Chapter 291

"Ping Ping? What's the difference? " An Cheng squeezed out from the crowd in the next stall. He was sweating and still had a lot of things in his hand. Seeing Ping Ping standing there, he couldn't help being in a hurry. The things in his hands fell to the ground. He rushed to her and shook her. His eyes were cracked: "Ping Ping! What are you stupid about, young master? Didn't I ask you to sit with him and wait for me? Where did he go? "

Ping Ping's tears rolled in her eyes. For a long time, she cried out, "an Cheng, it's not the same I, I will let him stand beside me. Within half a minute, he will be gone... "

"Why do you cry! Do you want to find it? Where can he go as a child? " An Cheng is mad. He pushes Ping Ping and pushes the crowd to shout different names. But this night market is the best time for business. There are people and cars everywhere. Little children are only three years old. They are looking for needles in a haystack. Where can they go?

Not far away, there was a black m.b.h., like a dormant beast in the bright but dark night..

The burly man sat in the back seat, his thin black windbreaker set off a very gloomy and cold face, but at this time, his lips had a gentle arc, like a slight smile, his eyes down, but covered in a small child's face.

"Who are you?" The child's curiosity is exuberant. He stares at the man with big and beautiful eyes and doesn't know how to be afraid.

"You don't know me, I do." Meng Shao Chien's smile was deeper, and he even reached out his hand to touch the different faces: "I not only know you, but also know your father."

"You are a liar," he said The milk voice and the milk spirit, under the childishness but also exudes some kind of cardiotonic taste.

"I'm an adult. Adults don't cheat children." Meng Shao Chien smiled and asked the driver to drive.

"Really? Then tell me, who is my father? "

"Then, would you believe me?"

"I believe you, will you let me see dad?"

"Of course."

Children don't have so many twists and turns, and they don't know what the heart of prevention is. It's like if someone wants to give him delicious candy, he will immediately promise to go with others.

"Well, I believe you."

"Then listen to me, don't cry, don't quarrel. If you can do it, you and dad will come back to see you. If you don't, you and dad won't come back."

"Really? Just be obedient? "

"It's true, of course, and you call me uncle from now on, remember?"

“…… OK, but you can't cheat children. You have to hook me. "

Not with a small hand out, Meng Shao graben a Zheng, immediately smile, "well, to pull the hook."

One big one small two hands gently hook together, the child childish voice rings in the carriage, but it brings out some ordinary warmth that people yearn for.

This is her child.

Meng Shaoqian thought in his heart, and his eyes were tender.

The car moved forward smoothly, and soon disappeared into the darkness, as if the fish were in the sea, without any trace.

Empty room, empty heart.

For three days without eating or drinking, there was no pain at all. She just lay so quietly, at first she would shed tears, but on the third day, there were no tears. She opened her empty eyes and looked at the ceiling, holding her favorite little toy. Except for the few inaudible breaths, her eyelashes would tremble slightly, and she could hardly feel this person alive With.

No one dares to disturb her, no one dares to come in suddenly, no one dares to face the bright eyes when she rises up with strong hope and the dark eyes that look like dead grey when she learns that there is still no news.

The garden seems to be silent. The continuous autumn rain has spread for three days, but it hasn't stopped. Canglan Pavilion seems to be crying. If the Banyue pan style she lives in is isolated from the rest of the world, from time to time, there will be autumn wind rolling the Indus leaves and falling on the small balcony on the second floor. When the glass door is closed, the veil will wind quietly on the floor, and the wooden floor will be moved around When it makes a subtle creak, the sound of the wall clock becomes more and more abrupt, which makes people upset.

He couldn't help but rush into her room after Ping took the meal out again.

"Quiet!" His voice was hoarse, his cheeks were emaciated, his cheekbones were some towering, he didn't even shave his stubble, his eyes were covered with red blood, and the whole man seemed to be out of shape.

"If you don't eat or drink like this, you will die sooner or later!"

He moves some rudeness, pulls her from the bed, is angry and heartache, she is torturing oneself, but is torturing him more!

Jingzhi's eyes moved slightly, and her dry lips seemed to wriggle for a while, but she turned her face after all and didn't say a word.

"If you die and are not found by me, he will not have a mother. Fu Jingzhi, you are so cruel. That's how you love your son who regards life as his life?"

