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Yan Muqi took Wen Jingcheng to the south, and the small town in the south of the Yangtze River hadn't blown a strong wind like the north.It seems that it is still the golden autumn season in the south, and there is a faint fragrance of rice brought by the breeze.

"I didn't expect that Yangzhou has not yet entered winter, and Beijing has already put on a big coat." Wen Jingcheng unzipped the down jacket to reveal the knitted sweater and slightly curved belly, "If I knew it, I wouldn't bring so many thick clothes coming."

Yan Muqi laughed and said: "It's already November, and the weather in the south has always been changeable. What are you complaining about? Maybe it will cool down tomorrow." Yan Muqi stretched out his hand to remove the clothes scattered on Wen Jingcheng's body She squeezed her inward: "There is always nothing wrong with bringing more thick clothes. You have been catching colds recently, so don't lose your clothes just because you are going south."

Wen Jingcheng was stunned by Yan Muqi's tenderness, it was not deliberately pretended to be shown to others, but a sincere expression of concern and tenderness.As soon as Yan Muqi raised his head, he saw Wen Jingcheng looking down at his hands on his clothes in a daze, thinking that this person became more and more cute after pregnancy, and he would go into a daze from time to time.

He stretched out his hand and pinched Wen Jingcheng's nose: "Just give you a moment to pull your clothes, and you can be in a daze. What have you been thinking about all day long, you little brain?"

"Miss you." As soon as Yan Muqi asked Wen Jingcheng, he answered naturally, and then realized what he had said, and looked away awkwardly.

Yan Muqi didn't expect Wen Jingcheng's answer to be like this, and he felt as happy as a flower blooming in his heart: "You really miss me?"

Facing Yan Muqi's face full of smiles, Wen Jingcheng didn't evade any more: "Well, I was thinking about you, wondering if your kindness to me now is real." Wen Jingcheng was really a little scared, he was always a little distracted Ning, it may be the sequelae caused by the previous child, or it may be that ridiculous intuition.He always wanted to confirm with Yan Muqi, and he could only rest assured after getting an answer from him.

Yan Muqi looked straight into Wen Jingcheng's eyes, there was love in it but also a trace of defense, which made his heart tighten: "Of course it's true, I'm right in front of you, you can touch and hug. Wen Jingcheng, I believe I will treat you well, and treat you and the child well." Yan Muqi didn't know what to say to make Wen Jingcheng really feel at ease, so he could only hold him tightly in his arms and use the strength of his hands express their thoughts.

"Well...I believe in you." Wen Jingcheng just wanted an answer, at least for now, he could feel at ease.

The hotel chosen by the two is next to a river, and when you open the window, you can see the boats on the river and the people by the river.At night, the sound of people is completely silent, and occasionally people can hear the sound of footsteps walking on the bluestone slabs.

Wen Jingcheng loves everything here, the climate, nostalgia, environment, and the world of two with Yan Muqi.My mood improved in an instant, and even my thoughts on writing became clear.

Just when Wen Jingcheng wanted to open the window a little more after taking a nap, Yan Muqi asked the question he had always wanted to know the answer to.

"Are you... claustrophobic?"

Wen Jingcheng's hand, which was pushing the window, froze in place. From Yan Muqi's perspective, Wen Jingcheng's hand could be seen trembling slightly.

"It's okay, I just asked casually..."

"When I was a child..."

The two spoke almost at the same time. Wen Jingcheng looked at the lush trees outside the window and took a deep breath: "I should tell you, this matter is not a secret."

Wen Jingcheng pulled Yan Muqi to lean on each other's shoulders and sat on the hanging chair by the window. The two of them were very close, almost squeezed together, which made Wen Jingcheng feel a little more at ease.

No matter how long it has been, Wen Jingcheng will be terrified when thinking of this incident.

"My mother and my father divorced when I was 10 years old. My mother thought that my father was cheating, and her mental condition became very unstable. My father rarely came back to see me, so my mother locked me in In the basement, there are no windows, no sunlight, and no fresh air." Wen Jingcheng wrapped his arms around his arms: "She only brings me three meals a day, and she doesn't talk to me when delivering the meals. If you can’t let my dad go home, you don’t want to see me.”

Wen Jingcheng didn't know where to look, and his eyes never moved away.

"Sometimes she is very irritable, she forgets to bring me food, and sometimes she hits me. Her voice is beautiful, and she loves to sing me lullabies since I was a child. When I was a child, I always fell asleep with her lullaby. However, the words that come out of her mouth afterwards are sometimes very vicious, which makes me afraid to connect her with her previous appearance. She imprisoned me for a whole year, and then my dad came back suddenly when he wanted to immigrate abroad I found me in the basement when I found out that I was not there. I was about to starve to death at that time, and I don’t know what kept me alive. Maybe it was because I wanted to see the sun and see the outside world. Later, my dad He took me away and took me abroad to live with him. I finally found out that the news of my mother was her death. I didn’t go to see her for the last time, because the impression of her in my mind during the last period made me I don't want to see her."

Wen Jingcheng felt a lot relieved when he said all these things. He had never said these things to anyone. He kept them in the deepest place in his heart, and he didn't even dare to look them up.It was not so difficult to say it today, but it made him feel a lot better. At least someone can share his pain.

Yan Muqi didn't make a sound, but just brought him into his arms and hugged him tightly.He never thought that Wen Jingcheng's childhood would be like this. He was thanking God for letting his Wen Jingcheng grow up safely, making him still cheerful and gentle.

"But, Yan Muqi, I just realized that I actually can't let go of her. Even if she treats me like that in the end, I will still dream of her who sang me a lullaby." Sometimes memories are so stubborn that you don't want to be forgotten , He just stays quietly somewhere in your mind, and then pops out unexpectedly to catch you off guard.

"I'll be with you, everything will be fine." Yan Muqi doesn't know how to comfort others, and all he has to say is that I will be with you.But these words are enough for Wen Jingcheng, enough to make him feel at ease.

In the end, neither of them spoke, they just leaned together and looked at the tree outside the window, listened to the scattered birdsong outside the window, and felt each other's heartbeat.

Yan Muqi still didn't think of what happened before the two of them, maybe for him it was just a small episode in his long life.For the crisis, that encounter was the pillar that supported him through that period of unbearable years.