Glass man

It seemed that Shen Ziwei made all the decisions, but in fact every dish was chosen by Cheng Yuegu.In order to mobilize the dull atmosphere, she kept trying to talk to Shen Jiqing before all the dishes were served, and the latter was also very cooperative, and the atmosphere after the meal turned out to be very harmonious.

It's just that Cheng Jiang was thinking about things while eating.

He was thinking about when to talk to his mother about his willingness to give her his daughter, and how to explain it, because he must never mention his mental problems.He didn't dare to say it in front of Cynthia, and he didn't want to say it in front of Cheng Yuegu's husband, whom he almost didn't know at all, for inexplicable reasons.

He stayed until Cheng Yuegu went out to touch up her makeup after eating, and got up as calmly as possible, waiting for her in the corridor in front of the private room.

Cheng Yuegu walked back from the corner with a tired elegance, and stopped when she saw him.Cheng Jiang was standing only a few steps away from the corner, and the mother and son stood a short distance apart, but it didn't look obtrusive.

"Is there anything you want to say to me alone?"

The hallway was empty except for them, perfect for conversation.Cheng Jiang said:

"How long will you be in China this time?"

"Ten days, half a month? I'm not sure, it depends on the company's situation."

"Is this enough time for a two-year-old to apply for a US visa?"

"Not enough. The visa can be issued in a few days, but you need to make an appointment one month in advance." Cheng Yuegu watched him carefully after finishing speaking, "Have you figured it out?"

Cheng Jiang lowered his head, but his eyes slowly returned to the front, looking at a small light-colored dot on Cheng Yuegu's wrapped skirt.

"It's good if you figure it out." Cheng Yuegu said, "You are still young, don't be caught by your children. From now on, you have to have a long memory. Before doing things, you have to think carefully and be responsible. Do it if it’s novel and fun.”

"I do not have."

"Really?" Cheng Yue smiled, "That's fine. Do you want to go back to the private room with me? I'll call you later about the visa."

She passed Cheng Jiang in a few steps and was about to enter the private room.Cheng Jiang stood there at a loss, suddenly clenched his hands, and said behind her:

"Mom, I had a boyfriend a year after you left."

Cheng Yuegu really stopped.

"Oh?"

"He was my high school classmate, Little Chandler Schneiderly. I don't remember ever mentioning him to you. He later lived in the same rental house as me, and I don't remember exactly how it happened. But the two of us..." Cheng Jiang stumbled and said, "...it's okay."

Cheng Yuegu crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, his expression was a proper tease of his son's love history.

"But he is the same as you. He is the kind of person who has some ideals and pursuits. I am always afraid that he will leave me too. So I asked Cheng Yue wishfully. Her mother kept using other people's money for money." The sperm gave birth to a child. I thought he wouldn't leave like this. I thought that if I had a child, it would be... a family."

I don't know from which sentence, Cheng Yuegu's expression suddenly changed.

When her ten fingers painted with bright nail polish were tightly grasping each other, almost trembling slightly, Cheng Jiang had already reached the end of his passage:

"You're gone, you're gone so suddenly, Mom. I don't even know what to do. I want to start a family with him, raise the kids well, and... I don't know what happens next, but I do things When I knew what I was doing, it wasn't for fun. I didn't."

He squeezed out the words that almost used up all his courage, and dared not look up like a child who has done something wrong.After a while, Cheng Yuegu said:

"I see."

Cheng Jiang raised his head, unable to understand the strange look on Cheng Yuegu's face.She said without any ups and downs:

"My own parents got married with a child. They had a bad relationship and treated me badly. I broke up with my family when I was 17 and ran out to live with a man I just met. I got pregnant with him when I was 19, thinking he would Marry me. But in the end, I got on the boat to Lengwan in a daze, and gave birth to you alone in a rented house." She looked dazed in a rare way, "Then you...is this kind of thing also hereditary?"

Cheng Jiang said nothing, just lowered his eyes and looked at her slightly.Cheng Yuegu's mood quickly returned to normal, she showed a mocking smile, she didn't know who she was laughing at.