The thin and steep body in his arms suddenly shook. Her lips twitched and her face muscles twitched strangely. After a few movements, tears finally fell down. He saw her crying and felt a little relieved. He was really worried about her. He worried that she was holding it all the time. Before she came back, she would have an accident first!

"What do you want me to do? You let me eat, but I can't eat at all. He's only three years old. What can he do if he is abducted and sold to some ravine or beat to be disabled to beg? How could he stand it if he didn't suffer a little bit and get hit by a finger? Then the little child is the flesh that falls from me. Why not I go to suffer for him, and why should he? "

Jingzhi sobs, grabs his shirt finger and unconsciously tightens it, but her tears are like floodwater, which can't be dealt with. Who can understand the pain and worry in her heart? Without being a mother, there is no way to realize the pain that almost cuts open the heart. She is different, small and lovely. If she really can't see each other again from now on, she has to face the separation of mother and son. What's the meaning even if she is still alive?

"Be quiet, calm down, will you listen to me?" He pressed her shoulders, which were shaking with excitement, and looked into her eyes.

"What you said, I swear to you, I promise you, will never become a fact. If you don't ask me to help you find it, even if you dig for three feet, trust me to be quiet and trust me, will you? What do you want him to do if he doesn't come back and you have an accident? He's only three years old. He can't live without his mother! Calm down and cheer up. You still need to help me find the difference. If you continue to lie down without eating or drinking, I will be distracted and take care of you. I can't fully devote myself to find the difference. So, for the sake of the difference, will you not continue like this? "

"But I can't eat. I really don't want to eat at all. Shao Ting, don't make me It's been three days. Where else can I find it? " Her voice became lower and lower, and gradually became almost silent.

Seeing her like this, Meng shaoting's heart, apart from her heartache, is suffering from unspeakable loss. She only knows that she torments herself for different reasons. But she once thought that her torment behavior fell into his eyes. What would he do? What would he do if she collapsed? What would he do if she died?

She has never included him in all her considerations. From beginning to end, there is only one thing in her world that is different from Shaoxuan. Even if she forgets Shaoxuan now, she still has no him. Her happiness is not because of him, nor her sorrow is because of him. Maybe, she has never thought about what he would think when she does anything.

Yes, like a person is not just to return, but has been ignored and rejected, will eventually feel frustrated.

"Think about it for yourself. I have to go out with them in an city to look for it. If I am in a city, I will be found sooner or later. If I want to go out of the city, I will not leave any trace. It's quiet. It's not in my hands. I will find him for you no matter what I think."

He said, turned around and walked out. When he passed Ping Ping, he said, "tell the kitchen to cook soup all the time. If she has an appetite, she will bring it in immediately."

Ping Ping nodded with red eyes. Seeing Meng shaoting's face haggard, she couldn't help saying: "second young master, you haven't had a rest for three days. Anyway, you should also have a rest. Let an Cheng go first..."

Meng shaoting waved. "I'm ok. You take good care of her. I'm leaving."

He opened the door and went out. Jingzhi suddenly called out his name gently. He turned around and saw her and stopped looking at him. After a long time, he heard her voice: "Shao Ting, take good care of yourself and don't be too tired."

His heart trembled, and the loss that had just come to his heart was swept away. She could easily bring him to heaven and hell with only one word. Even if he knew that she didn't think of him actively, but heard Ping Ping's words, just remembered that she was not the only one who suffered in the past three days.

But just so, he was satisfied.

"I see. You need to wake up quickly and eat something. Don't let me be busy outside and worry about you. Do you know?"

Jingzhi nods gently, half a room away, but the warmth turns in a little pocket. Her heart gradually grows a bit of self blame and heartache. She only cares about her own suffering, but forgets the pain of his running outside. If it's not for Pingping, she doesn't know that he hasn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights.

Even the iron man can't bear it. She has some heartache. She secretly thinks that when she doesn't come back together, she will have a long talk with him and tell him what she thinks. She's not hard-hearted, she is Care about him.

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw an Cheng waiting anxiously downstairs. As soon as I saw him coming down, I immediately met him. Meng shaoting knew that he had something to say, and signaled him to go out of the small building. He just asked, "what's the matter?"

"Er Shao, there's something strange about this. One of my brothers made friends with a young man who was drunk yesterday. I heard that young man say that it's the same as..."

An Cheng looks at Meng shaoting uneasily, but he is facing his sharp eyes: "say!"

An Cheng immediately replied, "yes, No

"Stop talking."