Sweet wife, don't make trouble, we won't divorce

Chapter 1854 Three words, I love you (1)

After waiting for a long time without Lin Ziran's reply, Qin Qingnan was not annoyed, he finished a bowl of noodles slowly, and then went upstairs to take a shower.

Having been a couple for three years, he knows her temperament very well, and ignoring him doesn't mean she doesn't love him.

Today is the happiest day he has had in the past six years. The person he misses the most is back, bringing his two sons with him.

He even whistled happily in the shower.

I used the shower gel over and over again, wishing I could change my skin, as if washing this way could wash away the loneliness and anger of the past six years.

It took a long time to take a shower, and when he came out, the room was full of steam. He wiped his body carefully with a clean towel, and went to the cloakroom in a good mood to find pajamas and change.

Then he lay on the bed and swiped his phone.

There are thousands of photos of him and Lin Ziran in his mobile phone, and each photo is just him and her.

One by one, the past events unfolded one by one, and there was always a smile on his lips.

Once, every day with her was sweet.

After reviewing more than a thousand photos, he regrettably found that none of his two sons were on his phone.

Oh no, there is one.

When his two sons were born, he asked for a photo from Ou Lan.

He quickly called up the photo and looked at it carefully.

In the photo, Lin Ziran, who had just given birth, looked at the two little babies beside him tiredly and tenderly. The two babies were lying on their sides, sleeping deeply. They looked so small, so immature, and so fragile.

Qin Qingnan's heart was warm, but he also suddenly felt sour.

He remembered the feeling of crying and helplessness when he saw this photo for the first time. At that time, he didn't understand why it happened like that, but now he finally understands, because of blood relationship.

When he saw his own flesh and blood, he would feel that kind of human instinctive distress.

The long fingers with well-defined knuckles gently stroked the screen of the phone, stroked back and forth on the small faces of the two babies, and then slowly moved the long fingers to describe Lin Ziran's facial features in detail.

Before he knew it, he wept again.

She ran to country M by herself and gave birth to two children for him with all her might, but he was not by her side.

This incident will be the biggest regret in his life.

Weeping like this, unconsciously, the night enveloped the earth, and it was pitch black outside the window.

His heart was not here, and he flew to the poor area of ​​Nancheng, where his favorite woman and his child lived.

His gaze pierced the window lattice, wandering like a thread, through the streets and alleys, through the dark night, he seemed to see the appearance of three mothers and children.

They sat on the bed and chatted happily about fun things. They hugged and laughed when they got happy, and played some small games. Then, they got tired of chatting and got into the quilt. The two children were very good. Listening quietly to mother telling stories, and then, the two children fell asleep with smiles.

The room returned to tranquility, and Lin Ziran smiled and looked at the two sleeping babies.

He longed to be with them.

When he came back to his senses, he found that everything was an illusion. He had no wife or children by his side, and he was the only one in Ruoda's bedroom.

I had to turn my eyes back to the screen of the mobile phone, and the purpose of entering was the picture I imagined last.

Infinite desire to spread.

He quit the photo album and sent a message to Lin Ziran.

He wanted to say a lot to her, but he couldn't say it. The six years between them were complicated and complicated, simple and simple.

It's so complicated that I don't know how to tell it, but it's so simple that I can sum it up in one sentence: Can a broken mirror be reunited?
(End of this chapter)