My infertile wife ran with the ball

My love is a small flower bud, which withers before it blooms.

I hold his branch every day... an urn to be precise.

The white porcelain altar is very cold, and it can't be warmed for a long time in winter, and it takes a whole day to warm it up.I often sit on the sofa with the jar in my arms, counting the time and the air passing by. At night, I think he should go home from school, but I wait until late at night to realize that it is in my arms.

The little jar is quiet and not noisy. It is exactly the same as Xiaoan before he was alive. I talk to it, yell at it, feed it...it doesn't respond at all, what a fool...

I do have a heart with sharp edges and corners. The seven emotions and six desires stand on one edge, and the edge called love is full of sharp thorns, stabbing all the people close to me with blood.

But Xiaoan is a real idiot, and he never complains of pain when he bleeds.

I am a lawyer. I have defended the money and power of countless people since I practiced. I don’t believe in gods or good and evil.

The ridiculous thing is that I have never lost a game with countless people in my life, but I lost completely in front of An Qi.This game does not involve power and money. He gave me a sincere heart at the beginning. Not only that, he also fed me sweet milk while bleeding, telling me that this world is pure and sincere, but it is a pity that I am suspicious and sharp by nature. , Only when his sincerity is a weight in exchange for interests, doubly satirize him.

If someone could have told me what love was like before, then I would have understood that I was already in love.

For six full months, I played games with him, and when I looked back, he was no longer in the game, and the gift he left for me was a life.

It is always easy for people to ignore the people and things in front of them, and they will be nostalgic when they are lost. I am a typical rotten person and bitch. The sweetness in my memory comes up at the moment when I really see the ashes urn, but I can no longer touch.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, the limit of life, no one can break it, I can see it.

Later, I took the columbarium home and vacated a room for An Qi. When I had nothing to do, I would visit him and clean the columbarium for him.Maybe because he spent too many late nights holding the columbarium, the fragments of his soul merged into my flesh and blood, and he gradually appeared before my eyes.

He still has the face like a little white flower, sometimes he would sit on the sofa and smile at me, sometimes he would get angry and not cook, and sometimes he would disappear after waking up...so I started to learn to cook and eat Bowl after bowl, when Shen Qinghao came, I saw the doubts in his eyes, he must think I was crazy, but there was no way, I had to keep going crazy to see An Qi.

His soul has become concrete in my eyes, and he lives in my eyes.

In this world, he is the only one who treats me unconditionally and sincerely. I treat others with a smile, but I have never given him a good face.When a person is gone, there will be endless remorse and regret in my heart. I just hope to keep this trace of him, whether it is a shadow or a fantasy.Lovers are priceless treasures. If An Qi pays for his life, I have to leave the rest of my life to him. Otherwise, there will be nothing to say, and I will not be able to lift my head when I see him in the future. Huang Quan and his wife have nothing to do.

Xiaoan has advanced cancer and is a helpless orphan. I only found out about these things after he passed away. However, no matter how intractable cancer can be, it can live longer by one or two years with cutting-edge medical treatment, and even in a lonely heart Find companionship in time.... but people are gone...

After staying at home with the ashes urn for a year, I went to the orphanage where Anqi grew up. The condition of the orphanage is not good, because without funding, it will soon be unable to operate. The director is also old and has no successors. , leaving a bunch of helpless children in the yard.

I bought the orphanage.

I tried to participate in the daily management of the orphanage. The children under the age of five were always crying and screaming, and they couldn't even read the words clearly. I couldn't imagine how An Qi was admitted to university in such an environment.

I wanted to give up, but the dean said that she and An Qi took care of most of the children here, so I stayed again.

Half a year later, even holding the ashes urn every day, I found that my memory about An Qi was inevitably blurred...

"Lawyer Ye, are you really determined to seal up the 378 memories of Mr. An? Electric shock therapy is irreversible."

I said yes, I sealed up all the memories about Xiao An, and only the beauty of the first meeting and the orphanage photos of him when he was a child remained in my mind.After the memory is sealed, it can be partially released at a certain point in time. I choose to release it once every three years, so that I can persist until I grow old. Every three years, I have fresh memories about Xiaoan.

Now Xiaoan in my mind is a child, he cries and learns to read with the children in the orphanage, and grows up a little bit every day.

I can operate normally without the law firm, but Xiaoan's life is so short, I have to guard him.

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"Lawyer Ye, can you talk about why you gave up your family business and turned to charity?"

At the gate of Anxin Orphanage, a reporter held up a microphone and asked Ye Po, the current director.

The young man frowned, as if he was thinking about something. After a few seconds, his face showed a little helplessness, and he replied to the reporter: "I was sick a while ago, and I forgot the specific reason. I just remember that there is someone very important to me here. I have to guard him."

A group of children rushed out from the gate, and behind them was an old woman who hurriedly chased after them. That was the previous dean.Ye Po looked at the children with a headache, but his eyes showed a little doting, and he said to the group of children: "Xiao An, slow down and don't fall."

As he spoke, he ignored the reporter and walked straight to the children.

The reporter signaled the cameraman behind him to follow, and the camera naturally turned to the old dean who was standing there.

"Hi, may I ask which child Lawyer Ye mentioned is Xiaoan?" the reporter asked.

The old dean turned his head and took a deep look at the reporter, "We don't have a child named An here..."

Lover and me, I can't let go.