First Love and Marriage: Bidong Double-Faced Male God

The baby experienced such a catastrophe that even the doctor exclaimed that it was a thrill.If it was a minute or two later, even if Da Luo Shenxian did it himself, he might not be able to snatch this little life back from King Yama.Han Muxue blamed herself even more, if not for her own carelessness, this tragic accident would not have happened.

After this accident, Han Muxue looked very haggard. She took off the beautiful clothes she usually wears and put on loose clothes that are convenient for holding the baby. She is dotted with a few small flowers in plain white. Milk powder, warm water bottle, and paper diapers, I'm afraid that if the preparation is not enough, the baby will suffer some grievances.

So Han Muxue stayed with the baby anytime and anywhere after that, whether it was eating, drinking, or taking injections, it seemed as if the adult and the child were connected together and never separated.

One afternoon, when the sun was shining brightly, Han Muxue took the baby for a walk, letting the baby who was at the peak of development receive more sunlight to promote his calcium absorption, and his height will definitely not be lower than 1.8 meters in the future.Han Muxue is holding a special insulated feeding bottle in her left hand. It needs to be washed with hot water first and then adjusted with cold water to adjust the temperature to the temperature of the skin so that the baby can drink it obediently.

There are all kinds of flowers in the garden outside the hospital, roses and lilies, unscrupulously releasing their own fragrance, all kinds of flowers compete for beauty.

There was just a light rain at noon, and the rain moistened the land in the garden. The petals of the flowers were covered with glittering dewdrops, which was very beautiful. There was a small pond beside the garden, and there was a small lily lying on the huge lotus leaf. The frog croaked.

Han Muxue touched the baby's little face after taking two steps with her in her arms, warm love was everywhere.For some reason, there were significantly fewer people walking in the garden that day than before. After a while, Han Muxue was the only one left in the huge garden.

The unknown nursery rhymes that Han Muxue hummed echoed in the garden, and Han Muxue walked around the garden again holding the baby, and the little frog had disappeared, but Han Muxue looked at the baby in her arms affectionately, as if Walking is never enough to keep walking.The baby has already eaten about half of the milk in the bottle, and the high-hanging sun also sinks slightly, changing from dazzling light to a warm orange-yellow color.

There was a busy road outside the hospital, and it happened that Murong Hao also passed by that day.Just as he was thinking about not knowing what was going on, while walking by, he heard singing coming from inside, so he turned his head and took a look.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, and found that the person singing was Han Muxue, Murong Hao couldn't help but stop. In his eyes, Han Muxue in front of him was full of maternal brilliance. At this moment, she is not a girl, but a great mother.

Murong Hao instinctively thought of his own mother, the equally great mother who suffered a tragic fate, Murong Hao clenched his fists when he thought of this.

He thought of the tunes his mother hummed when he made milk for him, and the happy mood when his mother took him to the park. There were endless warm moments in his heart. Those were the happiest moments in Murong Hao's life.

But the warm lullaby stopped abruptly at a certain moment in the long river of time. Murong Hao watched his mother walk into the door of Murong's house, just to pay the expensive medical expenses for Murong Hao who was seriously ill at that time. His own destiny saved Murong Hao's life.

Murong Hao, who was still young at the time, didn't understand what terrible choice his mother had made. When he was having dinner that afternoon, he saw his mother weeping and asked her why. Thinking about it, his heart ached.

During this period of time, Murong Hao could see his mother secretly hiding and wiping tears every day, and Murong Hao also felt that something had begun to change.

But the day finally came. Murong Hao was told by an unknown person that his mother had died. Murong Hao was taken aback, and ran back to that so-called home like crazy, regardless of whether he was in class or not. The locked door opened a door. From the crack of the door, an ugly head popped out, saw Murong Hao's small body, and asked him back, "Little brat, what do you want?"

Murong Hao cried until his face was full of tears and snot, and he said with a sobbing voice: "I, I. I'm looking for my mother."

Before Murong Hao finished speaking, the door slammed shut, and an unpleasant voice inside asked: "Who is knocking on the door?" Another voice replied: "I don't know where the wild child came from, but Come here to find mom, hmph, what is wrong with this place?"

That night, Murong Hao cried for a long time in front of the gate. It seemed that he had been crying for a whole day and night. His mother hadn't appeared yet. There was no warm embrace, no delicious food, and only the north wind kept blowing, blowing little Murong Hao to death. His little face was flushed, and the icy wind cut Murong Hao's body like a sharp knife.

On the balcony on the second floor, Murong Lin held a glass of red wine in one hand and hugged a woman in the other. He was watching Murong Hao who was suffering in the wind with great interest. He drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, turned his head and kissed The woman in her arms gave an order to the housekeeper who was waiting by the side: "Bring that child in, take a bath, eat a meal, do whatever you want, and then take it to the small room opposite, I don't want this Wild children dirty my house."

The butler bent down to promise, turned around and went downstairs. The servants in the whole house were busy, like a machine pressing a switch to work. Murong Hao carried him in, and another servant inside followed, and the servants carried them one by one to the bathroom, otherwise the muddy shoes would make a mess of the hall and the servants' salaries. It's a mess.

