I forget you in the depths of time

Chapter 150 His Change
"Why are you sitting here alone, don't you know that you can't blow the cold wind for too long now?" The mellow voice came slowly, and the cold wind whizzed by my ears.

Song Qingyue followed the prestige, and the man stood against the light, his face was blurred, and his dark eyes were shining brightly against the warm sun.

Her ears were frozen, she stood up bluntly and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Shaohan told me that you are in the hospital." Shen Yichen took off the scarf naturally, and wrapped the scarf around her neck with his body temperature and cold fragrance.

Even through the high fur collar, Song Qingyue felt the warmth scald her skin.

Rubbing her hands together, she covered her ears, "Is it better?"

Song Qingyue blushed, pulled his hand and walked out, "Let's go!"

When walking out, the hand was held by someone.

When the cold hands were wrapped in warmth, Song Qingyue's heart trembled slightly, and there were extremely slight ripples.

"Why didn't you ask me to come with you when you came to the obstetric examination?"

"I just suddenly remembered and came here for a checkup."

In fact, they had already set a date for regular check-ups, and today they came here suddenly. She watched the baby in her stomach take shape little by little, and her heart became softer and softer.

"Have you signed up for the pregnancy class?"

"Well, you don't need to go in the early stage, it's just Dad's individual training. If you don't feel tired in the later stage, you can go with me to participate."

"I'm not going, I'm a doctor myself, I know how to take care of the baby, why do I need to spend money to go to the class?"

"It's true." Shen Yichen replied with a smile, his eyes were light and warm.

He took Song Qingyue into the car and drove to Zhenxiu Pavilion.

After entering the separate box, Shen Yichen had already ordered the food.

He said, "Next week, you will accompany me to the orphanage."

Song Qingyue paused the hand holding the chopsticks, without looking up, "What are you doing there?"

"It's also your home in the past, I'll accompany you back to have a look, and bring some gifts for the children in the orphanage to celebrate the New Year."

"Don't worry, I have asked Fu Rong to arrange the clothes and gifts."

"Actually, you don't need to do these things." Song Qingyue said sullenly.

He hooked the corners of his lips, smiled and said nothing, and put the fish into her bowl, "I asked the chef to shave the fish, it was just delivered today, try it, it should be very tender."

"Oh…"

She looked at the extra fish in the bowl, hesitated for a moment, lowered her head and ate the fish in silence.

"Shen Yichen, are you doing all this for the child in my womb or... me?"

After not hearing the other party's answer for a long time, Song Qingyue raised her clear eyes in doubt.

Unexpectedly, it ran into his eyes, deep and long, with a dark and floating light in the depths of the pupils.

"How...how?"

"What do you want me to say? I said it was for the child, and you would be sad; I said it was for you, but you didn't believe it. You gave me a difficult problem, and I still can't find the most suitable answer."

Song Qingyue was embarrassed, and Shen Yichen wiped out her awkward temper.

She honestly lowered her head to eat and dared not speak anymore. When she thought she would never get an answer from Shen Yichen again, she suddenly heard him say, "If it's just for the sake of the child, I don't need to bother so much. It's just the child, who is it?" It’s all right, as long as I want it, I’m not afraid of not having it.”

"I treat you well and care about my child, just because he is your and my child, with your and my blood flowing."

The hand holding the chopsticks tightened suddenly, Song Qingyue bit her lips and remained silent.

Walking through the waterside buildings and coming out of the Zhenxiu Pavilion, the digestion is almost gone.

Shen Yichen thoughtfully helped her open the car door, and after she got in the car, Shen Yichen waited a while before getting in the car.

"The Chinese New Year is less than half a month away. Do you want to go back to your hometown or stay at the Shen family to spend it with grandpa?"

"Accompany grandpa. I haven't spent much time with grandpa during Chinese New Year these years."

He murmured, a man who was already a man of few words now had nothing to say.

After returning home, Song Qingyue went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes, while Shen Yichen sat on the sofa and looked at his mobile phone.

An unfamiliar mobile phone number sent him a few photos.

Apart from those with Tang Shaohan, there is also Jin Jingyu's.

What she said was to meet Jin Jingyu behind her back?

Shen Yichen laughed mockingly, it seems that his little wife has been very restless recently, eager to climb out of the wall?
Did he treat Song Qingyue too well and tolerate him recently, that's why she dared to fool herself like this?

After deleting those photos, my eyes were gloomy.

After Song Qingyue took a shower, she stayed alone in the bedroom without going downstairs, lying in a daze.

Shen Yichen was very kind to her, it was a fantasy she had expected in the past, but now that it has come true, she felt more apprehensive than joyful.

Every choice should follow one's own mind, so what if she can't even figure out her own mind?

She stayed alone until evening when Shen Yichen came to knock on the door.

"Qingyue, come down to eat."

He responded in a panic, and crawled out of bed.

As soon as he stepped into the restaurant, he saw a table of dishes on the table, and Shen Yichen just came out with soup.

She was surprised, "You did it? Where's Auntie?"

"Her daughter-in-law is due to give birth in the next few days, and I gave her a vacation."

So all the things she ate during this time were made by Shen Yichen himself?
Song Qingyue felt terrified, and was dragged by Shen Yichen to sit on the dining chair.

I have to say that his cooking skills are very good, even better than the cooking skills she has learned systematically, and the meals she makes are quite delicious, and even she, who has a strong morning sickness reaction, will not feel sick after eating it.

"This soup is relatively light and not greasy, but it is very nutritious. You should drink more." Shen Yichen said while serving the soup to her, "I will take you out for a walk after eating, don't always be bored at home."

