Chapter 177

Name:Love's Passed Author:xiao wan zi
Hearing the news, Ganlu and aunt Qian ran towards me.

They were at a loss, their eyes were completely flustered, and they didn't know how to speak.

Even said three ANN, there is no later text.

I can't listen.

He covered his ears and screamed, as if he could get rid of all the words he had heard before.

It's like you can pretend you don't know.

But I can't.

The facts are here. There is no room for me to refuse.

Aunt Qian was distressed and came to hold me. "Ann, you are still young and will have children in the future, you know?"

Yes, I'll have children.

But it will never be this child.

Tears kept falling down. I held aunt Qian and sobbed. My heart was broken into many pieces.

Later, I don't know how they helped me into the room.

I lay in bed and either fell asleep or cried silently, wetting the whole pillow.

When Huo Tinggui came back, aunt Qian just changed a new pillow for me.

The familiar footsteps stopped at the door.

"How is she?" Huo Ting was panting and thought he came back in a hurry.

Aunt Qian sighed, "it's all my fault. I talked about this with Miss Gan. I was overheard by ANN accidentally. Now I don't listen to anything. I just shed tears. Huo Shao, it's up to you."

"I don't blame you," Huo Tinggui patted aunt Qian on the shoulder. "Let me handle it. Go ahead."

"Then I'll stew some bird's nests for Ann. It's easy to leave the root of the disease and need to be mended."

The conversation ended and Huo Tinggui sat at the head of my bed.

"Wife."

Huo Tinggui whispered to me.

In fact, when I was awake, I knew he was back. I could even guess the expression on his face now.

But I just can't open my eyes.

I'm afraid——

I'm afraid that as soon as I open my eyes, I have to accept the bad news, and my tears will continue to fall again.

I can't bear it.

"I know you're not asleep," Huo Tinggui guessed my idea and put his warm palm on my shoulder. "Shall we talk?"

A whisper completely broke my mood.

When I opened my eyes, tears surged out.

Huo Ting GUI's face was full of heartache. He hugged me in his arms, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

It's no use whose fault it is.

That child doesn't belong to me anymore.

I couldn't speak, so I had to reach out and touch my stomach.

Huo Tinggui understood what I meant, "I sent you to the hospital that day. The situation is very critical. I can't help but take off the child and keep you. ANN, the child can't live without you for three months, and I can't live without you."

So Huo Ting saved me.

Actually, it's normal.

How to protect a child of three months?

I just remembered that dream again.

The bloody child in the dream.

At that time, I thought it was just a dream. Now it seems that it is an omen, or that child will say goodbye to me again.

Is it sad that she left me?

After thinking for a long time in my heart, I raised my head again and looked back at Huo ting.

——Where is the child now?

"I bought her a cemetery at the cemetery." Huo Tinggui replied.

I nodded and showed him my writing.

——I want to see her.

In his eyes, he insisted.

Huo Tinggui didn't stop me, but nodded at me, "OK, I'll take you."

Then he got up with me, changed me into a long windbreaker, changed my shoes and was ready to go out.

Aunt Qian was busy in the kitchen. When she heard the news, she rushed out, "where are you going?"

Looking at my dress, I was very worried, "Ann is a little month now. She can't go out to have a hair dryer. She is easy to get sick."

"She wants to see the child. We'll go to the cemetery and come back soon." Huo Tinggui replied.

Hearing the speech, aunt Qian was silent.

After contacting me for such a long time, aunt Qian knew my temper, so she didn't stop it. She just sighed a long sigh, "then come back early."

At the door, she came over again and wrapped a scarf around my head with moisture in her eyes. "Go, say goodbye to the child, and live a good life after you come back."

The scarf is brought by Aunt Qian every day. It has the smell of soap horn and kitchen oil smoke, which calms my heart.

If you can't talk, you can only hug her.

Then Huo ting and I went out of the door.

Huo Ting GUI named the child return. On the tombstone, it is engraved that Huo Ting GUI and Shen An's son, Huo return.

"It's a boy, very beautiful." Huo Tinggui said.

But I know he's lying to me.

Three month old children can't see men and women at all.

The reason why he said this was just to fulfill my wish to have a boy at that time.

But now it doesn't matter whether it's a man or a woman.

I just hope he will be a very beautiful boy in his next life.

I stood in front of the brand-new marble tombstone, let the wind blow the scarf flutter, and my eyes looked at the front, as if stunned.

Huo Tinggui didn't persuade me, but just stood beside me.

In such a silent way, we mourn the lost little life together.

Until the corners of my eyes were pulled a little tight by tears, I raised my eyes and signaled that he could go.

In the future, he will be a part of my memory.

I will always remember him and he will always be with me.

Being blown by the wind for too long, I was a little dizzy when I turned around, and my body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Huo Tinggui was quick in hand and eyes, held me, and then picked me up directly.

When I struggled, he held me down, his voice was low and hoarse, "if I came back, I don't want to see you so fragile."

Because of this sentence, I will never move again.

Nestled in Huo Tinggui's arms, warm tears flowed down his cheeks and finally fell on his white shirt, smashing a small transparent vortex.

Huo Tinggui took me back to Li residence.

We agreed with each other and didn't mention it again.

After all, this child will always stay in my heart. He has never lost it.

Apart from the occasional dream of him waving goodbye to me at night, there seems to be nothing special.

My rehabilitation continued and made no progress.

The vocal cords are like rags. They can't make a sound at all, or it's a creaking sound.

It discouraged me.

Everyone's encouragement and the doctor's prescription did not work on me.

All hope sank to the bottom of the sea.

Just when I wanted to give up and intend to be mute all my life, Su Jingbai found the door.