C290 My baby used to be here

"Brother Feng, how is it?"

The other two followed behind us, and happily dragged Ming Feng and me to a large table in a corner.

His train of thought was interrupted, but his excitement had already died down.

The little messy stuff was like the flow of people in a buffet. It was not a big mess, but it was a little messy and it disturbed the mind.

After leaving the eatery, it was already past 10 AM.

The bustling city gradually quieted down.

It was disorderly by the wind, bone-chilling cold.

Ming Feng waved his hand and pulled me into the car.

Ah Guo made an OK gesture, as if he had already prepared everything.

"I'll go by myself."

It's my home, and I don't want to be followed.

They are all Fourth Young Master's men. Although there isn't anything unreliable about them, they are still outsiders. I don't really want them to get involved.

No matter how amazing Fourth Young Master is, he shouldn't be so easily thinking of entering my private life, right?

"I'll take you there."

Ming Feng was straightforward, there was no doubt about it.

Leaning back in my seat, I didn't know what to say.

Although he didn't want to, it was hard to say. Perhaps it was because he had been accompanied around for the past two years.

Or am I afraid? I don't know if it's a good idea to barge into his place.

He never meant to drive me away, nor did he say he didn't love me.

Even though he didn't seem to say he loved me except when he loved me.

Love or not, originally, just like this winter wind, cool …

"Lady Fan isn't simple. It's best to be careful." I definitely won't dare to confront us directly, but if I know that you've appeared, it's hard to say. "

Ming Feng seems to be the same as the Director Yang, reminding me of everything.

No longer saying anything else, no matter if it's the relationship between Yin Yijie and I, or the matter of the Food Company, they all know more than me.

Actually, I should probably find my father and ask him about the matter that he had always wanted to tell me. It might even be more private and explosive than what Tu Yiran had told me.

After all, it's not so easy for him to sell me now.

Although there were some matters based on the strength of Tan Shi, it was still a fact.

The same courtyard.

In winter, the trees were no longer lush and verdant.

The security guards downstairs had changed seats.

[12B] was a special existence.

My fingers trembled slightly as I suddenly thought, "Why would I want to come back and take a look? What would I want to see?"

Obviously, I was the one who wanted to stay away from him. It was me who didn't want to get entangled with him anymore. It was me who didn't want to drag him into the entanglement of love and hate.

So what was he doing back here now?

Looking for a memory of home?

Or was he looking for an answer: what was he trying to do?

Some things are obviously wishful thinking for me.

For example, I didn't want to have anything to do with him, but he didn't want to let go.

Since he can't accept Fan Shanshan, Lady Fan has to put me to death.

And, if I guessed correctly, he had transferred a large amount of his assets to me before then, and it was hard to sort out our entanglement.

Or, that day sitting on the devil, when I said I wanted to "go home," we were destined to pester for life.

His back was gradually drenched with sweat.

What was the word "life"?

Why would I want to live all my life?

What's so good about him, really...

Ming Feng took the keys from my hands. The three locks opened, grabbed my hand and pressed on the fingerprint, pushing me inside.

The lights came on.

At home, everything was the same.

It was neat and clean, with a hint of warmth from participation.

There was no popularity, but there were afterimages …

Loulou has crawled all over the place, making the house look like a fairy in the wild.

The cactus had two flowers, one white and one red, reflecting each other in an interesting way.

The doors of each room were slightly ajar, still the same as when he was at home.

Only my bedroom seemed to have changed.

After Ming Feng turned on all the lights, I noticed.

It was a silver box that was reflecting light.

"Do you mind if I sleep in the living room?"

Ming Feng asked.

I nodded. I didn't have time to care about him.

I just looked at my eyes,

Everything here has already surpassed my imagination, I really don't have the time to care about him.

Yin Yijie was not close to this place, and had been following him the entire time in order to get rid of this place. There was no sign of people, only shadows, and everything seemed to be waiting, waiting here alone.

It seemed like, once again, in the middle of the night, I slowly opened the door, and then, he was standing in front of my door.

I have always been waiting for him. Now, he is waiting for me in the air. He is quietly waiting for me in such a corner for two years …

Restaurant, clean, refrigerator, just water...

Heh, it's still his old problem.

I'm hungry, don't you know?

How can there be no food in my house?

This kind of home, why would it be like this?

In the kitchen, there was a basket of fruits …

The study room was a little less than half empty. The rest was still there.

