Stranger Bixiao

Li Jing couldn't understand why she hadn't seen her child for more than a year. Is there any mother in the world who would be as pathetic as her?She was pregnant in October, connected by her own blood, a piece of flesh that forcibly fell from her body, she blocked the river several times, but was always avoided by him, his eyes were very indifferent, as if he had never known her, looking at her She will never give her a second glance. She once begged hard to let her see her child, but she never got what she wanted. Her marriage with Jiang He was in name only. She only realized now that Jiang He never had love. Over her, from beginning to end, not even a little bit.

Until one day she bribed a few servants in the house and slipped in quietly. She hid behind the curtains and looked at the toddler, who was playing with building blocks with his back to her. Seeing that he was dressed like a boy, She asked the servant's son's name, Jiang Yixiao, Yixiao, her son's name sounds really nice.

Although the servant repeatedly told her not to go closer to see it, she couldn't help it. She walked gently to the child and squatted in front of him. Why does this child look so similar to that dead bitch?It must be a coincidence, this is her child, she reached out and touched the child's smooth face, "Yi Xiao, I am mother, mother." Yi Xiao blinked her black and thick eyelashes, looking at the child in confusion. This strange woman shouted "Xiao, Xiao..." Li Jing's face was soft, like the afternoon sun, she picked up the child on the ground and buried her head on him, "Baby, I am mother, Obediently..." In Li Jing's efforts all afternoon, besides being able to say Xiao, Dad, the child also had a mother.When parting, Li Jing couldn't help but shed tears, baby, mom is gone, mom loves you.

No matter how tired Jiang He was outside during the day, as soon as he came home and saw his son, he felt that everything was fine. His smiling face, his low cries, were very much like that man. The only thing about his son that resembled him was his eyes, just like him With a determined expression, he felt much better watching his son grow up day by day. He hoped to see him grow up vigorously and grow into a man as good as Shen Bixiao.When he grows old one day and looks at the child he cultivated like the proud son of heaven, he should be proud of it on the other side......

For more than a year, Jiang He has never given up inquiring about him. In his heart, you hope that Shen Bixiao is still alive. He subconsciously does not believe that he is dead. Even if he knows in his heart that he may really be gone, it is still right. I still have some thoughts, so I don’t feel that life is meaningless.

At his age of horizontal desire, Jiang He has lived a life of abstinence. There has never been a man or a woman around him. In his life, no one is allowed to advance to Bixiao. He is the root in his heart. The sharp thorns on his chest can pull his entire painful nerves with just a slight movement, making him lose all his strength like a patient with terminal cancer, even the instinct to survive, and even feel that his breathing is blocked.

He kept the layout of the room when Shen Bixiao was there, but he didn't allow anyone to enter here. This is his Shang, the source of all happiness and pain. The high walls show a true self, an ordinary man with flesh and blood, crying and laughing.A lost love, a ghost floating in the world.Repeating the life like stagnant water every day, step by step.

A heart that is already old before it is young can no longer be aroused by the world.

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