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Lin Luo tugged her hand, and said while grinning: "You are really a spoiled woman, whoever marries you, will definitely be spoiled bad by you. Wouldn't that make her a stupid, stupid sow with all four limbs? "You have to bear the burden of everything."

Mu Wenshu carried the chopsticks and bowl, and walked into the kitchen, "My woman, you only need to do one thing, and that is to love me wholeheartedly."

Lin Luo leaned on the kitchen door frame and asked: "What about Lu Qingli? If she can't let go of Xi Muyao and can't love you all, would you still love her and treat her well? "

Once she said that, Lin Luo immediately felt that it was unnecessary. If she didn't love him, Mu Wenshu wouldn't have waited so long for him. Even after knowing that she had married someone and given birth to a child, she still unreservedly accompanied Lu Qingli at her side.

Lin Luo laughed in embarrassment, then turned and left the kitchen.

Sitting on the sofa again, and still looking at Mu Wenshu's busy figure in the kitchen and the baby waving her hands around beside the crib, Lin Luo's heart was filled with an incomparable sense of loss.

Lin Luo sat on the soft sofa restlessly as if she was sitting on pins and needles. After Mu Wenshu finished washing the two bowls, she stood up and raised her voice: "Wenshu, I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first."

Mu Wenshu washed his hands and walked out of the kitchen, "Be careful on your way there."

Lin Luo nodded in disappointment, "Don't come out, your hands are still wet."

As expected, Mu Wenshu stood on the spot.

Lin Luo held onto the handle of the door, paused for a bit, and then closed the door and left.

Mu Wenshu shook the baby carriage, then immediately returned to the kitchen to wash the dishes, as though no one else had appeared in this house.

Men also have instincts. He could feel that Lin Luo had an undisguised favorable impression towards him, not to mention that he had once saved Lin Luo.

Women are emotional animals, and their standards of judging people and things are simple. They like them, or they don't like them.

Women always treat the man who saved them as a knight guarding a princess or a prince kissing a sleeping beauty. Such emotional judgment can easily blind women to make the wrong judgement.

For example, Lin Luo felt that she loved him.

This is wrong. Must be wrong.

Mu Wenshu thought that perhaps this was an illusion created by finding something on Xi Muyao that Lin Luo did not obtain.

People need to live to see what they want.

Mu Wenshu thought that Lin Luo had fallen into a strange circle of thought. What Lu Qingli had, she wanted to have, but she ignored the thing that she longed for the most in her heart. People, do not always go to crowd out, calculate others, learn from others, can better improve themselves, but is not curious, explore, diligently imitate others, look at their own path, own scenery, think about their own problems, do not always stare at others how others are, always envy the brilliance of others, envious of others, dark is their own heart, wear down their own time, is their own personality. She didn't need to resort to any means to obtain an objective evaluation of the matter. Everything was done in the future. Being a good person, having a clear conscience, being reliable and happy was enough.

Life was hurried, although 'the morning sky is like snow' was an exaggeration, but no one could keep time. Looking back at the old age, there would always be dozens of instantaneous moments of emotion, how many people in the world could see the blue sea changing into a mulberry fields? With the billowing clouds of smoke, who would be able to keep their love forever? All living things were just passing by in a hurry in the vast universe, even the sun, moon and stars could not last forever. In an instant, all of his experiences were nothing more than a cloud of smoke.

This was the preface to many of the books written by Fu Huiya, and was also the sentence that she understood the most.

There are no obstacles in the world, no good is worth you to stay coveting.

On the road of life, the only way to stop is to go to the Immortal World and stop at a beautiful moment.

But no one would dare say that what you have encountered is the best thing in your life. because we haven't reached the end of the world yet,

Lu Qinghuan closed the book in her hand and looked at the name Fu Huiya on the spine. It was easier said than done. If everyone thought that way, then everyone's life would be dull and boring. What was so interesting about this world? Why did she come to this world?

Life is because of its unknown and unpredictable nature, as well as different people face different problems to make different choices rich and colorful, fun.

Lu Qinghuan really wanted to ask Fu Huiya: All these years, have you thought about us two sisters? Or do you really have no desire, even to the point of looking down on kinship?

It's just that this question was only made up to Lu Qinghuan. Since Fu Huiya had a heart attack, why would she bother about such a question?

The answer might not be the one he wanted to hear, and he might not even be able to get her answer. Lu Qinghuan did not care, what happened in the past was already in the past, and things that happened in the past would not come back to her.

Whether she wanted to or not, Lu Qinghuan had already accepted and acknowledged that Fu Huiya was her mother.

When Fu Huiya woke up, she saw the book that Lu Qinghuan had not put down yet. She smiled shyly: "These are all books that were written in the past."

She carefully examined the title of the book in Lu Qinghuan's hands, then said: "That was my writing."

