Master Lu, Come On

"You're the only one with a poor mouth."

As Tang Jiajia lay on the bed, the room seemed to have the lively atmosphere of yesterday. She took a deep breath, "I didn't think before, but now I find my mother at home alone is boring."

Ning Qifeng turned his head, "that's just right. After the baby is born, let the mother take it. We have many families and are not bored."

"Then I can live in my house?"

Just married, a little daughter-in-law has not yet recovered.

Ning Qifeng corrected her, "you and I are husband and wife, regardless of each other."

During the conversation, Xue Wanqing came over and knocked on the door, "go wash your hands, and you can eat soon!"

"Good!"

Tang Jiajia gets up quickly. Ning Qifeng's hand just reaches out. She has already stood on the ground. Before he opens his mouth, Xue Wanqing sinks her face. "You move slowly. What's your situation? Don't you count from the bottom of your heart?"

Tang Jiajia spits out her tongue and washes her hands.

When they returned home, they paid attention to going back in the evening. They simply slept in yishuiju for an afternoon, had dinner in the evening, and then went back to yujingwan.

Because of her pregnancy, her honeymoon was canceled in the later stage. Tang Jiajia's early pregnancy was different from Tang Luo's. her reaction during pregnancy was very serious. She almost vomited in the dark and couldn't eat. The whole person in front of her lost a lot of weight. Ning Qifeng was very upset. She once thought about whether she wanted to have the baby, but she just thought about it and didn't say it.

After their wedding, it was not long before the new year.

On New Year's Eve, because Tang Jiajia was pregnant, he didn't go to the cemetery. Tang Luo, Xue Wanqing and Shan Wei went together.

We all come to worship on this day. We can see the burning candles and the burned out Ming coin ashes everywhere in the cemetery. The air is full of a depressing smell. Tang Luo holds the child and walks over carefully. Little Lu Chen grows up and is still quiet.

Time can resolve a lot of things. Up to now, when three people come to the cemetery, it's not as painful as it was at the beginning. Many things need to be accepted slowly.

When several people arrived, there was a bunch of pine needles in the position of Tang and Song dynasties. They were green and hung with drops of water. It was obvious that they had just been released.

Xue Wanqing Leng next, immediately thought of what, squatted down, or did not take away.

On one side, Shan Wei was stunned. Subconsciously, he looked around. There were many people, but he didn't have a familiar face. When he turned his eyes, he felt lost.

Tang Luo holds the child, his eyes are light and calm, but Yu Guang sweeps his eyes, his eyes are obscure.

After the end of the three people to the door, Tang Luo said, "Aunt Xue, you take the child to the car first, let's go to the supermarket next to buy something."

"Good."

Xue Wanqing almost did not hesitate, holding the child directly left.

On one side of the gate, Tang Luo and Shan Wei stood facing each other. She opened her mouth first, "Mom, he should not have left yet. You wait here. You should be able to see him."

Shan Wei's face changed slightly, a little embarrassed, a little painful, "fall, I..."

"Mom, I said, I won't ask you to do anything. You can't change your relationship with him."

"It's always in a city. You can't hide it."

"Don't care how I feel, mom. It's time you lived for yourself."

Tang Luo shook Shan Wei's hand, and the coolness between his eyebrows and eyes dispersed, "Mom, I hope you can have a better time."

*

Not far from the gate, Tang Mingyu is sitting in the car, watching Tang Luo pass in front of him, but there is no single micro figure.

After waiting for someone to leave, he got out of the car. As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Shan Wei was standing there in his coat at the gate, looking a little cramped.

As soon as he dropped his eyes, he thought of something and walked over.

"Aunt Shan, Qiao."

After Tang Luo broke their last meeting, they almost never met in private again. They haven't seen each other for a long time. Tang Mingyu seems to be reducing all the time. The outline of his face is more and more obvious, and the circumference of his eyes is deeper. People are depressed.

"It's a coincidence that you're here, too."

Shan Wei's expression is not comfortable, and his tone is a little embarrassed, "... Did you put that bunch of flowers?"

"Well."

People came and went at the entrance of the cemetery, but there was no laughter. There was a distance of one meter between them. They were distant and indifferent, as if they could never cross it.

Shan Wei took a deep breath, "how are you recently?"

"Well." Tang Mingyu didn't say anything, "what about you?"

"I'm fine, too."

At the end of the topic, the atmosphere was silent, and the air seemed to stagnate, full of depression.

After a while, Shan Wei said again, "you... Leave her alone, don't blame her..."

"Aunt Shan, I've never been surprised."

Tang Mingyu answered, his voice mixed with air conditioning, adding a little coldness, "she is now so kind. She has always been a kind person

"In fact, just now, Luoluo told me that she had to give her time for some things."

Before giving birth to a child, Tang Luo didn't understand Shan Wei very well, but after little Lu Chen was born, she watched her child grow up day by day, and watched a child connected with her own blood gradually become an inseparable member. This kind of feeling is very wonderful.

Most of the time, she looked at her son laughing around, and suddenly thought of Shan Wei.

Regardless of the situation at that time, the current situation must be painful for Shan Wei.

Seeing that his own son is forced to separate from himself, he is clearly around, but he can only be a stranger. Even when he meets him, he has to think twice. He has to take into account his family, public opinion and the feelings of the people around him. Life must be very depressing.

Therefore, after the Tang and Song Dynasties brought back Xue Wanqing and Tang Jiajia, they became the last straw to defeat Shan Wei.

She's crazy.

Almost forever.

In this world, she and Tang Mingyu are the only relatives related to Shan Wei.

Think of this, Tang Luo those resentment and don't understand, also have the sign of gradually release.

....

At the entrance of the cemetery, Shan Wei's mood is very complicated, and all kinds of tastes rush into his heart, but he can't express them.

"In a word, I'm very grateful that Luo Luo can understand me. I hope you don't feel anything. Now, I really think it's very good."

"Single aunt..." that word, Tang Mingyu always call not export, "thank you."

Maybe it's good for everyone to keep the relationship as it is.

Many things can not be completely resolved by changing a name.

She paused. "I know everything about the hospital," Tang Mingyu said. As soon as he moved his lips, he heard her continue to say, "now that we've come to this step, we're all well. It's the best result."

Shan Wei looked up and said, "well, I wish you a happy new year. I'll go back first."

"Happy new year."

Tang Mingyu turns around and looks at Shan Wei leaving. His eyes seem to be covered with a layer of fog. He is psychedelic and deep. He can't see his emotions clearly.

Then, the corner of the mouth slightly raised, there was a shallow radian.

Perhaps, life should have a different look.