Song Qingyue was very well-behaved throughout the whole process, allowing him to fiddle with her.

Song Qingyue obediently ate all the dishes he picked up. Her appetite tonight was better than usual, and she ate a little more, which made Shen Yichen very satisfied.

After dinner, he collected the bowls and chopsticks and took them to the kitchen. For a nobleman like Shen Yichen, cooking a meal is already at his limit, so don't ask him to wash the dishes.

He just put the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, and quickly got into the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a bath, he dragged her out. Shen Yichen didn't intend to drive, so he took her hand and walked slowly out of Lishui City.

"Watching a movie?"

"..." Is watching a movie something that Shen Yichen would do?
He really did it, not only did it, but also patiently accompanied her to watch a movie that she thought was funny and Shen Yichen found it extremely boring.

Sitting in the movie theater, only the faint light and shadow of the big screen projected on her fair and tender face, the light was reflected in her clear eyes, and the shallow light flowed.

She watched the movie intently, Shen Yichen watched her intently, and squeezed her hand tightly.

It seems... this movie is not as vulgar as imagined.

Laughter came from around from time to time. Seeing the smile on her face, Shen Yichen seemed to be affected by her too. The corners of the cold lips raised slightly and formed a shallow arc, and the cold and hard edges gradually became gentle.

When the movie was over, there were a lot of people and the flow of people was in a hurry. He was afraid of bumping into Song Qingyue, so he pulled her to sit until the people were almost gone, then he got up with Song Qingyue and walked out of the theater slowly.

Bincheng is located in the south, even in the deep winter, it is difficult to see the scene of snow melting.

The most recent heavy snowfall should have been ten years ago. In the deep winter of Song Qingyue's first year in Shen's house, there was a heavy snowfall, which covered the whole city.

The hot air from his mouth turned into white mist when it was cold, and Shen Yichen took her hand and put it in his coat pocket.

"Brother, brother ~ buy a branch of flowers for sister!"

The corner of Shen Yichen's Yiyi was held by a little girl, and the little girl's crisp and sweet voice was especially clear in the winter night.

Wearing shofar braids, the clothes on his body are old and his face is a little dirty.

Song Qingyue knew that Shen Yichen had a certain degree of cleanliness, without his permission, he didn't like others touching his things, or approaching him, and just wanted to smooth things over and pull the little girl away.

I heard him say, "Okay, I bought all your flowers."

As he spoke, he let go of the hand that was holding Song Qingyue, and took out the wallet from his pocket with his left hand.

Song Qingyue was so generous that he gave the money to the little girl, but only took a rose from the flower basket.

"Brother, it won't take so much money..."

"It's okay, the extra money will be used as a brother to buy you gifts."

Song Qingyue looked at the soft-spoken Shen Yichen from the side, with a depressed expression on her face.

When did he become so kind?The tenderness in the long and narrow phoenix eyes almost overflowed.

"Brother, I'll give you all this basket of flowers."

Shen Yichen didn't want it, and just handed the taken rose to Song Qingyue, "No need, my brother only has one sister, so only one rose is enough."

He pressed the little girl's head affectionately and chuckled, "Okay, let's go home."

The neon lights of the street were colorful and beautiful, and the light spots fell on his forehead, then slid to the bridge of the nose, and finally fell on the thin lips glistening with water.

Song Qingyue's heart beat wildly several times, her cheeks were slightly hot.

Looking at the back of the little girl who was walking away, Song Qingyue frowned slightly, "You will hurt her if you give her so much money, she is still so young and has no ability to protect herself, what if she is targeted by someone with evil intentions? "

"Don't worry, I will arrange for someone to watch her go home."

"..." what?Did Shen Yichen still arrange someone?
He looked at Song Qingyue, with a slight smile on his lips, "Okay, it's getting late, let's go home."

The two stood facing each other, Shen Yichen was holding the light behind his back, Song Qingyue was facing him, the neon lights on the street corner were reflected in her eyes, and her eyes were as bright as stars.

The warm orange street lamp enveloped her in warm and hazy light, and she stood as if she would glow.

"Shen Yichen, don't be like this, okay?" With you like this, how can I hate you for granted...

"What's wrong with me?"

"You shouldn't be like this, I don't want to see you like this..." She lowered her eyelashes desolately, casting a shallow silhouette on the eye socket.

"Don't you want to go? If I don't do this, how can you not be willing to go?"

He said with a sigh, "You have been pregnant for more than three months, and the baby will be born in a few months. I think it would be a wonderful thing to conceive a child with you and watch him grow up. It’s something that makes people happy.”

Song Qingyue stared at him for a while, then suddenly stretched out her hands, holding his cheeks with both hands.

Looking at him seriously, "You succeeded, I can't get rid of you, you are too despicable."

As she said, she rolled her eyes, "I still can't let you go completely."

He tore off Song Qingyue's hand, "Go home, Mrs. Shen?"

"Ah."

The street lamps stretch the shadows infinitely, making it warm and peaceful.

Back home, at the door of the house, Shen Yichen and Song Qingyue saw Shen Qingzong waiting at the door, Song Qingyue was startled, and called out, "Grandpa, it's so late, why are you here?"

It's almost ten o'clock now, is there something important for Shen Qingzong to come over?
Song Qingyue noticed sensitively that Shen Qingzong's complexion didn't seem very good-looking, and when she saw her, she just smiled reluctantly, "Oh, I'm here to talk to Yichen about something."

(End of this chapter)