Lu Qinghuan raised the book in her hands and took an extra look at it. This was the book she had randomly picked up from the bookshelf. "So you're a writer."

Fu Huiya used both hands to prop herself up, but Lu Qinghuan immediately walked over and placed the book in his hands on the bedside, adding a soft pillow behind Fu Huiya's back to let her lean more comfortably.

Fu Huiya smiled as she said her thanks and picked up the book Lu Qinghuan had placed on the bed, flipping through a few pages at random, "Un, every time I write a book, I feel that I've matured a bit. As my comprehension grows, my experience increases more and more, becoming more and more thorough. Today, I won't go back to my previous work. Only one was left in the bookcase. The other books are no longer suitable for my current state of mind. Only this book is the level and depth at which I come to understand stagnation. "

"This book was written two years ago. "Since you're a writer, why don't you go on with it? Maybe you'll have a better understanding of it." Lu Qinghuan asked curiously.

Fu Huiya heaved a long sigh, and returned the book to Lu Qinghuan, "I can't write anymore, and I don't have time to write anymore."

Lu Qinghuan casually asked: "Aren't you staying at home to watch TV, chatting with a nanny to pass the time? No, I don't think you and Xiu Er have anything to talk about. After all, Xiu Er is just in her early twenties, the age who loves to watch TV dramas.

Fu Huiya nodded, "Yes, there is a generation gap! After all, the times are different, and the environment is also different. "

Fu Huiya lovingly and deeply looked at the book, then turned her head, and stopped looking at it.

Each book was her experience and memory, a representation of what had happened at different stages of her life and the state of mind at the time.

Fu Huiya had relied on the stimulation of her memories and reflection on reality to walk through most of her life.

Only now did he understand that seeing too much might not be a good thing. The rarest thing in life was being confused. Difficult to be confused! Because he couldn't see through it, he couldn't see it clearly. That was the reason for his endless joy.

Fu Huiya looked at her cute little daughter in a daze. Her sharp chin, baby fat cheeks, bright black eyes, small nose, and two exquisite long eyebrows were tied behind her head.

"I remember when you were a child your hair was yellow, but your sister's hair was black and shiny." Fu Huiya said in a clear voice.

Qinghuan opened her eyes slightly and blinked. She heard from Nanny Liu that once she was weaned, she was taken back to the Lu Family and she had never seen Fu Huiya again.

Qinghuan hesitated to speak, and said: "How do you know? "You …"

Fu Huiya smiled gently and caressed Qinghuan's face, "You only attended kindergarten at the age of four, and because of your small stature, you have been queuing up to leave school. You will always be the first girl to walk out of the school building. "Your skin is white, and your eyes are big. I wonder how many people are saying that you're adorable!"

Qinghuan felt her heart ache, and laughed reluctantly. "I don't remember."

"12 years old, you are in the fifth grade. That day, the driver went to school late, so you waited at the school gate. A boy suddenly ran towards you. I thought he was going to bully you, but he took out a box of candy or something from his school bag, put it in your arms, said a few words and ran away. "

"In the box are chocolates and folded hearts of colored paper. Opening them is a childish love letter. I have never told anyone, not even my sister and the Nanny Liu know about it. I kept the chocolate, and I threw the folded heart in the trash. " Lu Qinghuan began to sob, Fu Huiya had always been by her side, silently observing her every move.

How could he say that she didn't love him? If a mother didn't love her daughter, why would she follow behind her daughter and watch her grow up for so many years? All she wanted was to do her best in every shot of her growing up.

Lu Qinghuan tightly held onto the book in her hand, and lowered her head as she looked at it, "When I was fifteen, I was wearing a skirt and pulled down my schoolbag to cover my butt. I silently walked out of the school gate and got on the carriage to go home.

It was my first vacation, and I was bleeding. I was afraid I was going to die, so I didn't dare to sleep at noon. I hid in my room with toilet paper. He stuffed the dirty skirt under the bed, preventing the Nanny Liu from discovering it.

I went to school in the afternoon, and before the class was even over, the teacher called me out, pulled me into the bathroom, and taught me to wear my aunt's towel. "She said this before she left." Your mother is not easy. " At that time, I did not understand … " She could not forget this incident, she could still remember every detail clearly.

Lu Qinghuan put down the book and threw herself into Fu Huiya's embrace, hugging Fu Huiya's neck tightly and crying uncontrollably, "Mother … Mom... How can you be so heartless! "

Fu Huiya also silently shed tears, she hugged Lu Qinghuan tightly, and gently patted Lu Qinghuan's back, "Be good, good child, don't cry."

When Jian Yang came in, he saw a scene of a mother and daughter crying bitterly each other.

He coughed lightly and reminded her, "It's time for lunch."