Tong Xiaoman searched all the rooms and didn't find Tong Xiaolei. According to the servant, the baby was put into the corridor.
And Tong Xiaolei didn't even take his cell phone.
"Where do you think he can go? Can't it be that I said something about him that day, he was not happy and left directly? "
"Don't worry. He'll be fine. What else might he have to worry about?"
Just when Tong Xiaoman doesn't know where to look for Tong Xiaolei, Tong Xiaolei has appeared at the window of Mohist school.
Today is the weekend, Mo Yixin did not live in school, but went home.
After dinner, she stayed alone in her room, sitting at her desk, holding her chin for a long time.
Tong Xiaolei hides behind the window and quietly looks at Mo Yixin.
She is more beautiful than before, as if less childish, more mature girl flavor.
She took out a stack of drawings from her drawer, each of which was Tong Xiaolei.
Since Tong Xiaolei left, she would still think of him and draw on the paper.
Looking at these paintings every day, it seems that Tong Xiaolei has never left.
She took out her pencil again, spread out a new piece of paper and began to draw.
"Xinxin, have some fruit." Mo Yixin's mother Zhou Yiru comes in with a plate of fruit.
Mo Yixin immediately covered the paper, "Mom, why don't you come in without knocking?"
"I'm your mother. Do I have to knock when I enter your room?"
Zhou Yiru puts the fruit plate on Mo Yixin's table and finds that Mo Yixin looks strange.
She also found that she had been holding the paper and pencil in her hand.
"Xinxin, are you painting Tong Xiaolei again? Don't draw any more. He's dead. He can't come back! "
Zhou Yiru pulled her face down.
"It's my business. What does it have to do with you? Get out of here Mo Yixin is very unhappy.
Although she knows Tong Xiaolei is dead, she just doesn't allow anyone to mention it in front of her.
"Well, well, I'll go out! But, Xinxin, you can't come back to life after death. Besides, he has been away for so long, so let go of what should be put down. You are old and old. If you want to fall in love, just fall in love. Mom won't care about you. I think Xiaojie is very good. "
"Ma! Why are you so wordy! Get out of here Mo Yixin covers his ears and doesn't want to listen to his mother.
Zhou Yiru sighed silently and walked out of the room.
Mo Yixin spreads the paper again and looks at Tong Xiaolei, who has drawn half of his paintings, gently caresses him.
"Everyone says you're dead, but I think you're still alive, as if you'll come back one day."
Mo Yixin smiles at the paper and tears fall down. She takes out her pencil and continues to draw.
Tong Xiaolei hiding behind the window, looking at Mo Yixin, heartbroken.
Nearly two years, she still did not walk out of the shadow of her own death.
He should have told her, two people may have a little memory, but now nothing, Mo Yixin can keep, only these paintings.
Tong Xiaolei almost appeared from behind the window, but he knew that in this world he was dead and could not appear again.
Mo Yixin did not finish painting until 12 o'clock at night.
She contentedly put this latest painting together with many others, and then went to bed.
Tong Xiaolei pushed open the window and came in. He picked up Mo Yixin's paintings and looked at them one by one.
It's all him, just different expressions, different looks, different backgrounds, different movements.
Tong Xiaolei goes to bed and looks at Mo Yixin's sweet sleep. He leans down and kisses her lightly on her lips.
Mo Yixin smiles sweetly, "Xiao Lei, I knew you would come back."
She turned over and went on sleeping.
When Tong Xiaolei left, he took away all the paintings of Mo Yixin.
He returned to the crystal garden, Tong Xiaoman and Ou Zeye are waiting for him in the nursery.
"It's so late. Where have you been?"
"I've been out for a walk. I'm tired at home. It's very late. You two go to bed."
Tong Xiaoman saw the thing on Tong Xiaolei's hand at a glance, "what are you holding in your hand?"
Tong Xiaolei directly back to the painting behind him, "nothing, you go to sleep with your brother-in-law, tonight I sleep with my baby, tomorrow I will go."
Ou Zeye gives Tong Xiaoman a wink in a hurry.
"Well, if the baby is not obedient at night, you go to the next bedroom and call me."
"Well, I see."
Ou Zeye takes Tong Xiaoman by the hand and leaves the baby room.
"How do I think he's weird?"
"My cousin told me that since Xiaolei died, Xinxin has been in a bad state. She is always painting him one after another.""Xiaolei went to see Xinxin?" Tong Xiaoman was shocked.
"It's just a secret look, isn't it? Don't worry, Xiaolei is a proper child. " Ou Zeye patted Tong Xiaoman on the shoulder.
"It's all my fault. During this period of time, we were all too busy to see her. We ignored Xinxin and didn't go to see her."
As they spoke, they went back to the bedroom.
The next day Tong Xiaolei left.
A week later, Tong ranmeng's case was heard, together with Tong Fu's case.
Before the court session, art new international has released a statement that it has released the relationship with Tong ranmeng. They are also deeply saddened by Tong ranmeng's behavior and hope that all the artists of the company will take warning.
In addition, shangguanming also issued a statement that he and Tong ranmeng had dissolved their marriage relationship. Shangguanming even said that he would never help a heinous woman because of his marriage relationship and personal feelings.
This case has attracted much attention. A lot of reporters came on the day of trial, but this case is not open trial, so the media reporters just wait outside, waiting for the verdict.
Ou Zeye and Tong Xiaoman also came. As victims, they have the right to attend.
Knowing that there were too many people in front of the court, they entered directly through the back door.
The court is very quiet. Tong ranmeng sits in the dock with a big stomach. The scene looks very sad, but no one sympathizes with her.
Tong Xiaoman also saw Tong Fu, Tong Fu obviously a lot of old, hair almost all white.
Ou Zeye sat down with Tong Xiaoman.
According to the procedure, the judge began to read out the crimes of Tong ranmeng and Tong Fu.
"Your honor, I have something to say." Tong Fu raised his hand and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Yes, go ahead."
"The kidnapping was committed by me alone. It had nothing to do with my daughter. She didn't know about it in advance."
Tong Xiaoman looks at Tong Fu, thinking, if you change into yourself, will Tong Fu excuse himself like this?
Everyone is waiting for Tong ranmeng's answer.