she fell from the galaxy

The night in early autumn is as cool as water.

Under the bright moonlight, the phoenix trees in front of the courtyard made a pleasant sound of "rustling".

During the recent period, the task of coaxing and raising the baby fell on Zhu Wuyou's head, but fortunately, she was very handy.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?" Xiao Qingtuan refused to sleep with her big round eyes open.

Calculating carefully, Mo Sihan hasn't shown up for almost ten days, it's normal for Xiao Qingtuan to miss his father.

Zhu Wuyou stroked her hair fondly, and smiled: "Xiao Qingtuan wants to compare with Dad, right?"

Xiaoqingtuan nodded her head.

Zhu Wuyou comforted her: "Dad is busier than him these days, and when he is busy, Xiaoqingtuan will be able to see him."

Xiaoqingtuan blinked obediently: "Okay then. Mommy, you can tell me stories now."

Zhu Wuyou opened the book of fairy tales by the bedside, and began to tell them wholeheartedly: "Today, Mommy is going to tell the story of Cinderella. Once upon a time..."

The story is only half told, and the child has fallen asleep peacefully.

It's so nice to be a child, innocent and innocent, laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry, and even fall asleep so fast that you are enviable.

Only when people grow up will they know that night is the most difficult thing to bear.

Those emotions and grievances that could not be vented during the day finally had a suitable gate when it got dark.

The good thing is, no matter how hypocritical the night is, when the sun rises, it will be a brand new day, as if everything can start all over again.

Zhu Wuyou carefully tucked up the quilt for Xiao Qingtuan, and quietly walked out of the room.

The phone in the bag vibrated, Zhu Wuyou took out the phone and picked it up: "Hey, big brother."

Lin Yunlang's voice came: "I got news that Su Lan died in a car accident on the day Mo Sihan escaped from the dinner."

"Su Lan is dead?" Zhu Wuyou's pupils trembled, and he was so shocked that he couldn't believe his ears.

She thought that something might have happened to Su Lan, but she didn't expect Su Lan to die.

It's true that Zhu Wuyou doesn't like Su Lan, but she was still a bit taken aback when she heard such news.

Be it Bai Yueguang or her god-sister, Su Lan's importance to Mo Sihan is self-evident.

Suddenly, Su Lan died like this. It must have been a difficult time for Mo Sihan.

This explains why Mo Sihan can't even take care of his favorite daughter these days.

"Then why is there no news at all on the Internet?" Zhu Wuyou asked a question.

"You should know that with Mo Sihan's abilities, as long as he wants to, this is not difficult."

This is true.

Before hanging up the phone, Zhu Wuyou said lightly: "I see."

*
Zhu Wuyou was about to leave with his bag in hand, when he looked up, he bumped into Mo Sihan who had just returned home.

After not seeing him for a few days, Mo Sihan's lips were dark blue, his cheeks were sunken, and he was quite haggard.

The air froze for a while, and something called embarrassment spread between the two of them.

Zhu Wuyou moved her lips: "Xiao Qingtuan, I've put her to sleep, I'm going back."

She pretended to be calm, but the panic in her eyes still betrayed her.

She just wanted to escape, but she couldn't escape, the decision was not on her.

Mo Sihan didn't give way, and said in a low voice, "I'll go upstairs to see the little youth group first, you go to the study and wait for me, I have something to say to you."

Sure enough, there was no escape.

Zhu Wuyou stroked his sleeves, looked down at his watch: "It's late, can you tell me on the phone?"

Mo Sihan's face darkened, and his face was stained with sullenness: "No, you go to the study and wait for me."

"Alright then." Zhu Wuyou sighed.

Since you can't escape, you have to face it.

Zhu Wuyou expected that the confrontation between the two would be another tragic fight.

Anyway, it's not the first time, she's already used to it.

In the children's room upstairs, Mo Sihan was sitting on the head of the bed, staring at the sleeping little man without blinking.

Just watching the little youth sleeping, Mo Sihan felt that his devastated heart seemed to be healed, as if it didn't hurt so much.

Would a person be better off without love in this life?
Love is like a big gamble, betting all the energy and sincerity of a person, some people win a lot of money, while others lose nothing.

You know, when there is love, there will be pain, and in the end it is all regret.

*
"Squeak!"

Half an hour later, Mo Sihan pushed open the door and came in. His goal was the crown and crystal slipper on the desk.

Frowning fiercely, Mo Sihan asked her hoarsely, "What do you mean?"

Zhu Wuyou smiled bitterly: "The show is over, and the props should be returned."

props?She actually called what he gave her a prop?
That prop is really expensive.

Mo Sihan was extremely displeased when he heard this, and said angrily, "In your eyes, do you think it's acting?"

Zhu Wuyou twitched the corners of his lips: "It's not important, that matter is over."

That song is right, fairy tales are all lies, you can't be my prince.

Mo Sihan held back his anger, and tried to explain to her: "I left halfway for a reason, you don't have to be angry. Also, I don't have the habit of taking back the things I give out."

Zhu Wuyou smiled and refused: "I don't like this crown because it makes me look like a clown. I don't like this pair of shoes because it doesn't fit my feet. It's like an inappropriate marriage, cold and Only you know the warmth."

"What are you trying to say, you are beating around the bush?" Mo Sihan finally got angry.

