Addicted to Love: Baby, be good

After the wounds healed, the heart was torn by blood again.

Chuyu holds his chest with one hand. It's too painful

The pain is suffocating.

"Where is Shijie? I'm going to see him... "

Pei San Shao hugged her trembling body, bowed his head, and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "I'll take you."

Cemetery.

The cemetery area of Pei's family is guarded by special personnel.

The cold wind blows on my face like a knife.

The beginning of the language seems to feel no pain, tears across the face, was frozen tingling.

She walked numbly, step by step.

Pei sanshao supports her and is extremely worried. He cannot help praying in his heart.

Pray for Shijie in heaven to bless his mother.

Beside the tombstone of Grandpa Pei sanshao, there is a small tombstone.

It's a picture of a baby. The epitaph was written by Pei sanshao.

Tomb of beloved son.

There is no superfluous words. At this moment, Chu Yu can feel his sadness.

How high can we bear the pain of losing our beloved son?

In front of the tombstone is a bunch of white chrysanthemums.

In the cold wind, shivering wilt.

This is the fresh white chrysanthemum delivered by the tomb keeper on time every day. It's a bunch every day, rain or shine.

With the last few steps left, Chu Yu breaks free of Pei sanshao's hand and staggers to the tombstone.

Her legs softened and she knelt on the ground.

"Words..." Pei sanshao reaches out to help her, and she breaks away.

Her hands, shaking, cover the photo of Shijie. In the photo, he smiles brightly, showing his pink gums.

The eyebrows and eyes look like Pei sanshao.

This is her son, this is her Shijie

"Shijie, mom has come to see you." A word finish, the beginning language already choked cannot say a word.

She held the tombstone and put her head on the photo of Shijie. She couldn't cry herself.

Pei sanshao patted her back, his voice was hoarse and low: "Shijie, mom has come to see you. Are you happy? You must be very happy, right? You see, mom is going to cry for you. Shijie is a sensible and good child. He must be reluctant to let his mother cry for bad health, right? Shijie, would you advise her to stop crying? "

Her crying broke his heart

But she couldn't persuade her. She had to turn to Shijie for help.

Even though he knew it was just an extravagance.

"I'm sorry Shijie, I'm sorry for your mother. " Grief, pain to the depth, the beginning of a choking throat, the body to one side, spit out a blood.

Pei three little pupil constriction, "words!"

The moment before falling into darkness, Chu Yu hopes to be free from it.

…………

Islands.

Salty sea breeze, as if with the taste of tears in general.

Careful liver dodged Master Chu and sat on the beach, holding the waiter tightly in his arms.

The small head is buried in the small two's hairy hair, sobbing.

The wind sat beside her, heard her crying, anxiously around her, his mouth made a whimpering sound.

"Woof!"

The wind called twice, turned around and ran away.

In the research room, Master Chu is guarding the yanbaozi bed.

The hand that clenches tightly, moved slightly, Chu Young Master excitedly cried: "baozi, you wake up?"

Yan baozi opened his eyes weakly, blinked, and saw the Master Chu in front of him.

Her voice was soft and soft, with a little cry, "honey, hasn't the bun woke up yet?"

Master Chu pasted her hand on his handsome face and said softly, "Hans has checked it."