The Shura Field of the Big Brothers

"Wait! I'll take a note on my phone, and speak slowly."

"Well, there must be a kitchen, a living room, and a sunny balcony, and the room must have a bathroom, um... You can also have a baby's room, and put toys or something in it in the future. The important thing is not to get wet..."

It would be troublesome for Cui Minhao to write down all the things she explained, let alone find a house that meets these "simple" conditions.

But for her happiness, there was no other way, Cui could only forcefully smile and nod happily.

"By the way, Xiyun, why did you suddenly remember what Xiaobao's name is? Have you thought about it a long time ago, is there any meaning in taking this name? Or—"

Han Xiyun was stunned for half a second, and responded directly: "Just now, I just thought of it, he was born in Xia Tian, ​​so he was named Xia."

"That's right, that's right, it's easy to remember and easy to call. The name Xia is very good. Then... when do you want to apply for a household registration?"

Cui Minhao stood aside and kept trying to strike up a conversation, but he didn't know where his thoughts were drifting away.

Seeing the little guy sleeping peacefully in her arms, Han Xiyun's heart was quite complicated: Baby, you are a gift from Xia Tian to mother, and mother hopes that you can be like Xia Tian.

The same cheerful and enthusiastic, not as cold as your father.

In fact, she had thought of this name long ago, and usually had nothing to do, so she could only think about it.

Thinking of the few days with Chu Jiangli, even though it was only a few days, it was like a dream in her heart.

When they met for the first time, they fell in love with each other. In a hurry, they became each other's people. By chance, they had this cute baby in front of them...

All of this, if it weren't for the plot of the novel and TV series, it really wouldn't make sense.

"Hehe! What do we look like? If you like me too, our story can catch up with "Dream of Red Mansions"!"

"Ah? What "Dream of Red Mansions"?"

Cui, who had been waiting for a long time, foolishly thought that she was answering herself, but what does the child's household registration have to do with "Dream of Red Mansions"?
"Xiyun? What are you thinking, Xiyun?"

At this time, Han Xiyun was already in tears, but her head was lowered so that she was not noticed.

Hearing Cui Minhao calling her, she hastily moved her body away from him, and took the opportunity of putting the child on the bed to quickly wipe away her tears.

"It's nothing, it's just that I got stuck writing a novel just now. At this time, I think that I have the inspiration for the plot in "Dream of Red Mansions". You can go out first. I need to code words, so don't stay here."

Hearing that her voice was a little low and hoarse, Cui Minhao always felt strange in his heart, but he couldn't tell why it was so strange.

"Then...then I'll go out first?"

"Ah."

"Then call me if you want anything later, I'll be at the door."

"Ah."

"Okay, I'll go out first, remember to rest!"

"Ah."

This response... feels weird too.

Cui Minhao frowned tightly, unwilling to take his gaze away, he slowly exited the room and then gently closed the door, and then leaned directly on the door.

He lay there very carefully and eavesdropped on the movement inside. He always felt that there was something wrong with the people inside, but he didn't hear anything.

In the room, knowing that Cui Minhao had gone out, Han Xiyun raised her hands to tightly cover her mouth, and began to choke up softly.

She didn't want anyone to hear her cry, including the sleeping little guy in front of her.

When watching "Dream of Red Mansions" before, she cried very sadly like this. She secretly hid in the room and cried while watching, fearing that her father or Aunt Liu would find out and laugh at her.

By chance, she heard a song about "Dream of Red Mansions" "Wang Ning Mei" on TV, and she shed tears when she tasted the lyrics carefully.

"If there is no romance, I will meet him again in this life;
If there is a romance, how can one's mind become frustrated?
……

I think how many teardrops there can be in my eyes,

How can we prevent the flow of autumn to the end of winter and the flow of spring to summer! "

Thinking of this, she hummed this song silently in her heart, and the tears were even more sporadic, gushing out like a steady stream of spring water.

This song was composed by Cao Xueqin in the Qing Dynasty. The tune is sad and sad, and it expresses the aggrievedness and pain of lovers who cannot get married in the world.

Now, it has become her voice!
Supporting the bed with one hand and lying down slowly, she shrunk herself into a ball, clenched her teeth and sobbed endlessly, even though the tears flowed to her mouth, she swallowed silently...

After an unknown amount of time, Aunt Liu and Cui Minhao's voice was vaguely heard outside the door. It became more and more indistinct, and finally the voice was so small that there was no sound at all.

"Xiyun? Xiyun? Are you okay, Xiyun?"

Cui Minhao quietly opened the door and yelled in a low voice, then poked his head in.

Behind, Han Xinli directly pushed him into the door, followed by himself, and almost made him fall into a shit!
Seeing his daughter sleeping peacefully on the bed, Han Xinli breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I just said she will be fine. My daughter is not as fragile as you said!"

