Cen slowly knelt down and stroked the cold tombstone. Thinking that Su Manqing was thinking about him and begging for his forgiveness before he died, his nose became sore and tears came out of his eyes, "Auntie, I'm sorry, it's Cen'er who didn't."
Okay, if I wasn’t so entangled, you wouldn’t be like this, I’m sorry..."
"If Manqing could hear it, she would be very happy in another world."
A deep baritone voice came from behind, causing Su Cen, who was sobbing softly, to stiffen, because the voice sounded very unfamiliar.