Break the ring for her!Paranoid Mr. Huo after marriage, he pinches his waist and pets him

Dickinson has a poem called "The Anemone".

The first sentence is, please allow me to be your summer.

Yu Zhaozhao used to like to read very much, pointing to the translation on the page, smiling very brightly.

"Little painter, look, we met in summer, and my birthday is also in summer."

"So, I am your summer!"

Jian Feng fell in love with this poem because of Yu Zhaozhao.

After rubbing it too many times, the pages of the time collection are a little curled up, and they are quietly placed at hand.

Today is Yu Zhaozhao's birthday, and all the juniors in the family have returned, Jian Feng felt a little sleepy after eating the cake, so Tang Suiwan helped him back to his room to rest.

Sitting on the bed, Jian Feng asked her, "Is Chichi also in love?"

Tang Suiwan's brows were full, and those peach blossom eyes were as beautiful as before.

"Yes, it's his teacher's daughter, a very delicate girl."

Jian Feng nodded, "Okay, okay."

Looking at those peach blossom eyes that resembled Yu Zhaozhao, he suddenly felt a little tired.

Lie down slowly, with a soft voice.

"Night, I'll sleep for a while."

With his fingertips still resting on the page, he closed his eyes in a trance, as if he had returned to that quiet studio.

The sun was shining slightly, shining on Yu Zhaozhao's face, so bright——

……

"--junior Painter?"

"Seal?"

"Jane Feng!"

Jian Feng was startled suddenly, his eyes were still a little dazed, and he met the girl's twinkling peach blossom eyes.

She smiled and called his name, "Jian Feng, you were a thief last night, why did you sleep so deeply in broad daylight?"

"I, I seem to have had a very long dream."

Jian Feng replied in a daze, he looked at the approaching face, raised his hand suddenly, fingertips trembling, to touch the warm and delicate skin.

As if tentatively confirming, "Zhao Zhao...?"

Yu Zhaozhao held his hand, frowned slightly, and looked a little serious, "Are you a ghost? Why is your face so pale? It's weird."

may be.

He felt that he had had a long, long dream, a nightmare, and it was terrible.

I can't remember many things clearly, but I only remember that he lost Zhao Zhao and their child.

All the pain was so real that it was terrifying, as if he had really experienced it all.

Fortunately.

Zhao Zhao's hand was warm, and she just appeared in front of him so nimbly.

— not reality.

"Zhao Zhao, I..." Jian Feng was full of joy and excitement, and wanted to say a lot, and wanted to tell her about this terrible dream.

Clap.

The teacher on the podium endured and endured, finally couldn't hold back, dropped the book, and scolded, "Jian Feng, Yu Zhaozhao, you two dare to talk about love during class time? Get out of here and stand in the corridor!"

Jian Feng was stunned.

Subconsciously looked up, only to find that the students in the entire classroom were looking at them with gossiping smiles on their faces.

Yu Zhaozhao smiled apologetically, pulled Jian Feng to stand up and walked out.

At the same time, he still did not forget to apologize, "Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry! We're going to stand here, calm down, don't be angry for us!"

The ending sound rises briskly, full of liveliness.

In the corridor, Yu Zhaozhao bumped into Jian Feng's shoulder, "What dream did you say?"

Jian Feng stared fixedly at her smiling face, and after a few seconds, shook his head and said, "Anyway, it's a terrible nightmare."

Yu Zhaozhao patted him, smiling brightly, "It's okay, dreams are always reversed!"

Yes, dreams are reversed.

How could he miss Zhao Zhao?

……

They go to school, take exams, and have holidays step by step.

After going through college, I got a marriage certificate and had a wedding.

She also gave birth to a daughter named Jian Wanning.

The dreams he had when he was young have disappeared without a trace, except that he occasionally dreams back at midnight, as if there is always a deep regret lingering in his heart, which makes him hug Yu Zhaozhao tightly, feeling flustered.

Until this day, as he did before, he sought help from friends for Jane's family's plight.

Ning Ning cried fiercely, making it extremely difficult for him to walk every step, but he had to harden his heart, turn around and leave.

……

Yu Zhaozhao hugged Xiao Wanning and coaxed her, singing a nursery rhyme to her with a clear and gentle tone.

Occasionally look out the window.

The sun is just right.

Wan Ning was extremely sensitive today, sobbing and choking for a long time before falling asleep, her eye sockets were still wet and red.

Let Yu Zhaozhao purse his lips and chuckle, took out a piece of paper, and gently wiped away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes.

Xiao Wanning was accompanied by a special nanny, and Yu Zhaozhao nodded to the nanny with a warm smile, "Look, if Ningning wakes up and still cries, call me."

The nanny nodded.

Yu Zhaozhao walked out of his daughter's room and returned to the bedroom.

The screen of the mobile phone on the dressing table turned on, and Yu Zhaozhao glanced down.

Move your fingertips.

Screen locked.

……

When Jian Feng woke up in the back seat of the car, his clothes were almost soaked in cold sweat.

The throat was dry, and the voice that came out was low and inaudible.

"go back."

The driver didn't hear clearly, so he subconsciously let out a cry.

"I said, go back, go back now." Jian Feng maintained his composure, "Go back as fast as possible."

He remembered it all.

The soul carrying too many memories poured into the young body and was imprisoned unconsciously by the brain.

until today.

It was a day that made him sleepless and regretted countless times.

Instinct broke through the defense line, and all the memories came back.

In the traffic flow, the car turned around and drove back in the direction of Jane's house.

The driver looked through the rearview mirror of the car, and was a little worried, "Second Young Master, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell, or I'll call the doctor and wait for you at the door in advance."

--Telephone.

Yes, phone.

Jian Feng quickly grabbed the mobile phone from his pocket, his fingertips were trembling violently, he took a breath before broadcasting the number at the top of the address book.

The brisk pure music, every sound seemed to be stepping on his heart, making him tense to the extreme.

When it was finally connected with a beep, the girl's bright and playful voice came.

"Seal?"

For a moment, Jian Feng's eyes were red.