My notebook, neatly placed in a corner.

From the desk to the bookshelf, it was clean and tidy.

The computer, covered with a veil, was just as clean.

The floor was also shiny.

If it wasn't for my improvisation, I wanted to come back and take a look.

It could have been cleaned out for whoever it was.

But this was obviously not the case.

If he cleaned it temporarily, there would definitely be the smell of dust in the air. But here, everything was so clean and quiet …

Comfortable bedroom, I don't think.

My bedroom, the room next to Yin Yijie's room, both the door, are open.

Step, step into my bedroom, pink princess color...

Pink curtains, and beneath them, his shadow, slightly thin, straight, cold, with a peculiar gentleness...

At the head of the bed is my cell phone.

dream realm, shiny, beautiful …

In the opposite corner, there was a shrine to a small incense stick … Silver Box...

No, no... No...

My legs gave way and I fell to the ground, tears streaming down my face. No!

No!

After a long, long time, I'll crawl, crawl, crawl …

On an exquisite little table, there was an exquisite and unique looking piece of silver. It was made from pure silver.

In front of the silver coffin, there was a small tablet …

A few words were written on it.

"The spirit tablet of the eldest son of the Yin family."

There's a signature below that,

"Father Yin Yijie, mother Zhuang Keren."

Time, "April 26."

That day, he finally had a new flame of love with me …

A small incense burner, lit with fine sandalwood.

Against the wall, a picture...

Most of his features were like mine, and most of his lines were cold and hard like his.

A nearly perfect child was sitting on the ground, biting his finger. The corners of his lips slightly curled up as he faintly smiled and looked at me …

It's very heavy, very heavy, at least twenty to thirty kilograms. Looking at the small, one-foot long silver coffin, my baby, Yin Yijie won't let me see it, could it be, that it's here?

Five months. A whole five months. Half a kilogram …

My baby.

Yin Yijie had left his son here, what was he planning to do?

He came back often, often to see his son, what did he want to do?

The lotus flowers bloomed all around, with Nezha standing on one side while Nezha standing on the other side.

In front of me, my son is sitting on the lotus flower smiling, breaking off his fat toes, raising his head to look at me, drool dripped from the corner of his mouth... They were all relief sculptures, lifelike sculptures. It was impossible not to love my baby here …

After looking around for a while, it seemed that there was a hidden button on the side.

I tried to push it back and forth twice...

An extremely soft sound, like the wind blowing through hair …

Slowly, slowly, me, the baby...

Let your mother look at you, too, but never at you.

It's my bad, I've never been able to come to see you. It's been two and a half years, not just two and a half years, but three more months …

Fingers trembling, slowly slip away, slide this silver cover, although the opening of the coffin is not good for the baby, I have heard that this is not good.

But, my baby, is there anything wrong with your mother coming to see you?

Mom wants to see you. It's been two years, and Mom has no ability. She hasn't avenged you yet.

But mother did not forget, mother will remember, will work hard, in the future will crush their family.

My baby, let your mother see you. In the next life, your mother will also know what you look like.

You...

You... And see what my mother looks like... We can recognize each other on the Bridge of Helplessness.

Are you waiting for your mother on the Bridge of Helplessness, or have you already been reincarnated?

Golden light flashed, blinding everyone's eyes …

As the silver lid slid open, it was actually a massive golden light!

Gold coffin, such a heavy, pure gold made gold coffin!

Gold Coffin, Silver Coffin …

Father gave you a gold coffin and silver!

One foot, three inches long and nine inches wide.

The carving skill was not inferior to silver.

He sat on a large lotus leaf and played with the water.

Being vivid was not enough to express its sincerity!

His fingers gently caressed the baby's chubby neck. He was looking down, unable to see his face.

However, looking at how he was grinning from ear to ear, with his two hands outstretched, trying his best to catch the fish, his appearance …

"Pa Da …" "Pata …"

The heartache has lost control, tears, drop by drop, on the baby's body.

Sandalwood, peace; Baby, smart; Dad, love you...

Carefully, he took out the gold coffin. On the front, there was a sculpture of the baby. He held his toes with both of his fat hands and put it into his mouth. He looked at me with his big eyes and said, "Mom, the baby is very hungry."

Baby, my baby, every one of them, is alive.

This appearance, this small mouth, they were extremely similar to the two of us.

Yin Yijie was 100% sure that the baby was his, and she didn't lie to me, so she didn't lie to me.

