Pick up a wife and send a baby

Ye Yuxin was taken aback by her husband's contrasting behavior, seeing that his white shirt and white suit pants had been splashed with dirty mud, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead. [] He didn't stop until the stone stool was brought down by him, and he took out a small black iron box from below.Standing up and putting the box on the stone table, he pulled her to another stone bench and sat down, smiling faintly at her:

"I promise not to laugh at me, so I'll give it to you!" Ye Yuxin tilted his head in doubt, and subconsciously nodded.Yang Mu lifted up the fallen stone stool and sat down himself.

At this moment, he was covered in filth, but he had a hearty smile on his face.He looked very much like a big boy who had just come home from the field, mischievous and mischievous, waiting for his mother to beat him with a cane...

Yang Mu gently opened the small iron box, and there were a few very simple small objects inside... a broken pacifier, a broken small paintbrush, two little finger rings folded from green branches, which had turned dark yellow at this time, and one A photo of a little boy about five years old. The little boy in the photo is very dirty, with a small pacifier in his mouth...

Yang Mu first took out the pacifier and the photo, put the pacifier next to the mouth of the dirty little boy in the photo, and said with a smile: "I was very dirty when I was young, and since I can remember, only this little pacifier has accompanied me. It I will never abandon me, but I abandoned it when I was five years old! In my memory, only my father’s broad arms, but my mother never hugged me! I have never been to kindergarten, and my sister-in-law Dressed me up as a little adult and took me directly to primary school..."

Yang Mu took out the broken paintbrush again, held it gently in his hand, still smiling, but his eyes flickered: "I have always longed for my mother's love, and I remember the first time I painted, it was the father and mother who painted. , I was a little me... When I took the painting to my mother, she tore the drawing paper to pieces, and then broke my brush! From then on, I don’t draw anymore! The broken brush is in my Memory, that painting was also crushed by my mother in memory..."

Ye Yuxin's heart throbbed in pain, and he tremblingly wanted to touch Yang Mu's hand holding the pen, but he let go, and picked up the last two things, the pair of rings that could break at the touch of a finger!

"You..." Yang Mu stretched out the disfigured ring in his hand to Ye Yuxin's eyelids, and smiled faintly: "This is me and Susan..."

Ye Yuxin opened his eyes wide, looking at the sadness that he couldn't hide, but also a layer of determination, and finally faced up to what was in his heart: "Sometimes dreams are always very beautiful, and I don't want to face reality until I wake up from the dream! Shan used to be me. Dreams are both sweet dreams and nightmares! I have loved, hated, chased and escaped madly...

New, I admit that I can't forget the past with Shan, even the painful end!She's having a bad time right now, and I can't just ignore it!All her misfortunes, I am the culprit, I must help her!

I know that these may be unfair to you, but you must believe that my heart belongs to you now!Actually...you are my real dream! !Your worries are actually what worries me the most...Xin, don't leave me! When Yang Mu stretched out his dirty hands again, Ye Yuxin didn't dodge any more, and quietly rested his head on his chest!

Kind as she is, she really feels sorry for his imperfect childhood and first love!But does she not mind that he has other women in his heart?Why can't the worry and doubt in my heart be resolved for a moment?

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