Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life (Mu Shao, Your Wife Is Born Again)

In the first few days after Little Goldfish left, Wei Yiran felt uneasy from time to time.

When eating, I couldn't help but think, what if she eats a bad stomach on the island? Huo Chenghong will definitely invite a doctor to treat her. Will the doctor notice the abnormality of the little goldfish?

While walking, I thought again, when I go to the island, I will inevitably have to play around to see the scenery. She can't walk a few steps, what should I do if my feet hurt? If I had known this, I should have asked her to bring her wheelchair with her when she set off...

When he was sleeping, he tossed and turned, uncontrollably thinking of the situation of her and the man in the bed, his headache was splitting, the more he thought about it, the more nuanced it became - the messy hair, the backlogged skin, the trembling eyelashes, the tender red The breath from the lips, and there... what will it taste like there?

boom.

The brain buzzed.

Wei Yiran suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath!

For no reason, I remembered Xiaoyan's cold question when she left: Do you see me as a woman? A woman who can talk about marriage, even once, has there ever been one?

No……

Not once.

This is true of Xiaoyan, and so is Little Goldfish. Even if they share the same bed countless times, he just treats her like a fish.

It was only now that Wei Yiran realized that she had become Huo Chenghong's woman, what was the reason for his recent stagnation and loneliness.

Wei Yiran supported his head and closed his eyes in pain.

It shouldn't be like this...

She is just a fish, an angel fish, caught by grandpa.

...

On New Year's Eve, Wei Yiran and Huang Ming had a New Year's Eve dinner together.

The New Year's Eve dinner was very rich, but the atmosphere was deserted, and both of them felt that it was boring.

Huang Mingxu was thinking of his relatives in his hometown, feeling depressed, and drank one glass after another of the wine in hand.

Wei Yiran drinks with him.

He's a good drinker, and for some reason he's extra drunk tonight.

Intermittent singing came from my ears, it was Huang Ming who was insane from alcohol.

The singing is particularly ugly. I can't speak clearly, the local accent is very strong, and the tone is also chaotic.

However, when Huang Ming sang it, it was probably not for anyone to listen to, but just to relieve and vent after being away from home for too long.

Wei Yiran silently held his wine glass, thinking of his relatives.

The members of the Wei family are thin, and even during Chinese New Year and holidays, when the family eats together, one table cannot be filled.

However, no matter how few people there are, it will be more lively than it is now... No matter how few people are, the heart will not be as cold as it is now.

Speaking of which, he seemed to have not seen them for a long time.

You should also check it out...

The next day was a rare sunny day.

Wei Yiran packed himself up, bought joss sticks and paper money, and went out to visit the grave.

The tombstones of the Wei family were all in one place. He stood at one end and looked at the other. The rows of gray tombstones were cold and quiet, with his familiar names engraved on them.

Father, mother, grandpa, grandma, great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and grandpa's brothers and sisters.

At that time, the world was not peaceful, there were wars everywhere, and every family died. Only the grandfather survived in the Wei family. Based on Qingjiang, he expanded the family business left by his grandfather, and then married a wife and had children...

Wei Yiran's eyes fell on the tombstone of his grandfather.

There is a black and white photo of grandpa on it, the name and date, and there is a line of small characters next to the name: "Zi Zi'an".

He stared at those three words for a long time, then looked away, and looked at both sides of the tombstone.

When he thought of all his blood relatives here, but he was the only one left, the indescribable feeling of loneliness almost overwhelmed him...

This feeling is too depressing.

Wei Yiran didn't stay in the cemetery for too long, after burning the joss sticks and paper money, he left by car.

Children who set off firecrackers ran past the roadside from time to time, people put on new clothes, and carried New Year's gifts around to pay New Year's greetings. Everyone's face was beaming.

He couldn't help being envious.

What exactly do you envy, but can't say.

The driver in front suddenly said, "Huh? It seemed like Miss Jin just now?"

Wei Yiran was slightly taken aback, and turned his head to look around. The car had already driven away, and pedestrians with large and small bags blocked their view, and they didn't even see the license plate number clearly.

"You read it wrong, she is not in Qingjiang now." He said.