MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 37

[The flower language of mimosa is repentance. 】

I basked in the sun for a while outside, and when my body was not so cold, I stood up with the flower bed on the side. At this time, the theater was also over. Sister-in-9 took Song Mo and walked out along the flow of people. When she saw me, she came over quickly.

"You never came back, I thought something was wrong."

I took Song Mo from her arms, and I made an excuse to deal with it: "No, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, maybe there were too many people inside and it was too boring, so I ran outside Breathe in."

Sister-in-law nine looked worried when she heard the words: "How are you now? Your face doesn't seem to be very good."

"It's all right."

After playing all day, Song Mo was so tired that he fell asleep in my arms in the evening. Sister-in-law Jiu called the driver and asked him to pick us up at the gate.

When I got to the car, Song Mo lay on my lap and slept soundly. I tucked the coat over him, looked up at Sister Nine, and told her that I would use the car the day after tomorrow to see Ning Shi.

Sister-in-law Jiu's facial expression was a little stiff when she heard the words, and she stopped talking to me.

I said gently: "If you have something to say, just say it."

She sighed: "You are now interacting with the Zhu family, sir, I am afraid that you will not be happy."

I understand what she meant. The Zhu family betrayed Song Bailao. As Song Bailao's legal partner, I should stay away from the Zhu family if I'm smart, and don't touch Song Bailao's beard.

Now that I'm like this, I can't win the favor of Song Bolao, nor the Zhu family, and I'm very disadvantaged.

I nodded and said, "I understand, this should be the last time."

On the appointed day, I arrived at the tea room an hour early. I didn't do anything for an hour, just sat there quietly, staring at the scenery in the courtyard in a daze.

An hour later, the sliding door moved slightly, and under the guidance of the waiter, Ning Shi entered the tea room, and there was no one else behind.

She didn't look like a lady today, she threw off her high heels and stepped on the tatami, and sat down opposite me, with the big bags randomly piled beside her feet.

"It's hot to death." She poured herself a large glass of water, raised her head and drank it dry. As he put down the cup, he let out a contented sigh from his throat.

When she was not holding it, she was a bit like the "mother" I remembered when I was young. She raised me up, and of course it wasn't all calculation over the years. We have also lived together, ate a bowl of noodles and held an umbrella together.

She and I are not without warm memories. It's just that now, that little warmth has already cooled down.

Now we are worse than strangers.

"Where's the child?" I asked her.

She glanced at me, and tugged a few times in the big bag beside her, holding out a palm-sized thing wrapped in a dark red coat.

"I didn't want people to find out, it was a bit far and it took some time to get it." Unfastening the outer wrap, a rectangular lacquer box was revealed. She put the lacquer box in the On the table, he slowly pushed towards me, "At that time you induced labor, and I tested the child that was cut out. It was ab blood. Even if you were born, it would be useless, he wouldn't survive."

She turned over again, took out the cigarette and lighter from the bag, lit it in front of me and started smoking.

"It's not that I don't know if it's an alpha or a beta that's making your belly bigger, I know, I knew the other party was an alpha seven years ago."

I stared at the box, obviously sad to the extreme, but I still laughed.

"In order for me to marry Song Bailao and become 'Mrs. Zhu', you did not hesitate to make up a child and lied to me for a few months."

From the moment I knew that Youyou was not my child, I actually had a hunch in my heart that my child might not survive at all. Whenever he was alive, even if he lacked an arm or a leg, Ning Shi would not find another child to pretend to be.

I have already prepared myself for the so-called "child" brought by Ning Shi.

But I still overestimated myself and underestimated the great grief that came after hope was completely taken away.

My child...my child died seven years ago, before even getting a glimpse of the world or getting a hug from his parents.

Now he is in a small black lacquer box in front of me. Even if Ning Shi told me that he couldn't survive, but looking at "him", how could I feel relieved?

The feeling of guilt weighed down like a boulder and almost took my breath away.

"Behind the hospital, across a small road, there is a kindergarten. From the window of my ward, I can see their gate. Every day at four o'clock in the afternoon, parents They started to gather at the door and took their children home one by one." Ning Shi once asked me why I suddenly regretted that year, but this reason was actually very "selfish", "Every day there are children who are picked up at the end, I watch They changed from excitement to anxiety, and their mood slowly began to feel uneasy. But without exception, when the late parent appeared in front of them, they always swept away their anxiety and anxiety, and filled them with joy again. They are so dependent on and nostalgic for their parents, and there is no impurity in their love."

"At that time I was thinking, if I give birth to a child in my womb, can I also have a person who loves me with all my heart?"

Ning Shi rested her elbows on the table and listened to me in a daze. The ashes fell and almost burned the back of her hand. She took a sharp puff of her cigarette, put the cigarette **** out in the cup beside her, and the white mist that she spit out separated us, so I couldn't see her expression clearly.

What do you rely on to support you? Sleeping in those alpha beds! Not only will you be scorned and ridiculed, but in the end, the children you will give birth will follow my old path."

"I don't love you enough," she said, "but I can't. Hate if you want."

I lowered my eyes and said nothing

In fact, I don't hate her, nor do I hate Zhu Li and Xiang Ping. Hate and love are too heavy, and it seems that they will be entangled for a lifetime. I don't want to have any more entanglements with them, and I don't want to remember them for the rest of my life.