Immediately afterwards, Aunt Liu also walked into the room gently, looked at the mother and child on the bed, and hurried over to help them cover the quilt.

Seeing Han Xiyun's messy hair covering her face, Aunt Liu shook her head and gently pushed her away, but suddenly paused her hand: Why is it wet?
Aunt Liu's eyes widened in fright, she held her breath and quietly backed away, then hastily pulled Han Xinli and Cui Minhao out of the house, and gently closed the door.

When she got outside the room, she stared at her big eyes and said anxiously: "Miss just cried!"

"Cry?"

Han Xinli and Cui Minhao spoke in unison.

"Even my hair and pillow are wet from crying, Mr. Han, I feel that Miss's condition is really bad. Don't people say that pregnant women are prone to postpartum depression after giving birth?"

"Postpartum depression? Why?"

Cui Minhao panicked. He looked at Aunt Liu and then at Han Xinli, "What should I do? Depression doesn't mean that it will... what will it be?"

"Humph!"

Han Xin immediately lowered his face: "Stinky boy! How dare you curse my daughter in front of me?"

"No, no, you know what I'm talking about, why can't you focus on the key points, is it my curse now? Uncle, how is Xi Yun doing recently?"

Aunt Liu on the side was also very panicked, and immediately pulled Cui Minhao's arm: "Young Master Cui, in fact, Miss Cui is not doing well these days, she has been secretly hiding in the room crying, her eyes are swollen - she comes out with a playful smile .”

Hearing this, Han Xinli's eyes almost popped out: "What are you talking about? Why don't I know these things?"

"Miss, don't let us know! I'm also afraid of scaring her, so I can only accompany her secretly."

"Bastard! I'm her father! What's the problem that I don't know? You are an old man in this family, why are you so incapable of doing things!"

Seeing Han Xinli getting angry, Aunt Liu trembled with fright, "Mr. Han, listen to me, I really just want to respect Miss. She won't let us know, so what if we do?"

"***! I think you think you are too comfortable staying here!"

Han Xinli couldn't help but swear, once his temper came up, it would be impossible not to get angry at him.

Seeing this situation, Cui Minhao directly pulled Aunt Liu behind him and looked directly at Han Xinli, "Uncle! The most urgent thing now is not to quarrel, Xiyun! What should Xiyun do?"

"Xi...yes, if you really get that damn disease...peh peh, crow's mouth, I believe my daughter..."

"Uncle, didn't you say you believed her just now, but the question is whether you believe her or not now! Then, I will immediately contact a famous psychiatrist in China!"

"Cui Minhao, is this okay? Miss, she—"

"It doesn't matter, just ask the doctor first."

He reacted quickly, and immediately took out his mobile phone and didn't know who to call, but Han Xinli saw him like this, not to be outdone, he also took out his mobile phone and went to the study.

"Ouch! What's the matter! Miss, don't blame Aunt Liu for talking too much, after all, your health is more important than anything else..."

Aunt Liu was full of anxious thoughts, thinking that she would do something, but she didn't know what to do, so she quietly opened the door and went in...

In the study, Han Xinli was calling his most trusted psychiatrist.

If he really got that damn disease, he would be really scared!

I remember that Han Xiyun's mother passed away because of this, he really couldn't bear to be separated again, to say goodbye so heartbreakingly again!

"Hey, hey, Lao Li, it's me, Han Xinli. I don't have time to chat with you now. I have something to ask you. Do you think my wife's disease will be inherited?"

Maybe he heard something bad, he was so frightened that he couldn't even stand up, and he fell down on the desk with panic all over his face.

"Lao Li, Lao Li, you are like this. Listen carefully. Now it is like this. My daughter Xiyun just gave birth. The nanny said that she often cried secretly by herself, but I don't know about it..."

For a moment, he seemed to have aged a lot. He turned his back and held the phone tremblingly with one hand, while stroking his hair with the other, "Well, well, I see, okay, let's do this first, okay."

As soon as he hung up the phone, he gasped and felt his whole body trembling.

Yes, he really panicked!

He no longer dared to say anything to believe his daughter's words!

Back then, holding his young daughter who kept crying, he witnessed the cremation of his beloved woman.

The raging fire was so heartless, it turned the child's mother into a pile of ashes...

Since then, the child has been crying to find his mother every day, but he can only immerse himself in his work, paralyzing himself with heavy work.

If it is true this time, what should he do?
He is already very old, and his newborn grandson still needs his mother so much, what should he do?
"Hehehe...Xi Yun——Papa's precious daughter——what should Daddy do—"

He couldn't help choking up, his whole body was twitching, and he clenched his fists and kept beating the table.

At this time, outside the study, the Cui Shi who was still blaming him for not drawing the key points just stood there blankly: it turns out that Uncle Han was just pretending to be strong...