"What do you do? You don't know either."

The door to the van was suddenly opened wide, and the decorations inside were full of golden splendor.

Cheng Yuegu turned around lightly, raised her eyelids, and suddenly remembered a man named Jiang Haisheng in the same hall decades ago... He bought her her first pair of high heels, which were not high enough, but she Dressed like a pair of stilts.He laughed at her that she couldn't walk, but he helped her walk all the way from the bright restaurant back to his house very properly.

There were only the two of them that night, she drank wine, and something twinkled in the sky, like stars, and like many bright little moons.

She didn't remember what he did for a long time. She only knew that he was a businessman. He was not very successful, but he still had some money.No one agreed that the two of them were together, and she had no one to rely on, so everyone poked her spine and scolded her.Jiang Haisheng married once, but divorced long ago.What's so shameful about a single girl and a single man?

But she was only turning eighteen, but he was already thirty-six.

At the beginning, he took her in out of good intentions, gave her a place to live, and introduced her to work in his restaurant, everything was innocent.She liked him, he knew, but he said she was still a child, and he only agreed to have her when she was stalking her.At that time, she didn't think about anything, but just wanted to follow him wholeheartedly, because no one treated her like this.When she lay on his chest at night, her heart was full of tenderness. He turned over, pushed her on the bedside, and called her "my little girl".He gently kissed her face under the light of the moon, like a father's caress, which was what she yearned for the most.He said that it was impossible for his mother to let the two of them get married, but he would only have her in the future anyway, and he said she was his destiny.his life

She doesn't care.

She is young, beautiful, and has the capital of ignorance.She felt that it was none of her business that other people looked down on her. There were thousands of ways to start a family, and this piece of paper was not bad.She was going to conceive a child for him, something his ex-wife hadn't given him, but—but his mother was going to make him get married again.That old hag wasn't enough to confuse him at home, she had to make a special trip to find her where she lived, and called her "something that can't be on the table" and "a little bitch who sells her waist".He was caught between the two of them and wanted to rush back to protect her, but the frustrated old shrew was crying and wanting to jump off the building, but he had no choice but to follow her the other way around.

Jiang Haisheng had to send her away first, and wait for the woman to recover.

He flinched like this, again and again, but her belly was already growing.The fourth time he bought her a ticket to go to a hotel in a neighboring city to "shelter from the wind", it was also under a bright starry sky, and she stood by the side of the station with her waist supported, unable to walk against the wind.The wind almost tore off a layer of skin from her face, but she stood there unconsciously, with the blue sky in front of her eyes, and countless burning moons hanging in the sky.

Why are there so many moons?

She couldn't walk, she was standing on the side of the road, her face was covered with tears.This was her love, the only love she had ever had, and she didn't know what other loves were like.But what day is this?A 19-year-old girl, what did she do wrong to hide in hiding all day without a name?

Does he really love her?

Why does she think that "love" is such a precious and beautiful thing?

It took her two years to realize that she could not rely on him, let alone herself, but she would never go back to her original home.She went to the street in a trance, and there was a piece of paper floating in front of the sewer, she picked it up... That night she sold the ticket, scraped together some of her own money, boarded the plane, and boarded the boat.

So it was over between them.

Start again, she thought.

But how can it be so easy?Nothing is under her control, including the fact that she is finally a child named after him, and she will only run away.She fled to Cold Bay, dealt with many stupid men, fled back again, and caught a new man.Shen Ziwei is older than her, he was only 36 when she was eighteen decades ago.

She was exactly the same age as Jiang Haisheng, if she hadn't left, what would happen now?

She didn't give up at first.Jiang Haisheng was easy to find, she found his widow with almost no effort... 55 years old, still very young.The woman didn't know who she was at all, and only said that Jiang Haisheng had some mental problems in his early years, and his body was ruined.

crazy.died.

55 is old.

She should have long since lied to her.

She should have figured it out by now.

