Chapter 1003

Moyanzhu is pregnant. The child is eight months old.

The belly is round and rolling, like a ball of leather.

She married an it man. Her husband is introverted and addicted to alcohol. She always comes home from work with a smell of alcohol. This day is the same.

Moyamen candle took off his coat, but he kicked her in the stomach.

"You bitch! What qualifications do you have for my baby? Don't you think of other men in your heart? "

Moyan candle covered his stomach and cried for help.

Seeing the helpless, painful and sad look on her face, the man felt very happy.

Let the blood flow on the ground, he went back to his room without a glance, and fell asleep.

Mu Yanzhu gave birth, and her vitality was greatly hurt. The doctor refused to let her leave the hospital. During the half month in the hospital, her husband never came.

Every day the ward round nurse couldn't look down and couldn't help but defend her against injustice.

"What kind of husband do you have? Your wife doesn't show up when she miscarries."

Moyamen candle just smiled bitterly, "used to, who let him not love me."

On the day muyanzhu left the hospital, he went to go through the discharge procedures.

Passing by the flower shop, she bought a bunch of Platycodon and asked the owner to put lemon in it.

Lemon, equal to acid, equal to vinegar.

And the flower language of Platycodon grandiflorum is eternal love.

She got a call from her husband on the way, "are you still alive?"

“……”

"I have a document on my desk. Please send it to me now! Dududu - "

without giving moyanzhu a chance to talk, the other party directly hung up the phone.

Moyanzhu stopped a taxi.

At the corner, a taxi collided with a retrograde van, killing people and muyanzhu on the spot.

At that time, the picture was tragic, and there was a lot of blood left on the ground, bright red, shocking

Moyanzhu's hand tightly clenched the bouquet of Platycodon, holding a lemon in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed.

It smells good.

She stretched her eyebrows, closed her eyes, and several passers-by came to watch. She saw a smile on her face and her left hand rubbing the platinum ring on the middle finger of her right hand.

The middle finger is wearing a ring. It's love.

A love that ends unharmed.

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！！！

Jiangqingchi wakes up from a nightmare.

It's three o'clock in the morning. He only slept for two hours, but he felt the time was longer than ever.

Jiangqingchi suddenly sat up from the head of the bed, from the forehead to the back, even to the tail vertebra, there was a chill and chills.

He gasped heavily, his face was cold, his eyes were sour, his face was full of tears, his pillow was wet, and his quilt was wet. He shook the temperature gently.

He finally found consciousness, stumbled out of bed, opened the door of the room, stood in the corridor, looked around, looking for something important.

Until he saw Jiang san'er, he rushed to the past, held Jiang san'er, tears crackled down.

"Tell me, I'm dreaming! Tell me! "

"You are dreaming." Saner did not know why, but he comforted him.

"I dreamed that she was married She's not doing well Her husband doesn't love her And kicked her in the stomach She miscarried A man in hospital for half a month At last she was killed by a car... "

Intermittently, jiangqingchi cried to the top of his lungs. He bit his teeth and tasted the taste of blood. It was bitter and fishy.

"She lies on the ground It's all blood She holds my favorite flowers She's still wearing the ring I gave her... "

"I'm so worried about her."

"I miss her so much..."

"I really miss her..."

"I really, really, really miss her..."

"I think she Think of her Miss her, miss her, Jiang Yan... "

"My River smoke..."

"I'm not with her Jiang Yan... "

“……”

Jiang Jingming kept silent all the time. He fully played the role of a listener. He listened to Jiang Qingchi in his ear and said these words in a hoarse voice. When he shouted the "river smoke", it seemed that his intestines would all shout out.

"The dream is the opposite. Don't worry. She's having a good time now. Nothing will happen."

Jiang Jingming's voice was soft and he said, clapping the shoulder of jiangqingchi.

"Why don't you sleep with me tonight? I'm afraid you'll have another nightmare."

"No more."

Jiangqingchi releases jiangsan'er's tears and turns them into tears, blurring his handsome face.

Jiang san'er sighed: "two and a half years, I haven't seen you cry like this."

"You go to Dad's study to get a pack of cigarettes. I want to smoke."

"Again?""Well, it's her birthday. I'll be alone."

Jiangqingchi's tone has recovered the former calm, only the hoarse voice has proved his hysteria.

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The cold wind is bleak and the dew is thick.

It was still early in the day. The man leaning against the windowsill fumbled for the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and held it by his mouth, lit it, inhaled it with cold wind, and slowly spit it out.

Blue and white smoke ring from have to have, from deep to light.

He slightly bow back, two long eyebrows twist, fingers gently flick ash, action is not skilled, but there is a lonely taste.

Jiang Jingming stands behind the slope and looks at the jiangqingchi.

Look at him smoking two cigarettes.

Watch him finally press the end of the cigarette out.

Look at the rising smoke, in the cold wind, a little into the quiet, traceless.

Look at his face hidden in the light and shadow, full of eye injury, full of pain.

He is finally mature.

At last he grew up.

But he was not happy.

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