Shen Shaojuai: I'm sorry I love you too much

After Ye Xingyi sat down, the psychiatrist asked softly, "Do you want to talk to me about something? Anything is fine. We can talk about whatever you want!"

Ye Xing moved away from the handshake, lowered his eyes, and said, "I want to talk about my husband."

"Your husband? What's wrong with your husband?" The doctor gently and persuasively.

"My husband passed away. Without telling me, he went abroad for an operation, but the operation failed. I didn't even see him for the last time."

Ye Xingyi spoke in a calm tone, what had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

The doctor fiddled with it for a while, then thought for a while, and then said, "Your husband may do this because he loves you very much."

"Yeah, I also think he should love me."

Ye Xingyi showed a heartbreaking broken smile, with tears in his eyes: "But in fact, I want to spend the last time with him even more, even if I know, he is sick."

"If he says he loves me, he just lied to me that he doesn't love me anymore, then I won't accept it."

After speaking, Ye Xingyi covered his face and wept uncontrollably.

After half an hour, the door of the room opened, and Ye Xingyi walked out slowly like a rabbit with red eyes.

Jiang Qingyuan went up to meet her, supported her shoulders, and even his voice softened a lot: "How is it?"

"It's better, let's go back."

Being seen in such a mess, Ye Xingyi wiped his eyes in embarrassment, eager to leave here.

"Okay, let's go now."

Jiang Qingyuan nodded in agreement, and asked his friend with his eyes. The counselor smiled slightly, gestured to Jiang Qingyuan, and then told Ye Xingyi: "Then we will see you tomorrow."

Ye Xingyi nodded and agreed.

After going out, Jiang Qingyuan kept holding Ye Xingyi's arm and asked her, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

Ye Xingyi didn't want to speak. He lowered his head and withdrew his hand without a trace.

Sitting directly in the passenger seat, Jiang Qingyuan looked at his empty hands and couldn't help but clenched them tightly.

At this time, Ye Xingyi lowered the car window and said to him: "I want to go to the flower shop, can you take me there?"

Jiang Qingyuan was startled, then as if he came alive again, he quickly nodded in agreement, got over the front of the car, got into the driver's seat, and took Ye Xingyi to the nearest flower shop.

"What kind of flowers do you want to buy? There are many kinds here, and I'll ask them to help you..." Jiang Qingyuan escorted Ye Xing in attentively.

Ye Xingyi took a look around and saw the small pot of flowers in the corner of the shelf. He walked over, picked it up and looked at it, his expression softened immediately.

"I want this potted flower."

Seeing this, Jiang Qingyuan still didn't agree, so he paid the money quickly.

After that, Ye Xingyi wanted to go back to the company, but Jiang Qingyuan vetoed it. He frowned and said, "The most important thing for you now is to rest. Don't worry about things in the company. Just leave it to Ling Yu and me."

It's a good thing that someone helps to work, and Ye Xingyi is also happy to be at ease.And recently, she was really too tired.

She held the flowers as if holding her own life.

That gesture made Jiang Qingyuan feel complicated.What is the meaning of that potted flower...?

Protecting the flower pot all the way back, Ye Xing moved out of the car, Jiang Qingyuan wanted to follow, but Ling Yu called back to the company.

"The company is so busy, have you had enough swimming outside? Hurry up and help."

Ling Yu was not polite at all, and Jiang Qingyuan was speechless for a while, but he had something to say first, and if he had already agreed, he would go to help.

He had no choice but to reluctantly watch Ye Xing move back, and drove back to Shen's company by himself.

But he also made an arrangement first, asking his aunt to bring Xiao Bo Ting there and move with Ye Xing for a while.

So Ye Xingyi held the flowers in his hands, and just as he opened the door, he was taken a step back by a small bomb.

"Mummy!"

"Little Boting?" Ye Xingyi regained his composure, hugged Xiao Boting, and felt warm in his heart, "You're back? Shouldn't you be in school now? Why are you at home?"

Xiao Bo Ting smiled mysteriously, with his hands still behind his back, and the smile between his brows and eyes almost overflowed.

Ye Xingyi almost made Ye Xingyi laugh with this appearance of no silver 300 taels here, but in order to match Xiao Boting's mood, Ye Xingyi deliberately pretended not to know and asked, "What's the matter? Did something good happen?" ?”

"Mommy!" Xiao Bo Ting finally couldn't help but yelled, took out the things hidden behind her back, put it in front of Ye Xingyi's eyes, and shouted: "I won the first prize in the competition, and I can represent our elementary school to go to H The country is participating in the Mathematical Olympiad."

Looking at the red certificates and certificates in front of him, as well as the medal hanging in his hand, Ye Xingyi was stunned for a while, then happily hugged Xiao Boting and walked around the room.

"Oh my God, our little Boting is so good that he won the first prize and can go abroad to compete. It's amazing. Mom is so happy."

"Mommy, you can go with me. Our school says that we can bring parents back and forth for free, and we can also go on a trip?"

Xiao Boting held Ye Xingyi's face in his fat hands like a grown-up, and said solemnly: "Besides, I will definitely win the first prize, and there is a bonus of 20 for the first prize, so I can use my Take the money you earn to take Mommy on a trip, okay?"

"Okay, really good." Ye Xingyi was delighted, how could she disagree, she was so excited that she shed tears, "Our little Boting is really good, we can make money by ourselves."