Or maybe she was with him for money.It was so then, and it is so now.Cheng Yuegu's eyelids, which were painted with exquisite eyeliner, lifted, the crystal lamp on the top flickered, the door of the box closed again, and her own door was behind.This man is not a good home, she can see him through, she must be very careful, otherwise he will kill her as easily as an ant.It's not that she hasn't heard the gossip, his previous wife died for no reason!Count the days, the poor woman was dead when she was hanging out with him.Is it painful?She heard that she went crazy within a few years of marrying Shen Ziwei.

Cheng Yuegu took another look at her own son, Jiang Haisheng's son, who was alone, and even now he didn't have a brother or sister.He looks like her, but behaves exactly like his biological father.She thought...but after more than ten years, another Jiang Haisheng...

She shuddered, lowered her eyes, opened the door and left.

Behind her, Cheng Jiang slowly squatted on the ground along the wall without saying a word.

The doors of all the private rooms on both sides of the corridor are tightly closed, and distant laughter and muffled music can be heard from it. Gradually, no door is open, leaving only the closed corridor.The hallway also resembled a hollow, closed room.

One drink and one peck, is it a pre-determination.

Nothing but a cycle of family tragedies passed down from generation to generation.

"...Luna?"

Diana held her breath.When she stopped herself from exhaling, the room suddenly fell silent, dead silent.She couldn't hold on any longer, and took a big breath, and the rough, ugly sound of life soon filled the small place again.She held her breath again, this time only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves outside the window.The younger sister didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, and her body didn't have any ups and downs.

She didn't catch up.She lingered on for more than ten years, and finally abandoned her last bit of pitiful dignity, and she had nothing left.Sister dead, young and beautiful sister... what would she have been like if she hadn't been a crazy sister?Luna, whose sister died, will undoubtedly gain the sympathy of the whole town. She doesn't have to leave her hometown. In addition, she is diligent, skillful, young and beautiful, so she doesn't have to worry about marrying a young man who knows everything about her.She is alone, she will not break with her husband's family because of helping her useless sister, and she can live smoothly.The younger sister could have lived smoothly, even... even if she would remember for the rest of her life that she forgot to close that door.

Diana sat dumbfounded.There was a layer of dust on the window pane, and when she looked at it, she could see her own shadow inside.Her hair had grown a lot, and it was messy and messy, revealing a disfigured, ugly face.She yelled, turned and ran out of the room.There are layers of footsteps behind her, someone is chasing her, chasing her.It's my sister, it's a crazy woman, it's herself.

run.run.run.

She wanted to run away from this place, to a place where no one knew her, and wait for a knife to go through her chest from behind.She opened her eyes wide, but what she saw was no longer a slum.She saw gravel paths, narrow and noisy blocks, the white steps of the hospital, the backing train.She stumbled into an unfamiliar street lined with small houses on both sides.She pushed hard one by one, and suddenly a door clanged open with a loud bang.

She was in a daze, wandering around in the closed room.The yellow-brown wallpaper surrounded her, she stopped and walked, and suddenly her five fingers grasped something cold.She lifted it up and looked: it was a knife.With a gasp in her throat, Diana turned her head suddenly, and saw a young woman standing at an open door, wearing a white embroidered dress, with panic in her big light-colored eyes.

kill her.Too late, kill her.

Can't let her live.

She saw the sound of breaking glass, footsteps in the dense forest, and shadowy reflections on the shore of the lake.The black branches stretched to the sky, the girl was screaming and crying, and her flesh and blood were cut open by the tip of the knife in her left hand.They wrestled and fell into the lake, where they separated again.She let go of her hand, and saw the skirt of the girl in a long skirt swaying into a flower, floating far away to the surface of the water while she was sinking endlessly into the bottom of the water, and the floating body just covered her, blocking it. her light.

Red filaments protruded from the girl's chest, stretching all the way down. She stretched out her hand and grabbed at random, and the red threads scattered, pushing her down silently.

Fortunately the lake is deep.