Staring at the lacquer box, I took a deep breath, rewrapped the outer wrap, and was about to get up and leave while holding it.

After two steps, Ning Shi stopped me.

"You haven't cashed that check... Go cash it. Save some money, and you'll be able to live a good life for the rest of your life."

I didn't look back, and I didn't return to her, I kept walking towards the door in silence.

Although no one mentioned it, she and I knew that after today, the meager mother-son relationship between us will come to an end.

There is a flower shop next to the tea room. Flowers of various colors are packed in white plastic buckets filled with water and placed all the way to the street.

"Sir, take a look? Buy a bunch of flowers for someone you like." The proprietress held a watering can in her hand and enthusiastically solicited business.

I looked at the pile of flowers and plants at the door, pointed to a pot of mimosa and asked her: "How much?"

The proprietress said: "Thirty yuan."

I paid and she picked up the pot of mimosas in a terracotta pot from the ground and was about to put it in a plastic bag when I stopped her and asked her to lend me a shovel. Although she was puzzled, she still took out a small shovel from the back room.

I squatted on the ground, carefully shoveled out the mimosa by the roots, poured some soil, then unwrapped the lacquer box and fondled the smooth surface.

Sorry for not giving birth to you. I gave it a soft kiss on it.

Open the lid, pour all the contents into the pot, and finally plant the mimosa again. After doing all this, I stood up, returned the shovel to the proprietress, and said to the wrapping cloth and lacquer box on the ground, "Thank you, please help me throw these away."

I put the pot of mimosas on the windowsill in my bedroom, where the sun is shining and I can see it every day when I wake up, it's a perfect location.

I sat on the bed and looked at it, and as the sun went down, I changed my position, lying on my side, still looking at it. I just watched him all afternoon.

In the evening, sister-in-law nine came to knock on the door and said that the food was ready and asked me to go down to eat. I told her that I was not hungry, that I was a little tired and wanted to go to bed, and soon there was no sound outside the door.

After about an hour, a dazzling light flashed through the window, and stopped at the gate downstairs with the sound of the car engine.

This point, this voice, should be Song Bailao's return.

I pulled the quilt, huddled on the bed, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

A few minutes later, without knocking on the door, without asking, the door was slammed open, followed by a "pop", and all the lights turned on instantly. Even with my eyes closed, the brightness pierced my brows and I couldn't help frowning.

I covered my head with a quilt and hid in the dark.

The footsteps approached slowly and finally stopped in front of me.

"You went to see Ning Shi today."

Ha, I thought he was going to do something. Sister-in-law Jiu's words were nice and made me want to go where, and said that no one would be sent to monitor me. It is true that no one will be sent to monitor me, but my movements will definitely not escape Song Bolao's eyes.

"If you are afraid that I will collude with her inside and outside, divorce me early."

There was silence outside for a moment, and when he spoke, Song Bailao's voice was obviously lower, as if he was holding his breath.

"Ninth sister-in-law said that you have a bad appetite recently and are always uncomfortable."

Anyone who encounters my situation, let alone eat or sleep, will be uncomfortable to some extent.

"It's too hot to eat."

The oxygen in the quilt was getting less and less, but Song Bailao didn't leave.

I really don't want to quarrel with him today, and I don't want to deal with him. When I saw him, I felt headache, stomach pain, wound pain, pain everywhere.

"Are you pregnant?"

I took a breath, stuck my head out of the quilt, and looked at the man in front of me. He stared at me blankly, with no sign of joking on his face.

This question seems to be a bit embarrassing today.

"No."

His eyes swiftly landed on my lower abdomen: "Luo Mengbai has returned to China, I will let him check you tomorrow."

Fingers tightened, I grabbed the quilt and sat up from the bed: "I can't be pregnant."

"It doesn't matter what you said."

Looking at his back, I gritted my teeth, and the negative emotions that I had suppressed for a long time emerged from the cracked heart of black mist, like a ferocious beast, clamoring to corrupt others, It also corrupts the self.

"Do you know how the scar on my stomach came from?" I stroked my belly, saw him stop and looked back, and smiled at him self-deprecatingly, "I can't. It's impossible to have another child in this life. Don't waste Luo Mengbai's time, I'm not pregnant."

He didn't seem to react at first, and didn't know what I was talking about, but soon, when I said "this life is impossible", his face suddenly darkened, teeth The breath he exhaled seemed to be filled with vigorous anger. He had already realized what the scar he called "nasty" was all about.

"Who is it?" He stepped dangerously close to me.

"Who is what?"

Song Bailao stared at me from top to bottom, completely shrouding me in his shadow: "That man."

He pushed out syllable by syllable from the gap between his teeth, as if a storm was rolling in his eyes.

Alpha's possessiveness is really strange, even though he doesn't love me and hates me so much, he is still angry that I once belonged to another person.

Like… every male dog loves to mark a telephone pole, but do they love it? No. They just want to take the oath of sovereignty, anyway, this pole can only belong to themselves.

They never ask the pole's wishes, let alone if the pole is happy to be **** all the time.

"Oh, the man who made me pregnant? Anyway..." I laughed and said clearly, "It's not you."

Even if it's a useless pillar, I don't want to be treated like that.