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The man walked among the flowers, both happy and eager, and the joy could not be concealed on his handsome face.

After a while, I found a person who was enjoying the shade under the tree, lazily drooping his eyes from time to time, and who has been extremely lethargic recently.

He walked lightly, and stopped the maid who had just called out a word to stop playing the fan with his eyes.He took the fan and signaled them to go down, and he fanned the girl lightly, waiting for her to wake up.

It seems that he has no ambitions. If his mother sees it, she will probably not scold him, but will only dislike her.Men and women, men and women, always male-heavy.But in ancient times, there was a thrush with open eyes, which was fun in the boudoir, how could others understand it?

"Feizhi?" The woman suddenly called out softly, opened her eyes, and they were filled with joy and joy.

The man sat beside her, and asked softly, "Is it better?" Recently, she was very sick, and he was worried and secretly happy.The worry is that the wife is sad, and the joy is that their child is about to be born, and they have already tasted some of the taste of being a parent.

The woman nodded, stroked her lower abdomen, and said with a warm smile: "It's much better, it's getting better and better, but it's just that it always moves." As if remembering something, she suddenly stared at the man and asked: "Is Fei Zhi a boy or a girl? "

The man laughed immediately and said: "Doctors don't know, and I don't know either. It's just that it's good to be like you. If it's a man, I'll teach him how to ride a horse and bow and shoot. If it's a woman, you can teach her female red poetry." Caressing the hand on the lower abdomen, he said seriously: "But no matter whether you are a man or a woman, you must teach him one thing."

The woman hurriedly looked around, blushing and said: "Fei Zhi, it's not easy for outsiders to see." Then she asked curiously: "What?"

The man smiled and said, "I will see it when I see it. I am not afraid." After speaking, he held the woman's hand and continued, "Teach him to love and be filial to his mother."

"Thank you for your hard work..." Before he finished speaking, the little guy in his belly moved uncomfortably, and felt the hands of the two through a layer of flesh.

Look at each other and smile, without saying a word of warmth.

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"You are so young, how can you have the heart?" The woman said pitifully, carefully holding the baby in her arms, she still has a belly, but she already has the appearance of a loving mother.

Early this morning, when the servant opened the door, he saw a young baby wrapped in thick swaddling clothes placed in front of the doorstep, peacefully sleeping innocently without knowing the pain of being abandoned.Can't bear to hug and let the woman deal with it.

The man frowned, seeing that the swaddle was worn out, he thought it was because of helplessness, but he shouldn't just abandon it.It can be seen that the woman feels pity, so she said softly: "If you want to stay, you can stay. In the future, you will have a companion of the same age." The woman will not have to work hard in two months, whether it is sooner or later, the two children are the same age At the same age, it's really good to be a companion.

The woman said: "I think so too."

The man said: "How about Ci Qing giving her a name?"

The woman thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let's rest on the butterfly."

The man didn't ask, but replied with a smile: "Okay."

He was about to leave for Beijing in the near future, and the woman was getting heavier and weaker, so she couldn't go with her. He was very reluctant and worried, so he had to keep instructing the woman, asking the maid to ask the mother to tell the doctor.

How I wish I could be by her side when that moment comes.

But for them, for the life to come, for this family, for their future, he must go away.

last resort.

But he looks forward to that later.

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"You are so brave!" the man shouted angrily.

"Why not? You are more daring, no..." The dying woman laughed weakly and breathlessly for a long time, echoing in the dark room, and then intermittently said: "It is more cruel... Even if I asked one more question at the beginning, things would not become what they are now In this way, she will not be reduced to this point, let alone meet me..."

"I should thank you, shouldn't I?"

He was so angry that he had nothing to say, and then went on to say: "Anyway, I just like her, and she likes me too. It's okay for you to kill me...Anyway, she won't recognize you, let alone marry that bastard." Maggot dog slave!"

"What are you doing to me?"

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"Master?" Someone called from outside the door.

He put down the old picture scroll and asked indifferently: "Is he dead?" He didn't let anyone come in to report.

The person outside the door timidly said: "Dead, you let me watch her die." She didn't want to think about the miserable death, and she closed her eyes like that.

He said: "Chop it up and feed it to the dogs...that's all, the dogs won't eat it, so throw it to the mass grave."

A trembling voice answered outside the door: "Yes..." Then he asked in a trembling voice: "The old lady wants to see you, you?..."

"not see."

"...she asked when you would see me?"

He laughed lowly, and mocked: "Wait for the one who is sorry for her to forgive her." But he didn't know who he was mocking.

One is missing and the other is underworld, who will forgive?

The people outside responded, and he picked up the scroll and lay back on the chair.If no one forgives her, who will forgive him?

It's not that I haven't expected that life to come to the world, but after she dies, after dying for her, I can't look forward to it.

Covering the picture scroll in front of her body, she murmured: "Ciqing..."

If it is like the end of the moon, it will be bright and clean, and the ice and snow will be warm.It's easy to end without that fate, the swallow is still there, and said softly stepping on the curtain hook.

After singing the autumn grave, the sorrow has not rested, and the spring cluster recognizes the amphora butterfly.

It is expected that the heart will be broken every year.

Candles will cease.