Finish

18/12/15, Cheng

The author has something to say: "...it was his love. It was the only love he ever had, and he didn't know what other loves were like." - NIGHT, 8

"...this is her love, the only love she's ever had, she doesn't know what other loves are like." - MOONSHINESRED, 63

Subsequent chapters will be described at a faster pace.

So we have to return to the rhythm of changing every day.

Thanks for your patience and reading, bow~

☆、chapter64

"You already told her?" Shen Jiqing asked while frantically stepping on the gas pedal.

He probably obtained his driver's license at the edge of the test, so the number of times he drove out by himself is very small.Although these few times were considered stable, the driver himself always looked like an enemy. He never spoke except when waiting for the traffic lights. It is said that he was afraid of driving on the sidewalk if he was distracted.

"I said it." Cheng Jiang replied, half of his voice entered the paper bag.He didn't deliberately blow into it, but just buried the lower half of his face inside, his voice muffled.

"What did she say?"

"She'll call me tonight."

The car had already driven a few meters, Shen Jiqing seemed to have been pressed the voice switch, completely silent.Although it was getting late, the streets were full of cars, they were stuck in traffic, and it took them an hour longer to get home than when they came.The driver is fully focused along the way, for fear of being rear-ended or being rear-ended.

Because they were delayed on the road for too long, they were still three blocks away from home when Cheng Yuegu called.

She has always acted swiftly and resolutely. As soon as the matter of Cynthia's arrival in the United States was finalized, she immediately registered for a face-to-face appointment. She also planned to take Cynthia out alone the next day, saying that she wanted to cultivate and cultivate her relationship in advance.Cheng Jiang listened silently to a series of children's attractions she listed, and then listened to her talk about the pros and cons of several kindergartens she had found before for a long time.

Cheng Yuegu finally said:

"You should also start to help her pack her things. You don't need toys or other things that take up space. I will buy new ones for her when I get there. You pack some clothes for her and put them in a small bag. She has a small bag Is it? If not, I will take her to the mall tomorrow to pick one. I will come back early to take her there for the visa interview. I know how to go through the procedure, and I can definitely pass it. After I get the visa, I will take her away directly. Over there Get used to it, just in time for Molly and Lee to start school in February. Did you hear that?"

When she got here, they had already got out of the car.

Cynthia ate a small bowl of squirrel fish in addition to eating the food she brought. At this time, her belly was round, and she didn't want to leave after only a few steps.Shen Jiqing argued with her for a few words, and finally carried her all the way home from the parking lot, and allowed her to try to open the door by herself when she reached the door.

Cheng Jiang walked last, closed the door, and squatted at the entrance from time to time to help Cynthia who wanted to take off her coat.

They stayed in the hotel until 07:30 in the evening, so she quickly washed up shortly after arriving home, and soon lay down on the small bed that has been moved to the bedroom on the first floor, tucked in the quilt, and put a doll next to it, which is lop ear Rabbit, because the teddy bear didn't know where to put it.Cheng Jiang read her a bedtime story as usual, and seeing that she was still not sleepy after the end, he said by the way:

"Tomorrow your grandma will come to pick you up to play, maybe to the Blue Park. Don't you always want to go there to play? Go to bed early, or you won't be energetic tomorrow."

Cynthia snorted, lifted the toy bunny on her right hand, and started pulling its ears up and down.Rabbits have tiny amounts of stuffing in their ears, which hop and hop when poked, which is always intriguing to her.

"When you go out with grandma, you have to listen to her, okay? She is different from us, she may not be able to hug you, and you have to be considerate of her."

Cynthia was still playing with the rabbit's ears, and asked childishly:

"Aren't you coming?"

"It won't work this time. Grandma wants to have a good exchange of feelings with you. She is a very... nice person, and you will be very happy with her."

"Okay." Cynthia was very reasonable, although she still pouted, she didn't express any objection.Cheng Jiang thought about the visa again, and felt that she should know some relevant information in advance, so he added:

"And in a short time, you're going to live with your grandma for a while. She lives in Houston, America. Do you know America? It's a beautiful country, and you'll live in a big house with squirrel."

"Is it bigger than our house?"

"Much bigger."