Mo Sihan strode forward, grabbed Zhu Wuyou's shoulders with both hands and shook vigorously: "Zhu Wuyou, what are you doing? Are you qualified to do it in front of me?"

does she have it?Probably not.

Zhu Wuyou squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said in a sad voice: "Mo Sihan, from now on we'll settle the matter."

"You're dreaming!" Mo Sihan cupped Zhu Wuyou's face and kissed it fiercely.

Toss and grind, until there is a hint of salty blood in your mouth.

Zhu Wuyou's eyes were sore, and he pushed him away with all his strength: "Mo Sihan, I know that Su Lan died in a car accident, do you want to blame me for her death again?"

She was scared, really scared.

Mo Sihan's eyes were scarlet, his face was ferocious like a wild animal, he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhu Wuyou, Su Lan was killed by your mother, I will never let her go."

"boom!"

Zhu Wuyou's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, he stood there stiffly, and the blood on his face disappeared little by little.

She was clearly not ready for the news.

After a while, she came back to her senses, and said in a trembling voice, "What do you mean?"

Mo Sihan tensed his fingers, his whole body was trembling with anger, and he spoke clearly: "Listen well, if it weren't for your mother, Su Lan would have been on the plane going abroad long ago, and she wouldn't have been in a car accident. Zhu Wuyou , the bad guy is still a bad guy even when he gets old, I can't keep showing respect to your mother over and over again."

"..."

Mo Sihan made it very clear that he wanted to deal with her mother.

Is the new hatred adding to the old hatred?

What can Zhu Wuyou do?
pray?

joke!

Mo Sihan choked his throat and said hoarsely, "Do you know how my mother died back then?"

Facing Mo Sihan's almost scarlet eyes, Zhu Wuyou really wanted him to stop talking.

Because she knew that the truth was always cruel.

But the sky failed to fulfill the wishes of the people, and the cruelty still came as promised.

Mo Sihan's breathing was rough, and his voice was hoarse: "My mother died of suicide. On my birthday, she jumped from such a high place, and finally ended up with a brain burst and covered in blood. I was so angry on the spot. It was a terrible end. At that time, I was standing downstairs and watched her jump down."
Zhu Wuyou felt as if her eardrum had been pierced by a needle, which was unbearably painful.

The truths came one after another, and then came one after another, making her unable to breathe, like a fish short of water on the shore.

For a severely depressed mental patient like Mo Wenwan, death does not seem terrible, but rather like a relief.

At least, when Mo Wenwan jumped off, she was smiling.

But even so, Mo Sihan still couldn't accept the fact that his mother committed suicide.

It was like a recurring nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Mo Sihan's clenched hands turned white from the exertion, and the tendons on the back of his hands exploded, as if he had been caught in an extremely painful memory.

Gradually, a low choked sob came out of his throat, which infected everything around him and became sad.

This was the first time Zhu Wuyou saw Mo Sihan crying in front of her.

Who says men don't flick their tears easily?
It's just not to the point of sadness.

Zhu Wuyou felt the same way, and the tears flowed down involuntarily.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Zhu Wuyou cried more and more fiercely, saying sorry repeatedly, as if she was the culprit, the instigator.

Why does she have such a mother?

Is it possible that the wrong birth should be punished?
The answer is obvious.

Zhu Wuyou almost knelt down before Mo Sihan.

What is this compared to his pain?
A few drops of hot tears fell on Mo Sihan's hand, and Mo Sihan immediately let go of his hand as if he had been scalded by her tears.

Mo Sihan woke up from the pain, his black eyes gradually became clear: "Zhu Wuyou, this is not your fault, you don't need to blame yourself. But, I want to take back what I said before, and I won't let you go Mom. Since you did something wrong, you should be punished."

Zhu Wuyou wiped away tears: "I know. I have severed the mother-daughter relationship with her. I will not care about the grievances between you and her in the future."
Whether it's about Zhu's family or her mother, she has really tried her best.

Mo Sihan would not let her mother go just because she begged her out.

In the adult world, there is a price to be paid for doing wrong things, and no one is an exception.

"Perhaps, we were wrong from the beginning. Mo Sihan, I'm afraid I'm going to let grandma down. I'm tired, really tired." Zhu Wuyou burst into tears like rain, and her heart felt ashamed.

It's like a vicious cycle, endless, never ending.

Mo Sihan narrowed his eyes slightly and stared into her eyes: "Zhu Wuyou, you are you and she is her. The reason why I don't let you go is not because of hate, but because of love. Therefore, I will not allow you Leave me, before or now or after."

Zhu Wuyou smiled mechanically: "There's only so much love in total. After so many years, don't you think it's already gone? Mo Sihan, you are no longer the Mo Sihan when I first met, and I am no longer the same. It’s no longer the old Zhu Wuyou. Our marriage is like that pair of shoes that don’t fit. It doesn’t fit. You have to admit that love is like a waiting train. Some people come and some people go. Now I’m getting off the train , shall we say goodbye with a smile?"

Mo Sihan's heart wanted to be cut open by someone, and the blood couldn't stop flowing down, the pain made his heart ache.

"Don't even think about it!" Mo Sihan hugged her so tightly that she could barely breathe.

But what he didn't know was that some things were sand, and no matter how tightly he held it, he couldn't stop it from slipping through his fingers.