C31

After dinner.

Song morning lying on the table to do homework, from time to time to look downstairs, in a look at Song leisurely crackling on the keyboard.

"Mommy, that uncle is still downstairs..."

Song Youran looks down.

The glass window is a little confused by the rain wash, the man standing under the street lamp, the figure is shrouded in the light, some white shrouded.

I always look at her coldly, I don't know when it has faded away in my memory.

Slowly, she became a gentle young man whom she adored for many years.

The time flows leisurely, does not leave the trace under him, only lets him become calm and silent.

"Write it."

Song Youran takes back his eyes and continues to do the work on his head.

Try to let yourself not to care about that person.

From time to time, there were people passing by, whispering about the man standing in the rain with an umbrella.

He didn't fit in with this humble place.

People from the past stopped to talk about it.

People like Xie Jingchuan will become the focus no matter where they are.

It's raining harder and harder.

Time is also passing by.

Around gradually quiet down.

At midnight.

The sound of rain in my ears.

The uncle snores next door to the rental room. The full-term baby upstairs seems to wake up hungry and cry.

The little guy with regular work and rest is lying on the table with his eyes dripping and looking at Song Youran. Obviously, he wants to ask, but he has to pretend to be very sensible.

Bear it hard.

But he refused to go to sleep.

Song leiran closed his notebook, "go to bed after going to the toilet."

"I'll be with mommy."

Song morning straightened up his small waist, saying that he was not sleepy at all, "tomorrow is Saturday, no class I can stay with mommy a little later today

Song leisurely rubbed his head, "if you don't sleep well, you won't be tall."

The little guy looked at her with a sad face.

Like to continue to accompany her and grow up between the difficult choice.

"I'm sleeping, Mommy!"

The little guy jumped down from the stool, ran to the bathroom to go to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his teeth, changed his pajamas, and turned off the bedside lamp, he suddenly sat up with a quilt in his arms, "that Uncle I'm not curious at all, really. "

The little guy finished, and without waiting for her answer, he went to sleep with his head covered.

Not two minutes.

He snored softly.

It's fast to pretend to be sleeping.

Song Youran arranges the translation documents in hand, and the little guy's breath has gradually stabilized, and he is really asleep.

She turned off the lamp and stood in front of the window for a moment.

The man is still there.

The umbrella couldn't stop the wind and rain. The clothes were wet for the most part. The autumn rain was cold and cold to the bone. A little night wind came through the window cracks, instantly sobering song leisurely.

She took a dry towel, threw it out of the window, and lay down next to the little guy.

It's late.

But I couldn't sleep.

I've seen this man for a long time.

Long enough to make her feel that without him, she can live well.

Time is the best medicine.

Can not tell is gradually forgotten, or day after day of self paralysis.

But as soon as this appears.

Even if nothing is done, it is enough for her to weave the peace and stability for such a long time, and collapse completely.

The little guy next to him didn't know what he had dreamt of. He kicked the quilt.

What's in your mouth.

Song Youran approached and heard him say, "Dad I have a father

"Dad..."

She tucked the little guy in and hugged him gently.

The little guy doesn't understand why two people are together and why they have babies.

But has begun to look forward to, she can protect her people, always intentionally or unintentionally, mention the next door cooking delicious uncle, school has a voice super beautiful male teacher.

Song Youran closes his eyes.

In my mind, gradually only standing in the rain Xie Jingchuan.

I don't know how.

In the next few days, no matter where song Youran takes the little guy, he will meet that person.

He's not far from them.

Song Youran doesn't look at him, but his eyes are always attracted by him.

For days on end.

He showed up downstairs.

But anyone who knows the little guy can tell at a glance that the relationship between the man and them is extraordinary.

When the landlady collected the rent, she couldn't help mentioning it.

Ask her if this man was cheating before?

Waiting for her to answer.

The landlady said, "this man is too good-looking, it is easy to have this kind of problem."

When song Youran came, he was a man with a big stomach. After giving birth to the baby, he was raised by himself. At first, he couldn't even hold a child. His neighbors helped the church.

She said nothing about the little guy's father.

Now this man is here.

One is more curious than the other.

Song Youran is embarrassed to see off the landlady.

Finally, she couldn't bear the man who appeared in front of her every day and decided to go downstairs and talk to him.

The weather is fine today.

Pale gold sun pass on the street.

Song Youran walks up to him, thinking about how to open his mouth every step. She looks at the man and feels familiar and strange.

But before she could say a word, she was hugged by him.

Xie Jingchuan's voice rang in her ear.

"Song you ran, you win."