Cynthia's mood improved significantly.

"Then I want to show Xiangxiang the little squirrel." She announced.

"Xiangxiang can't go to America, dear. But if you miss her, you can send her a postcard."

Cynthia looked at him suspiciously.

"Is America far away?"

"It's far away." Cheng Jiang paused, and added:

"But we'll call you every day. Okay?"

Cynthia suddenly stopped playing with her rabbit ears.

"Aren't you going?" she asked.

Cheng Jiang didn't know how to answer her.He felt flustered at this moment, regretting telling her the truth in this way, and suffering from the fact that she would indeed be sent away soon.He watched his daughter put the rabbit down, revealing those round blue eyes full of fear and condemnation.

Cynthia asked in a low voice, "Don't you want me?"

Cheng Jiang was looking at an orange-pink webpage on the computer. On the homepage, there were round, cohesive English letters, and a photo below.The main body of the photo is a log shelf with a few potted plants on it, and a colorful tray with a small picture album underneath.Next to the photo was a string of small icons in the shape of a cloud with an index of detailed information, but he didn't click on any of them.He had been staring absently at the photo on the official website since he came out of Cynthia's room.

"what is this?"

"Molly&LeeMontessorischool." Cheng Jiang read a string of English, "The school my mother found for Cheng Yue. You see, they have a large hillside, and they take the students for mini-hikes every day. I have never hiked in my age. .”

"Me neither." Shen Jiqing turned his computer screen in his direction, "Next time we have a chance, we can find a place to go together."

Cheng Jiang smiled, noncommittal.

They studied the kindergarten's rainbow lights and lunch system for a while, and Cheng Jiang murmured again:

"I don't know if what I did is right. Should I tell her? Even if she doesn't know today, she will know when she leaves? I shouldn't avoid this kind of thing. I have done it too many times. Maybe She's still crying today, but tomorrow she won't remember why. She's only two years old, and children at this age are always very forgetful, so they can easily adapt to anything. Don't you think?"

He spoke suddenly, Shen Jiqing reacted for a while before realizing what he was referring to.

"You have decided, do you have to send her away?"

Cheng Jiang stared at the screen and hummed absently.

"Is that the only reason? Are you afraid that you will become...?"

This time Cheng Jiang answered uncertainly after a few seconds:

"Yes."

"But you won't. You see you've been fine all day today, haven't you?"

"That's different."

"What's the difference?"

silence.

"If you can be fine today, you'll be fine tomorrow. Tomorrow tomorrow, and another day, and another day—you'll be totally fine. You don't want the worst. Cynthia can I slept until dawn, and you are actually a little better every day during this period of time than the day before, I counted. You have to understand that this is not your fault, you have to give yourself a little psychological hint, saying that you believe you will be fine ,do you know?"

Cheng Jiang spoke abruptly and answered his last question.

"It's because my mother is back."

"your mom?"

"Yeah. I saw it when they were ordering, I saw her sitting there, I always see her. But I thought, it's not real. I don't think it's now, it's not here, because Mom is really there Here. I must never let her know."

"Why can't she know? In your heart, what does she represent?"

Cheng Jiang's eyes were out of focus, and his whole body suddenly trembled.Uncharacteristically, Shen Jiqing grabbed his shoulder aggressively and shouted in his ear:

"What is she? Cheng Jiang, what does your mother represent to you?"

Cheng Jiang murmured a vague phrase palely.Shen Jiqing's voice lowered, guiding him gently and patiently:

"Say it again, tell me."

"...I want to listen to her, because she is always right." Cheng Jiang's tone has faintly discouraged, "That's why we must never let her know. Do you understand? If she knows, if she knows Say I'm a... lunatic, and suddenly everything becomes a fact. I have no hope of getting better."

"Then is she really always right?"

Cheng Jiang's mouth had faintly shown "yes", but he suddenly seemed to think of something, so he closed his mouth again without expressing any attitude.

He adjusted quickly this time, Shen Jiqing watched his expression return to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye, then lowered his eyes, and reached out to close the computer screen.

