Damn it. I'm married to the president!

Without waiting for Tan Yi to speak, Lu Yao opened his mouth, "Xiao Yi, forget it, no malice."

Tanyi step over, "even if there is no malice, also can't say such words, you don't get used to her."

Lu unintentionally flat mouth, eyes staring at the wall lamp.

Tanyi looked down at the little guy's face and said: "it's just a lamp. It's nothing to touch."

Lu Xiaoxin whispered: "star lamp..."

It's normal for a four-year-old to be curious about tall things.

Tan Yi's heart softened, bent down and picked her up, "can only see, can't touch."

"Why?"

"No why."

"..." Lu Wuxin didn't want to listen to her father. He raised his hand and wanted to touch the lamp.

Tanyi immediately turned around and put her on the ground, "smelly boy, I don't know your careful thinking."

Lu Wuxin

Daddy is a real pain in the neck.

She didn't want to talk to Daddy, so she ran to Lu Yao and held his arm in her small hand. "Second daddy, daddy is always fierce to me. In the future, I will be better with second daddy than with Daddy."

"Cut..." Tan Yi disdained to cut a, bypass two people to go downstairs.

Lu Wuxin

Lu Yao couldn't help laughing and said: "unintentionally, your father doesn't seem to care about you very much."

The road has no intention Du Du mouth, "Daddy is an asshole."

-

Deep in a forest.

A carrier pigeon skimmed the treetop and finally stopped on a cage with an open door.

Before long, the dumb woman came out of the cabin, went to the birdcage, took down the note from the pigeon's feet, and then turned back.

Dumb old woman is the old woman who can't speak four years ago. Except for more white hair, it doesn't change much.

She went to the cabin, knocked on the door, and pushed in.

There is a wooden table in the middle of the wooden house. It has all kinds of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

The man with horsetail stood behind the table, holding a brush in his hand, and a poem was written on the paper

Ten years of life and death two boundless, do not think, since unforgettable.

There is no place to talk about desolation.

Even if meet should not know, dust covered face, temples such as frost.

I come back to my hometown in a dream at night

(from Su Shi jiangchengzi)

Dumb woman put the note on the table, didn't say anything, turned and went out.

Without looking at the note, Jin Yandong continued to finish the poem.

It took four or five minutes to write down the last word, then pick up the note and read it.

The note said: miss Tansan is back.

With only a few words, Jin Yandong's heart was thoroughly stirred, just like thousands of horses running past, leaving behind a piece of smoke and dust, as well as an unidentified desolation.

Fake

She's dead. She's been burned alive with their children.

Over the years, he had the same dream almost every day.

There was a raging fire in her dream, and she cried to him for help——

"Jin Yandong, I just fell down and lost a lot of blood. My stomach hurts. Will you come back?"

"Jin Yandong, I didn't cheat you. I really fell down..."

"Jin Yandong, it's on fire, but I can't move... Wuwu..."

"Jin Yandong, the fire is getting bigger and bigger..."

"Jin Yandong..."

Click——

Jin Yandong fidgetily waved the inkstone to the ground, and the ink stained the corner of the wall.

After four years, he still can't get out of the pain of losing her. The fire is still like a nightmare, attacking his world every day.

Everything is so fake, everything is so real.