In the bathroom, there was a worker who was in charge of washing Murong Hao's hair, and a worker who was in charge of washing Murong Hao's body. There were already more than [-] servants involved in this link.

Little Murong Hao didn't know what happened, and struggled with horror on his face, but how did little Murong Hao's little arm break free from the hands of these servants, he choked a few mouthfuls of water reluctantly, and finally took a bath, After getting dressed, he was led by a butler to the dining room.

The dishes on the dining table were something that little Murong Hao had never seen before. The table was all neatly arranged, in case Murong Hao was not used to eating, all kinds of sauces were also placed on the whole small table. desktop.

How could a child manage so much? After being in the cold wind for so long, his stomach was already growling with hunger. Although he didn't know why he came into this house suddenly, and he was surrounded by so many people, but he saw With this table dish, the eyes are brightened, and other things are completely left behind.

After a big meal of Haisai, Murong Hao stretched his stomach so round that he couldn't eat even a piece of meat or a glass of drink. He sighed comfortably and lay down on the chair. At this moment, Murong Hao remembered his mother. , Suddenly burst into tears, crying and calling mother.

Seeing this, the servant next to her hurriedly stepped forward to appease her.The one on the side said: "Your mother has gone out to do some errands, and she will be back soon, baby, don't cry, be good." The other on the other side said: "Yes, yes, the dishes on this table are made by your mother. I'll give you something to eat, in case you're hungry."

Murong Hao opened his eyes wide and listened to what they said, and then slowly calmed down. Seeing that the little ancestor finally calmed down, the little housekeeper sighed, stepped forward and said, "Little darling, uncle will take you to see someone, okay?" Ah, he has interesting toys there, and he is also a good friend of your mother."

Murong Hao nodded, followed the little butler, turned left, went upstairs, turned right, and finally arrived at the door of a room, the little butler knocked on the door and said, "Boss, the kid is here." A voice came out: "Bring him in, and you can go down first."

So the little housekeeper opened the door and put little Murong Hao in and left. Murong Hao opened the door and saw that the room was filled with fluffy toys and soft blankets on the floor. Murong Hao liked it very much, ah He jumped on the toy with his whole body screaming.

Murong Lin who was standing at the other end of the room naturally sneered, and when little Murong Hao got excited, he turned his head and saw a person standing in the room, looking at him vigilantly, thinking of his mother again, and asked: "Do you know what I mean?" Where did mom go?"

Murong Lin laughed, knowing in his heart that little Murong Hao's mother would never come back, he walked up to little Murong Hao, squatted down, and said: "Little guy, your mother will be back later, but you will never come back." I'm going to live here, do you like it here? Is the food you ate just now delicious? Which doll do you like best in this room?"

Murong Hao smiled heartily, and said: "I like this place so much! The food is much more delicious than what I usually eat. I like roast chicken the most, and my favorite plush doll is that lion!" Murong Hao raised his hand Get up and point to a puppet lion standing next to it.

Murong Lin smiled at little Murong Hao, walked to the lion doll, picked it up and walked back to Murong Hao, saying: "Then can you sleep with the little lion for a night first?"

Murong Hao's eyes widened, and he asked, "Then what about my mother?"

Murong Lin smiled hard, and said, "Your mother hasn't been able to come back so soon, don't worry, the little lion will protect you."

Murong Hao lowered his head dejectedly, and said in compromise: "That's fine."

Murong Lin regained that friendly smile, and shouted at the door: "Come and send the young master to the room where he sleeps, and remember to bring a cup of hot milk for the young master."

So day after day, little Murong Hao's mother never came back, and Murong Hao gradually grew up, looking for his mother every day since he was a child, and now he keeps silent about his mother. Maybe he suddenly discovered the truth one day, and his mother will never come back His eyes gradually turned red, and crying sounded from his throat. Many servants couldn't coax the young master with candies, and no one knew why the young master suddenly became angry.After crying for an unknown number of days, Murong Hao gradually stopped crying. He understood that his mother was dead, and no matter how long he cried, he could not bring it back, so his mother was an important scar in Murong Hao's heart.

This day Murong Hao saw Han Muxue, who was so maternity, he naturally had endless turmoil in his heart. Naturally, he had a little more sincerity towards Han Muxue, so he couldn't help but peeked at Han Muxue from the side of the road through the wall covered with creepers. Han Muxue, who was walking and breastfeeding the baby, came.
Murong Hao thought about Han Muxue's well-being, and thought about the nearby flower shop in his mind, planning to buy a bouquet of roses for Han Muxue to express his love.Han Muxue was holding the baby in her arms, looking at the baby with affection in her eyes, the image of a plain white dress with a few small flowers dotted on it kept spinning in Murong Hao's mind.

Murong Hao can be regarded as a happy day today, because he walked near the hospital, saw Han Muxue's intoxicating appearance, and remembered the time when he was the most innocent and happy, as if traveling through time and space to return to the past sweetness.Because of this, her love for Han Muxue became even tighter.