Xiao Boting put his arms around Ye Xingyi's neck, rubbed his soft cheeks back and forth, and muttered, "Mummy, don't be unhappy. I heard from Uncle Jiang that you will come back to rest for a while. Mommy, you And me. I will earn money for you when I grow up, so don’t be so tired. My heart aches.”

"Yes," Ye Xingyi couldn't help sobbing a little in his throat, and sat on the sofa with Xiao Boting hugged tightly, as if hugging a warm flame, "I still have you, and you... ..."

"Mummy, what is this?" The mother and son hugged each other for a while, Xiao Bo Ting fiddled with the small flower pot in Ye Xingyi's hand and said, "This flower smells so good!"

"This is a potted flower that Mommy likes. Its flower language is Missing."

Ye Xingyi cherished the flowerpot in his hand, and took Xiao Boting to the balcony. He didn't come here for a long time, but found that his aunt took good care of it, and the branches and leaves were so thick that it almost became a small forest.

In the greenery, Ye Xingyi and Xiao Boting put the flower pots in the middle space, and Xiao Boting held a small blue flower pot and watered it

With tender lips, she murmured: "You must grow up well, I'll give you more water..."

"Don't water too much." Ye Xingyi calmly took the water bottle away from Xiao Boting and said, "If you drink too much, it will drown..."

"Ah, is that so?"

Xiao Bo Ting raises her big watery eyes and stares at her ignorantly. Although Xiao Bo Ting is smart, he still doesn't understand the truth that there is a limit to everything.

Ye Xingyi smiled, hugged Xiao Boting and looked at the scenery outside together.

"Xiao Boting, can Mommy tell you a story? Once upon a time there was a little girl who lost her mother when she was very young..."

The story told two people lying on the bed, and Xiao Bo Ting fell asleep listening to it.

Hugging Xiao Bo Ting, Ye Xingyi sighed, touched Xiao Bo Ting's face, and said softly: "Bo Ting, Mommy will give you double love in the future... the one that replaces your father will also be a piece." effort……"

After a long absence, Ye Xingyi came back to accompany Xiao Boting to do homework, sleep, and pick up Xiao Boting to and from school.

When she was free, she set up the easel on the balcony after a long absence, and picked up the brush again.

One painting lasted a whole day, and Ye Xingyi was silently lost in thought when he saw the large expanses of cool colors in the work, and suddenly found that his style seemed to have changed.

Turning around sharply, Ye Xingyi stood up, put the paintbrush on the palette, and prepared to water the flowers and plants to relax.

As a result, she inadvertently lowered her eyes, only to see that the pot of small white flowers had withered away.

It was only two days after I brought it back, but it withered before I knew it.

Ye Xingyi was caught off guard by how quickly his life was gone, and then squatted down in frustration, touching the leaves of the flowerpot regretfully.

It was obviously fine when it was brought back, why did it die as soon as it was raised?
Will it not be easy to die from the flower seeds?

Ye Xingyi guessed, and after reporting to the psychological counselor for the second time, he came to the flower shop alone, wanting to ask the owner for some flower seeds.

In the end, the shopkeeper said a little apologetically: "The potted flowers are only planted occasionally, and there are no flowers in the shop."

No way, Ye Xingyi had to turn around a few shops, but was told that there were no seeds of this kind of flower.It turns out that this flower is still so delicate and exotic.According to the owner, it was originally produced in country H, and it is more suitable for the climate there.

So in China, it is not easy to grow well.The survival rate is not high, because the flowers are small, so naturally there is not much demand.

However, after hearing Ye Xingyi's request, the shop owner promised to pay attention to the flowers.

When going back, Ye Xingyi was a little depressed, and suddenly remembered, isn't he going to compete in country H with Xiao Boting recently?
Wouldn't that just be able to get back some flower seeds, and the frustration immediately dissipated.

When I went to pick up Xiao Boting, I was stopped by the head teacher and gave a warm praise.

Ye Xingyi felt a little embarrassed, and there were many parents of students around, hesitating and refusing to leave, and they dared not speak up.

After all, Ye Xingyi's status is no longer ordinary.If you can get on with the conversation, it's already a gold medal.

But Ye Xingyi was not used to the mannerisms in the circle, so she was about to talk and went back. The class teacher finally told her that all the procedures were completed, and she could go abroad to compete the day after tomorrow. The original plan was to stay there for a week.

Of course, if Ye Xingyi had his own arrangements, the school would be able to cooperate.

Seeing the homeroom teacher rubbing his hands nervously and smiling very kindly, Ye Xingyi suddenly felt the pressure increase, and waved his hand quickly: "Then no need, I will do what other parents do, and I won't be special."

"Then how can I do it, Mr. Ye, you are different." The class teacher was ordered by the principal to treat Ye Xingyi mother and son well, and was worried that he couldn't find a way to solve it. Naturally, whatever Ye Xingyi said, she would flatter her .

"As long as it is proposed by you, our school will do it for you wholeheartedly." The homeroom teacher almost took Ye Xingyi's hand and spoke earnestly.

"Hehehe, no need." Ye Xingyi held her son's hand, the corner of her mouth almost froze when she smiled, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw several parents and fathers in suits and leather shoes approaching, she immediately pulled her son over, He said in a hurry, "Director Li, you really don't think about us in particular, just do what you want, I have something else to do, so I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and hurriedly opened the rear door, and sat in the co-pilot himself.