Chapter 230

Only in some cold wind, the bottom of his black thin windbreaker was hunting in the wind, but his fingers were warm. The warmth passed to her palm along his fingertips. She only felt that in the cold wind, there was no way out in the general despair, as if she saw the ship of salvation.

But the ship is like a witch in the water. She sings wonderful songs to attract you to come, but at the same time, she lets you see the beautiful moment of death.

Is to seize the brief warmth and beauty and then die, is simply far away, let oneself as always in the endless struggle?

Jing Zhi takes a long breath of relief. She opens her eyes to the wind. It seems that the wind can blow away all her struggles.

Little baozi lies on Meng shaoting's shoulder and thinks it's not the same as his mother's arms. Mother's arms are soft and warm, but uncle's arms are big, strong and warm.

Little baozi secretly thought in his heart, such a different feeling, isn't it, Dad's feeling?

He grabbed his fleshy fingers, blinked his big eyes, arched his nose into Meng shaoting's arms, and seemed to smell him.

When she got to the car, Jingzhi finally stopped. She reached out and said to her son, "honey, come here, mom."

Little baozi, though a little nostalgic for Meng shaoting's arms like a big ship, listened to his mother's words.

Jing Zhi holds the bun and gently caresses his soft hair. Then he smiles and looks up without looking at Meng shaoting. He slowly says, "Mr. Meng, I think it's time for me and the bun to go back."

At first, Meng shaoting was stunned. Then, his dark eyes gradually flowed a smile. He leaned over the car, and his firm jaw slightly raised to stare at her face.

Her hair is flying in the wind. The wind blows the bangs on her forehead. The scar is still striking. He looks at her like that and then hears his voice: "OK."

Jingzhi was surprised. She thought that according to his consistent temperament, it should be both hard and soft or hard, but she didn't expect that he would let her go.

"I mean, now, go."

Jingzhi hugs the bun tighter, and gently bites his lower lip. His eyes are like clear black and white glass, looking at him clearly.

"Well, it's not noon yet. I'll let an Cheng take you back. Otherwise, I won't rest assured."

Meng shaoting's smile deepened a little. He reached out and pinched the face of the bun, and called out his grinning face. He smiled more happily. He leaned forward slightly to stick to the ear of the bun and said softly, "don't forget what my uncle said to you."

Little baozi's eyes widened suddenly, and he also leaned over his ear and said softly, "do you want to know when mom cries?"

Meng shaoting nodded gently and pinched the other half of his face. He was reluctant to bear such a fleshy touch. One day, one day, he and Jingzhi must have a child, such as a cute little bun.

"Get in the car. It's cold outside." Meng shaoting opens the door and sees Jing Zhi holding a bun in. He closes the door. An Cheng drives and sits in the back row.

When the car left the cemetery, it turned around and left the city. Then it got on the highway to C City. Until then, Jing Zhi couldn't help turning around to look at him. Why didn't he get off?

As if knowing what she wanted to ask, Meng shaoting said in a low voice with his eyes half narrowed: "if there is nothing left or right, I will send you back."

Jingzhi turns around and looks out the window at the fast passing green. The scenery along the way is repetitive. The green vegetation belt is the same to her eyes, but she has been looking at it all the time. She doesn't feel bored.

She looked out of the window at the view, and he looked at her.

It was a very long journey, but he felt it was a little short. He once laughed at other people's childishness. Now it's his turn to know that it's not that you are more mature than others, but that you haven't found the one who makes you childish.

It was getting dark, but the car didn't turn on the light. The little bun fell asleep and was very obedient in the arms of Jingzhi.

The orange light of the street lamp outside the window added a little warm glow to the two of them. Meng shaoting was just recovering from his illness, but now he felt a little uncomfortable. He turned his head and coughed a few times. An Cheng looked back at him and said, "are you not feeling well again?"

Meng shaoting waved: "no problem, you're good at driving."

He said, coughing heavily again. Jingzhi wanted to turn a deaf ear, but now she felt a little soft. She turned her face and looked at him: "you should go back to see the doctor. It's been coughing for a long time. It's not good."

Meng shaoting didn't care to smile. He leaned on the car seat lazily. He pulled his tie at random to make his breathing more smooth. Then he said quietly, "it's OK. I know my body."

Jing Zhiyan stops talking again, and finally he lowers his head and doesn't speak again.

I got off the expressway, but after ten minutes, I entered the downtown area. After another walk, I drove to the residential area where Jingzhi lived.

Jingzhi opens the car door and gets ready to get off. After all, she turns back and smiles at him: "thank you for your hospitality these days. Thank you for sending me back. It's very late. I won't invite you to have a drink of water, Meng shaoting..."

He gave her a look of inquiry, Jingzhi clenched his lips, and suddenly raised his head. Her eyes showed a sign of determination. Her words and sentences seemed to poke his heart.

"The past is over. I will not pursue it any more. I hope you will Don't come here again. Don't interfere with my life and baozi's life. I'm gone Take care of yourself. "

She said, looking at him, eyes as if the general cold moonlight.

Meng shaoting nodded slightly, but his eyes were dark. He closed the door and left, but he didn't move. He just followed her out of the car, then watched her step by step and left without turning back.

She had already entered the elevator and could not see it for a long time, but Meng shaoting was still sitting in that position, and his eyes were fixed there for a long time.

"Two little......"

When an Cheng saw him for a long time, he was called by some worried people.

Meng shaoting moved slightly as if he was still alive. His voice was hoarse and tired, which made people feel sad.

"An Cheng, give me a cigarette."

He soon finished one, but he continued to ask for another. He was smoking and coughing hard. An Cheng was so worried that he wanted to get water for him, but he suddenly looked up. His eyes were a little red, and he looked at an Cheng like that.

"Two little ones?"

"Did you hear Ann Cheng?"

"What..."

"In her mind, I'm still an unforgettable bastard. She said that the publicity has passed. She said that she would let me not appear again. She didn't want to see me. She still didn't want to see me. An Cheng, tell me, what does this woman think in her mind? How can she not be satisfied with my low voice coaxing her to treat her well? Which woman have I ever done this to? What else does she want... "

Meng shaoting said quickly. At the end of the speech, he was a little unable to breathe. He got up and coughed violently, which made his face turn red. He bent down and tugged at his chest, as if five zang organs and six lungs were about to cough out like this

"Young master, I will take you to the hospital. You have a bad cough!"

When an Cheng saw that he was almost out of breath, he was in a panic. He started his car and turned it around to go to the hospital. Meng shaoting was gradually breathing steadily. He reached out to stop him and shook his head wearily: "go back, I want to go back."

An Cheng dare not disobey his meaning. He drives the car silently. In the rearview mirror, he sees Meng shaoting sitting like that, motionless. He doesn't look back. His eyes are indifferent, like the people who live there. It has nothing to do with him at all.

Jingzhi stood at the window until the car left. She closed the curtain silently. She changed her clothes and took a bath quietly. Then she made a cup of tea for herself. She felt sleepless, so she took the book to the window and opened a lamp to look at it silently.