No one spoke, and no one seemed to expect Cheng Jiang to speak, so he stood up from the sofa with his computer in his arms, and walked slowly towards the stairs.When he went up two steps, he suddenly turned around:

"I know...you don't want me to regret it. But it's over, I have to..."

Shen Jiqing was silent.Cheng Jiang also said:

"I'll think about it tonight."

He waited, but Shen Jiqing didn't respond abnormally, just sat there with her lips pursed and looked at him.Perhaps because of the light, he looked a little melancholy.At this time, he had stood still for more than ten seconds, so he finally said to Shen Jiqing:

"Good night. Sleep well, too."

Shen Jiqing didn't move.

This time, he couldn't understand his expression.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your patience and reading, bow~

☆、chapter65

Cynthia died on the night of her 16th birthday.

He didn't know, and thought her birthday was the day before.

In his memory, every day is exactly the same gloom, he can only vaguely see the shadows of the shaking trees and the shadow cast by himself.The weather has cooled down because it rained the day before.It's raining every day these days.

He tucked his fingers into the pockets of his donation coat coldly, and took them out only when he got close to a street lamp, each of which trembled and pressed straight against the light pole.It was because of his job at that time...he couldn't remember what it was.

He thought it was her birthday.

She was already home from school when he came home.Standing on the stairs, it seemed that he was about to go downstairs, but when he saw him, he stopped, just at the junction of light and darkness.The shadow climbed up from the sides of her cheeks, reflecting her sunken eye sockets into two pools of dead black water.

She was wearing a cheap yellow T-shirt with colorful flowers, shorts, and bare feet.

Cynthia likes to silently watch things around her.She was still standing there when he entered the living room, motionless, followed only by a pair of eyes in invisible sockets, but he thought so only by feeling.He walked down the stairs, and suddenly found that she had grown taller again, her trousers were so short that they were mostly covered by a long T-shirt.

He thought it was her birthday.

He said he took her out to dinner.

Without saying a word, Cynthia quickly changed into what she was wearing outside, which was her school uniform.It began to rain outside again, dripping continuously.The rain was very small and dense, and it could be blown up by the wind. They were holding an umbrella, but the rain was slapped on their faces, so they could only wipe it carelessly.Two beams of lights came from a distance from the street, but they disappeared after turning a corner.They stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant.

He ordered two dishes, but he couldn't remember what they were.He also couldn't remember what he said, as if he wished her a happy birthday dryly.She said so little, he should have found out earlier.She didn't say a word that whole meal, she just kept her head down.He heard her sniffling, and he wondered if she was crying.

He didn't know why she was crying.He didn't ask.

When going out, a car was speeding past the door, and he pulled her to the side of the road, telling her to be careful of the car.She was already taller than him.He touched her hair inadvertently, felt greasy on it, and asked her if she had run out of shampoo.She said no, father.Never buy a new shampoo again.

Those were the last words she said that night.

The next night, perhaps at a similar time, she asked him if he could help her.He asked for help, but she didn't answer.Then she walked slowly, slowly back into the room and closed the door.

Cynthia?

He turned the lock slowly.

The door was closed so loosely, so loosely, that he opened it with a light touch.The moonlight slanted across the room, illuminating her face.He walked forward step by step and knelt down by her bed.The girl was fast asleep, her face was brightly lit by the moonlight, and her hair was loosely covered.I don't know what I dreamed of, and there is a small smile on the corner of my mouth.

How long has she not smiled?Cynthia seemed to be one of those gloomy, silent children who couldn't cry or laugh.She just looks at you, silent.

She sees it all.

do you know i love you

moon.

He gave her the moon that Cheng Yue gave him.

It was too late for him to know what it was.My whole life in Lengwan is like a deep dream when I get motion sickness.Sometimes he just desperately hopes that he can be like Cheng Yuegu, like Cheng Yuegu in every way.

Cheng Yuegu knew what to do, and Cheng Yuegu would never fall to his level.