Baby, each one, he probably painstakingly portrayed.

The carving was so serious that he could even count every single strand of hair.

The baby's eyebrows were very light, and his eyelashes were very long.

The expression was so vivid that...

It hadn't even been a month since the tablet had been erected …

I want to see if the baby really has a little face.

Really, I wanted to see him.

My own flesh and blood, our flesh and blood.

Let me take a look. Perhaps, it really is just a piece of meat, perhaps …

I used my hands to hold the golden coffin to examine it, searching carefully …

There was an almost invisible gap, because it just so happened to be facing the light, allowing me to see a ray of light other than gold, it must be …

What was it? Why was there such a brilliance?

No, I want to see.

This kind of pure, cold light was very similar to the crystal on the other side.

Crystal … Could it be a crystal coffin inside?

There's even a crystal coffin inside?

Ah! Is Daddy making you a place to rest, or is he doing art?

Although his mother didn't know much about gold and silver, the coffin in her hand was definitely made of pure gold.

Even though the baby had left, what use would the golden coffin and the silver have?

But, father loves you so much, mother understands.

Dad loves you as much as Mom does, but why?

"Pa …"

There was a slight sound, and unexpectedly, the golden coffin lid moved a little bit, and it was under the baby's eyes, a very small mole.

I said, the baby should be white flawless, how can grow a mole?

Remove coffin lid...

Crystal coffin, real crystal, amethyst, the center...

A small but recognizable figure, this is my baby of five months, my baby.

His face began to develop, but I couldn't see him turn his head to look at me; I couldn't hear him open his mouth to spit, eat his toes, call me mother; his ears were small, but I couldn't hear him keep on calling.

He was peacefully sleeping within the crystal. His body was covered in hair, just like a little monkey …

I had a baby monkey.

His eyebrows were a bit like mine, and the shape of his face was a little bit like his.

It seemed that many of these relief sculptures weren't fabricated.

Baby, I don't know how Daddy got to see you.

The whole piece of good amethyst, hollowed out in the middle, baby, sleep here forever.

Baby, mom came to see you, you know? Mom, I'm sorry baby, I didn't protect the baby well...

One look, one more look, and the baby is still asleep with his eyes closed, not looking at me.

He still looked as though he had just been born with blood on his body, and he had protected her well.

Yes, Daddy loves you too, my baby.

"My baby, mom owes you this life. In the next life, I can only repay you in the next life …"

He sat in a daze for a long time. Seeing that the baby still hadn't fully grown up, he decided to cover it.

Cover it and let him sleep in peace.

Baby, already gone, here, in my bedroom, with me, waiting for me to come back to him.

Crystal Palace, Amethyst Crystal, such a large piece of Amethyst Crystal, regardless of its value, innocence, spirituality and other such noble and noble meanings, I, can only say this much to the baby, but I don't have any thoughts about him.

Gold Coffin, Silver Coffin …

He slowly closed the lid and carefully put it back. He didn't want to disturb the baby anymore. He didn't want to disturb the baby's sleep.

Mommy is fine to stay by the side, good baby...

Give your baby a stick of incense, sandalwood, curling, calm and alert, easy to hypnotize.

I was wide awake.

He crawled up and walked to the head of the bed. Everything was the same as before. On the balcony, the rich and noble bamboo looked just right. Although it was winter, it was still dark green.

A pot of Four Seasons Garden, with a light fragrance drifting in.

On the windowsill, in the vase, was a white tulip.

Even after so long, when I was still at home, no one stuck their nose in. But now, it's actually …

The bed was a warm blanket in winter, slightly thicker than a thin blanket in summer, but there was still a difference.

Now, as long as I turn on the air conditioner and bathe, I can crawl into bed, just like before.

However, would he be able to return to the past?

Mobile phone, I picked it up to see, the power is full, clean as if just out of my pocket, put it here.

Actually, I often randomly throw away my phone, only after often waiting for him will I put my phone next to my pillow...

He knew, he knew everything.

Does it mean that I occasionally feel as if someone has walked into my dream, and it really is him?

The air conditioner in the room had been turned on. 25 degrees.

Ming Feng was lying down quietly in the living room, it was unknown if he had fallen asleep before.

After standing still for a while, I went to the bathroom to wash my face.

Everything was the same as before.

By the side of the tub, there is my set of clothes, my pajamas with chest pads, my little bear slippers in a pink undergarment …