Don't move the power young baby wife

Chapter 346 Happiness
On the way back, Mi Jia was relatively silent, just staring at the passing scenery outside the car window without saying a word.

Cheng Yue reached out and turned on the music in the car. It was soft piano music. In fact, he didn't understand music. These two CDs were given by Xia Yiyuan before, saying that pregnant women who listen to more soft music like this can benefit Prenatal education, he was careful, so he brought it to the car.

Hearing the music, Mi Jia also turned her head slowly, a little surprised, looked at him and asked, "Where did the music come from?" She had ridden in this car many times, but this was the first time she heard music.

Cheng Yue smiled and said, "I wished to give me two CDs before, and said they were for pregnant women to listen to."

Hearing this, Mi Jia remembered the woman she saw in the army before, wearing a military uniform and looking heroic.

A faint smile curled up on his lips, he looked at Cheng Yue and said, "Thank her for me."

Cheng Yue nodded, glanced at her, and smiled at her.

Turning her head to look outside again, Mi Jia suddenly said, "Cheng Yue, take me to the cemetery, I want to see grandma and mother."

Cheng Yue nodded, still carefully watching the road ahead, but slowly changed the car's route to another route.

Outside the cemetery, Miya and the others bought two bouquets of flowers. They went to grandma first, and put the flowers in front of the tombstone. Cheng Yue glanced at Miya beside him, guessing that she might want to talk to grandma alone, so he went He took the initiative to go forward and took away the withered bouquet that was placed in front of the tombstone before, and said, "I'm going to throw the flowers away."

Miya nodded, fixed her eyes on the photo of grandma on the tombstone, and stepped forward to gently wipe off the dust on the photo.

How long has it been? It feels like yesterday when grandma left, but if I really count the time carefully, it has been almost four months, so fast that people feel a little overwhelmed.

Looking at the photo, Mitya sighed softly, and said softly to himself, "Grandma, I seem to have changed, I thought I would hate that person for the rest of my life, but today I feel that I have always loved him in my heart." I don't know when his hatred has slowly disappeared, but I feel a little sorry when he looked at me this morning, with that lonely look in his eyes." While speaking, Miya laughed a little self-deprecatingly, and lightly He murmured softly, "I should have hated him..."

But looking at him like that, she felt sorry for him, sympathized with him and loved him dearly.

Looking up at the sky, today's weather is as good as yesterday, blue sky, white clouds, and bright and warm sunshine. Although it is winter, the temperature today does not seem too low. Wearing a coat Wearing a thick scarf at this moment made Miya even feel a little hot.

Loosening the thick scarf, Mijia looked at the grandmother Mijia on the tombstone and continued to talk about his depression and changes in his mood during this period of time, no matter what he said, just like his grandmother was alive. The same, the two sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted, but the difference was that someone would answer before, but now she can only talk to herself constantly.

While talking, Mitya suddenly stopped, staring at the photo for a while, she was speechless. She thought of grandma's death again. It seemed that no matter how long it had passed, the day when grandma passed away, every time she thought of it, her heart would always be It's going to be hard once.

Seeing this, Cheng Yue, who had been watching her not far away, stopped hiding in other places and waited for her to calm down. He walked out from under the tree and walked towards her. tears, opened his mouth but pretended not to see anything and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Hearing this, Mi Jia raised his hand to touch his face, pretending to be surprised, and acted lamely in front of him, "Yes, yes, why, why did I cry suddenly." While speaking, he raised his hand to He wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately.

Seeing him staring at him, Mijia randomly made excuses for himself, and said, "Maybe, maybe it's because the wind is strong here, and sand got into my eyes." He smiled awkwardly as he spoke.

Cheng Yue didn't poke it, but when she reached out to wipe her tears again, he reached out to hold her hand one step ahead of her, and the deep voice was as soft as possible, and the voice rang in her ear, "I'll come .” He hated her for wiping her own eyes red with such force.

He stretched out his fingers and gently wiped her face, gently wiping away the tears that were still hanging on her face, but the thin calluses left over from training lightly touched Miya's face, which was slightly Some itchy feeling.

Miya's eyes were fixed on his face, and there was always a rare tenderness on that resolute expression when facing her. Every time she looked at her, she felt that in his eyes she was the one who was most precious and loved the most. Cherishing the person she loves, this feeling is particularly beautiful, so beautiful that she can't help but want to sink.

Seeing her fascinated by looking at him, Cheng Yue caressed her face and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Mitya come back to his senses, just shook his head and smiled at him, "It's nothing."

She didn't want to say, so he didn't ask, Cheng Yue took her shoulders again and walked towards the tombstone of Miya's parents, which was not too far away.

Then he put aside the flowers he just bought at the door, but this time he didn't take the bunch of withered flowers away by the way, but stood by Mitya's side again.

Maybe it's because of the time we spent together. Compared with grandma, Mi Jia only got along with her parents for a few short years, while grandma has been with her for more than ten years, so even if they are parents, the relationship between them The relationship between them will still be much worse.

After standing in front of the tomb for a long time, Mijia finally turned around and left the cemetery without saying anything.

Cheng Yue took the bunch of withered flowers out smoothly.

Holding her hand tightly in his arms, Cheng Yue could feel a lot of sweat from Miya's palm, but the temperature of his hand was still very cold.

He stopped suddenly, looked at the scarf in her hand, reached for it, and wrapped it around her empty neck again.

Then without saying anything, he directly pulled her hand over and put it in his coat pocket, holding her hand tightly upwards to transfer all the warmth of his palm to her, and then took a step forward, just like that He held her hand tightly and walked forward.

Sometimes happiness does not need to be explained or expressed with many words. Maybe it is just a very simple action, which may make people around you feel that faint and warm feeling.

Miya didn't speak either, and let him hold his hand tightly and put it in his pocket, leaning slightly towards his side.

(End of this chapter)