Madam leg hurts please hug

In a secluded small courtyard in the countryside, an orange desk lamp was turned on in a small room.

The black and white posthumous photos were placed in the center of the small wooden table in the room, and the frames of the photos were so clean that there was no dust at all.

Li Xiangyun would wipe An Yiming's posthumous photos several times with a clean towel every night, for fear of getting a drop of dust.

Sitting at the small wooden table, she stared at the people in the photo with sadness in her eyes.

Her lover had passed away for several months. She originally thought that she could be strong for her daughter, but only when the night was quiet did she realize how difficult the day was.

Wife, wife, is a companion when you are old.

Now, she just got old, and her wife left first.

The person in the photo smiled slightly and was frozen here forever. He will never grow old. When her gray hair turns gray, he will still look young.

Li Xiangyun sighed heavily, took out his mobile phone, and turned to the strange number again.

She called several times, but the phone was always turned off.

The hope that she had finally ignited was about to be extinguished again, maybe this phone number really couldn't get through.

It is really unrealistic to place hope on this phone number from more than 20 years ago.

Even so, she had no other choice.

She looked at the string of phone numbers and pressed dial again.

After a while, she put down the phone again in disappointment.

Located in the villa area in the bustling urban area of ​​City A, there is a huge European-style villa brightly lit.

The middle-aged woman sitting in the living room was wearing a high-grade blue silk cheongsam, elegantly picked up the bird's nest in front of her, and sipped it.

Seeing that she was in a good mood, the servant standing beside her praised with insight, "Ma'am, our young lady is really caring and filial. I know that you are not in good health recently. Even though you are busy with filming, you have personally selected this superb bird's nest." Send someone over to replenish your body."

Although the face of the woman on the sofa was stained with some traces of time, her skin was still firm and translucent, and her face was beautiful, as if she had just passed her thirties.

She put down the bird's nest in her hand and smiled slightly, "Our family's son Ning is careful, but sometimes he doesn't take good care of his body, and often forgets to eat because of filming, and I worry about her."

"Don't worry, ma'am." The servant hurriedly said to comfort her, "The assistants and cooks you hired for the lady are taking care of her every day. I heard that the drama is about to wrap up and the lady will be back soon." home."

"Sir should be back in two days." Song Jing smiled and ordered, "Get ready."

"Okay, ma'am." The servant said and withdrew.

At this time, a cleaning lady came over with an old box in her hand, "Ma'am, when I was cleaning just now, I saw this in the utility room. I thought it was an old box that you didn't want, and it was just about to be thrown away." When I found out that there was an old mobile phone inside, do you still want to keep this?"

Song Jing's eyes fell on the yellowed white box in her hand, and her gentle eyes were instantly stained with complex colors.

She slightly stretched out her hand to take the box, but her outstretched hand stopped in mid-air and did not fall down.

"Don't keep it, throw it away," she said.

Auntie saw that she was obviously reluctant, so she couldn't help saying, "Ma'am, this is your old thing. If you want to keep it as a souvenir, I will clean it up for you."

Song Jing kept her eyes on the box and didn't speak for a long time.

Seeing that she was silent, the aunt thought she was upset because of her words, so she quickly said, "I'm sorry madam, I'll deal with it now."

"Wait a minute." Song Jing called her back, her expression returned to her previous look, and said with a smile, "You are right, this is the mobile phone my father gave me when I was young, go and charge it for me Try it, if it is broken, please help me to fix it, and keep it as a thought.”

"Good lady!" Auntie hurried out with the box after she finished speaking.

Song Jing's eyes never looked back after she left.

26 years.

Some things have happened for 26 years.

Everything has changed, and she almost has to forget what happened before.

It's okay to forget.

She sighed slightly, forgetting, it was better than living with guilt.

A doorbell rang outside the door.

An Xiaoyue just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, before she had time to dry her hair, she took a towel and rubbed it on her wet hair, and hurried to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a faint scent of sandalwood.

The person outside the door was wearing a gray woolen coat and a black suit inside, making him look straight and slender.

There was still a trace of cold on his clothes, he was leaning on a cane in his right hand, and the corner of his mouth was slightly curved to look at the person inside the door.

"Why are you here?" An Xiaoyue asked in surprise, "Didn't you accompany the client for dinner?"

"Come over after eating." Gong Yumo's eyes fell on her. He was only wearing a thin velvet pajamas. Because he had just finished taking a shower, his undried hair was steaming. There is a faint scent of shower gel.

His eyes were slightly dazed, as if something was scratching his heart.

"Won't you let me in?" he asked with a smile.

An Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened the door to let him in.

Gong Yumo entered the room, took off his coat and suit jacket, and only wore a white shirt, with a somewhat reproachful tone, "When you hear the doorbell ring, you don't ask who it is first, and you rush to open the door. What if it’s not me who opens the door but someone else?”

"I didn't think about it that much." An Xiaoyue took his coat naturally and hung it up.

"Why don't you blow your hair?" He took a step forward and lifted her wet hair.

"I opened the door for you just after taking a shower." An Xiaoyue smiled, "I haven't had time yet."

Gong Yumo took her hand and walked into the room, "Where is the hair dryer?"

An Xiaoyue handed him the hair dryer, and said with some embarrassment, "I'll blow it myself."

Gong Yumo pushed her down on the chair, then lifted her chin with his index finger so that she raised her head to meet his gaze, "You said it as if you like blowing your hair very much, didn't I always do it for you before?" Is it?"

An Xiaoyue shut her mouth obediently.

She thought to herself, the past was the past, although he used to dry her hair every time, but these days after we separated, she has learned to do it by herself, even if she doesn't like it very much, she still does it by herself .

Now, he picked up the hair dryer again, and gently moved his fingers back and forth between his long hair, which made her a little uncomfortable.

Gong Yumo's hand shuttled through her soft hair, bursts of fragrance invaded the tip of her nose.

His eyes couldn't help looking at her fair neck, and his Adam's apple subconsciously rolled up and down, a little warm.

The sound of the hair dryer was a bit loud, An Xiaoyue vaguely heard what Gong Yumo seemed to say to her, but she didn't hear clearly, she raised her head and asked loudly, "What did you say?"

The sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly, and Gong Yumo's deep eyes stared at her delicate face with a half-smile.

"I said," Gong Yumo smiled, "I'm not going back tonight."