God, you sent the wrong vest!

The well-dressed wedding and the bright auditorium envied how many young and beautiful girls to be married.Blue roses for weddings are beautifully tender and fragile.

The lights illuminate the entire wedding banquet scene, and there are smiles of relatives and friends, and cheers of clinking glasses. This is a perfect wedding, which will be happy and happy.

Ying Saihua has maintained the curvature of the corners of his mouth since the beginning of the banquet. It's not that his son has been a good-for-nothing, messing around outside, but it's good fortune to marry such a virtuous wife.Also, Ying Saihua's gaze rested on the bride's belly, which was blocked by the folds of a wedding dress, and she didn't see any signs, but she knew that there was a growing little life there.

Soon, three generations can live together.Whether it's a boy or a girl, you can finally let go of your son's messy things and enjoy the joy of being around your knees.

Lu Chen is two years old.

"Aren't you coming back?" Lu Chen saw that his mother's hand holding the phone was shaking, he pulled the corner of the quilt a little, dragged the quilt to the side of the chair, and wrapped his mother's hand with the quilt, with a very serious expression on his face: " Mom is not cold." It was coaxing.

Seeing her son's movements, she hugged him into her arms, calmed down a little, and continued to talk on the phone: "Is there anything to do that weekend? I can burn some when I get home..."

"No time." Before she finished speaking, Lu Qiuming on the other end of the phone interrupted impatiently, but it seemed that he had just heard his son was nearby, so his tone was not as bad as before, "Eat yourselves, I'll work overtime .”

"Okay...okay..." She hung up the phone with trembling hands, without saying a word of rebuttal.She is a traditional woman, like the most perfect woman, receiving the best virtuous education, educated, but also has a deep-rooted sense of mission to be a husband and a child.She was told from an early age to love her future husband and future children.She held Lu Chen tighter in her arms, as if to confirm that he was still in her arms, the trembling still did not subside, but she shed tears.Yes, she loves her children, and she should, and is obliged to, love her husband.

She gently wiped away the useless tears, and hugged her son even tighter.

Lu Chen is very smart, but too smart.So much so that when Lu Qiuming finally went home and reached out to hug him, he dodged away in disgust.He saw the happy smile on his mother's face at that time, as if that hug could accomplish everything for her.So smart that he can tell when his mother is real and when his mother is fake.At this time, the smile was so carefully disguised that he wanted to wipe the corners of his mother's eyes, where tears seemed to fall at any moment.

Lu Qiuming left angrily. Before he left, he angrily scolded his mother that he had taught Lu Chen badly. He must have said bad things about him behind his back, that's why his son was so unwilling to get close to him.The back disappeared quickly, although Lu Chen didn't pay attention to when he left, only saw his mother crying again.This time she was facing herself, and she asked herself, "Can't you... Let Dad hug you?"

Lu Chen frowned at her.He was only two years old at the time, but his expression already looked like an adult.

He doesn't understand when she is not happy.

Later, my mother lay in bed most of the time, and never saw the man called Dad again.But he knows that there is a very gentle person named grandma.Grandma is very kind to him, very kind to his mother, and very cruel to his father. Grandma is a good person.When I got up one day, I still asked my mother to have breakfast, but my mother didn't get up that day, and after that, I never had breakfast with my mother.

The maid was screaming, and the usually calm butler also panicked.He remembered that it was a sunny day, and his mother's energy was much better these days, and it should have been a good day for a walk.Later, grandma told him that that man was his father, and this cannot be changed, but that man is also a beast!

Lu Chen understood what grandma meant, blinked his eyes, and suddenly burst into tears for his mother's grievances, but he was too young at that time, and didn't know that more should be called sadness.

At the mother's funeral, the man came, with stubble on his face and the smell of a hangover. Grandma asked someone to throw him out, and he walked out leisurely without struggling.From the man's point of view, the mourning hall is a song and dance hall where you can come and go when you can't come.

Later, the man returned to the house several times.Grandma refused to see him, so he just stood in the living room, saw Lu Chen on the side of the stairs, and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Xiao Chen, come here, I'm Dad."

Lu Chen really walked over obediently, but along the edge of the coffee table, a pair of small hands took the fruit plate on the coffee table, and Erhuo poured it on the person without saying anything. The fresh watermelon was smashed out of the juice, and there were a few fresh watermelons. Small tomatoes and chopped oranges, mixed with a milk-colored salad, wrapped the person's face and body very wonderfully.If it weren't for the fruit plate still in his hand, Lu Chen might have applauded at that time.

Later, that person was really getting older, married a wife and brazenly brought her home, and asked Lu Chen to call her mother.The woman was ashamed, and stuffed a handful of candy into five-year-old Lu Chen's hand.Lu Chen thanked him sincerely, put all the candy into the dog's food bowl in front of them, and smiled innocently: "It likes this kind of candy the most, just like you, auntie. "

The woman's face was blue and white, and she left without having dinner.

A child's memory is limited, after all, he is still so young, his mother passed away, and his father remarried. Although Lu Chen clearly remembered everything back then, in fact, he couldn't even remember what his mother looked like.That man was aging very much, and Lu Chen grew up, so he was no longer so paranoid about some things, but the resistance in his bones could not be scraped off, and he was still very stiff now. Now Lu Chen's attitude towards that man, basically, can only be regarded as People don't offend me, I don't offend people's politeness.

Ying Saihua made tea and said this, his tone was light and light, but even the hand holding the lid of the pot trembled violently.She loved him from very young to very old.Ji Wen pressed her hand reassuringly, poured tea for her, and brewed a piece of warm fragrance.

Dense in the tea fragrance, even the eyes are astringent.

It was rare for Ji Wen to take the initiative to hug the man's waist that day.The man wondered, turned around, turned into a mutual embrace, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I won't leave you." Ji Wen looked up, his eyes were a little red.

Lu Chen was startled, pulled the kid to the edge of the bed and sat down, touched the corners of his eyes, and said slightly wet: "What happened?" He couldn't hide his worry.

Ji Wen pursed his lips, just shook his head, and said seriously: "I won't run away with other women."

Lu Chen's original worry was inexplicably amused by this sentence: "You still want to run with women?"

"No, no, I mean I won't! I won't leave you alone at home, and I won't... um..." A simple kiss sealed Ji Wen's words, and the turmoil of emotion drove the entanglement.

Fierce and tender.

Take a good view of the next room.