We keep getting divorced

But on second thought, all people with autism are like this: in the prosperous world, I am lonely alone.

Passing by the sign, we continued to go inside. There were guide lights on the ground, the path was deep and secluded, and there were dense bamboo forests on both sides. It seems that it has just rained in the mountains. The ground is a little wet. I can smell the rain and moss in the air. I can't help but like it here.

At the end of the path, you suddenly see a row of simple harmony wooden houses. In front of the door, there is a large open courtyard, but there is only a tall and straight ginkgo tree. Although it can't compare with the Millennium ginkgo in the ancient Guanyin temple, it makes me feel much better to paint a golden ornament on this lush bamboo forest.

Xiaoqian went into the house to make an appointment. The ginkgo leaves in late autumn are the most beautiful. I can't hide my joy and excitement. I went to the tree and picked up the golden leaves one by one.

This is really a good place. If possible, I want to stay forever.

At this time, a super beautiful little boy came out of the house and came to me to play.

About two years old, his round face wanted to be kissed. His big eyes flickered and his long eyelashes were like a doll. Wearing a foreign kimono, I guess at least one of his parents is Japanese.

The little boy pulled the corners of my clothes with a lisp and winked at me: "beautiful aunt, play with me!"

Thinking of my dead child, I couldn't help filling my eyes in my eyelashes and gently picked him up, "how old is the baby? Tell aunt, what's your name? "

"Xiao sining is two years old. My father said that when I was three years old, my mother would come back with me!"

I'm surprised. He's the same age as my dead child? A child of a single parent family? Or is his mother Japanese and separated from her husband and children?

But anyway, he is luckier than my son. At least he has his father around. But my poor child has no father or mother in that world

At this time, a baby sitter was coming from my hand.

"Xiao sining ran away again? It's windy outside. Go inside and play with grandma. " The nanny said and smiled at me, "sorry, the young master is naughty. Didn't he give you any trouble?"

I smiled and shook my head, wondering, "you came to see doctor Bao, too?"

The nanny was stunned, then smiled awkwardly and shook her head.

"So... Are you the master here?" I said, and looked at the lovely little sining. I couldn't help pulling up his little hand. I couldn't help but wonder, "is the baby's name Bao sining?"

The nanny smiled and shook her head: "my young master's surname is song!"

I was stunned

Song? Song sining?

Somehow, at the moment, I thought of song Siyuan, and unconsciously a burst of nausea hit me. Completely ignore the meaning of "sining", and the baby's surname is song. Is this a coincidence or a fate?

"Grandma, is Xiao sining's mother as beautiful as her aunt?" The little sning in the nanny's arms asked naively.

"Grandma hasn't seen it!" The nanny doted on touching Xiao sining's head and smiled kindly, "but seeing that Xiao sining is so handsome, I know your mother must be very beautiful."

The little guy kept giggling.

I can't help feeling a burst of relief. Such a warm and peaceful family, I thought of song Siyuan, that bastard. I really shouldn't.

I was about to ask why Xiao sining's mother was not with him and was interrupted by Xiao Qian.

"Who, come in! Doctor Bao is waiting! "

When I turned to look at Xiao sining again, the nanny had carried him into the house.

……

After being taken to the house by Xiaoqian, I "saw" Dr. Bao.

The spacious room is divided into two areas by a screen. In the treatment area, there is only a soft cave for patients to lie down, and several pots of pleasing potted plants. The room is also lit with incense, which is the smell of lavender and chamomile.

Behind the translucent screen sat Dr. Bao. I couldn't see his face. But the silhouette reminds me of Lu Jinyu.

Before entering the door, Xiaoqian said that doctor Bao had just had a car accident and his face was disfigured, so he didn't go out easily. Xiaoqian went behind the screen, muttered to Dr. Bao and went out. There were only me and him in the house.

He didn't open his mouth for a long time. He didn't ask the patient's symptoms as usual, which made me nervous.

After a burst of soothing soft music sounded, Dr. Bao said only one sentence:

"You need a good sleep!"

His voice is very low and hoarse, like being smoked, which reminds me of Chen Yifan again.

These days, Lu Jinyu, Chen Yifan and song Xiaobao make me a little confused. I know I can't be stupid again. I'm too busy to explain:

"Oh, no! I... I slept well last night. "

"Don't be nervous, Miss Ning. Try what you dream of after deep sleep? We'll talk when we wake up, okay? "

Although his low voice was terrible, his tone was very gentle and relieved my tension.

In the soothing lullaby, I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep on the soft couch.

Once again, I dreamed of my first meeting with Lu Jinyu. At that time, I was Su Yue's "Canary"