But if he was really like her, as long as he was a little bit like her, she would not leave him in this way.Not tearing him bloody like a leech from the skin, an ugly scab on the verge of falling off.

If he was like her, she would definitely take him away.

Cheng Jiang walked to the bedside.He had his hands on the bed rail.He looks down.

Such a small, such a small child... His daughter, the most expensive thing he has ever bought.She used up everything that Cheng Yuegu had left for him, and bit by bit ate away at his already meager savings.She was Evelyn's trick for a living, a bastard, a lie.She is his burden.What would his life have been like without her, if Cynthia had never existed?But he had a chance.In Cold Bay, it was not illegal to place a child under the age of three in government custody, but he hadn't.He holds her, she sleeps in a cardboard box with clothes and her name inside, and he walks the street.No one knew what he was holding, no one could blame him, but he brought her back every time.

Because he needs her.

Cynthia, she was the reason.He ceased to exist when she died, for she had never been a burden to him.She is a coat, a mask, a prosthesis.It is she who sustains the illusion, she who makes him barely count as a "person."

Cheng Jiang felt that the rain was coming again that night, and he threw handfuls of rain on his face, but he didn't have an umbrella.The umbrella is in the living room by the entrance.He gasped for breath, the rain poured into his mouth, and he swallowed.

Rainwater is salty and bitter.

Moonlight quietly stopped in the house, crawled forward along the floor little by little, and crawled to Cheng Jiang's feet.The light-colored ones, lurking ones, are waiting for him.

Mother?

moon.give me the moon.

His hand scratched the window railing of the child's bed a few times, and finally touched something cool and soft.Not the moon, cold as water in a fountain.The other hand was also in the water, and he lay back slowly, feeling the softness of the fountain's shape.Guided by the water, he found a place to hold on to, and held it tightly, for fear of being washed away again.

"Shh," said someone, "it's all right, all right. Shall I take you upstairs?"

Rainwater trickled down his eyes.

He raised his head, his eyes were blinded by the rain, and he just kept blinking.The water lifted him up and floated in mid-air.Cynthia's moonlit bed was gone, and as the sky darkened, he lay in the water, turned his face on his side again, and buried himself in the darkness.His eyes were pressed against the chest of Shen Jiqing's pajamas, and there was no sound when he cried or laughed.

Ask the moon what, mother?

It was you who didn't want me first.

moon.moon.moon.

Moonlight receded completely.He floated in the water, but did not sink.No coercion, no manipulation, no accusations, Shui Liu forgave him.The furnishings in the living room floated around him at odd angles, up and up, and his hands were outstretched, palms resting on the soft ground.At some point he returned to his bed, the door was ajar, as if no one had gone out, let alone entered.

He pressed his hand to the cold wall.The night outside the window was silent, and there was no moonlight.

The next morning, Cynthia was fine and seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness that had happened the night before.It wasn't until Cheng Jiang sent her to the door that she hesitated and asked:

"Grandma isn't coming?"

Cheng Jiang knelt down and reached out to rub her hair.Cynthia didn't have her hair braided today, and her hair was covered, so she wasn't afraid of being messed up, and she could restore it to its original shape with a flick.

"Daddy and grandma have something to talk about today, let uncle take you out to play instead." He tidied her scarf again, "Happy? Of course, you have to be obedient outside, ah."

Cynthia felt that the crisis was completely over, and left happily.Cheng Jiang looked out the window of the living room and saw that they, one big and one young, didn't go in the direction of the garage, but went straight out.Cynthia was hopping in front of her in a bloated down jacket, like a small ball; while Shen Jiqing was tall, so although she was also dressed bulgingly, it was far from her effect, at best she was just a walking tall oval.When Cheng Jiang looked at them, he felt that this scene was a bit like a scene in a children's cartoon.

Then he went back to the living room and waited for Cheng Yue to come.

Cheng Yuegu arrived around ten o'clock.She drove here by herself, a black stylish car, parked at the door of Shen Jiqing's house. A minute later there was a knock on the door, and Cheng Jiang opened it to let her in first.

"Shall I pour you some tea?