Dear Mr. Shi

No one knows that she is empty every day, turning on the flat-screen TV every day, filling the emptiness with the sound, and pretending to be accompanied by someone, but she is not watching or listening.

She sat down and stared at the brick wall. She was empty, feeling nothing.

What I eat in my mouth every day is also bitter and hard to swallow.

She knew that she could not cry, because it was not good for the child, so she smiled as much as possible to make herself happy.

She knows that she can't eat anything, so she should eat as much as possible because the child needs nourishment.

For the sake of the child, she let herself live like a normal person.

Only at this time, she will show her sorrow, looking forward with longing eyes, hoping that the person she missed will suddenly drive the car and park at the door, then get out of the car and take her back. Home, take her and her child home.

Therefore, as long as there is a car coming here, her heart will either miss a beat or suddenly accelerate.

who can that be? Who will this driver be? Is it time to keep out the cold?

But the one who greeted her in the end was always disappointed, and then smiled stupidly, telling himself hopefully that he would be the next one, and he would be driving her to pick her up.

In the end, her life became a cycle every day: waking up, eating breakfast, watching TV in a daze, eating lunch, taking a nap, getting up for a walk, sitting at the door, eating dinner, and falling asleep to music.

It should be said that, listening to music try to fall asleep.

Because she often can’t sleep, and don’t know if it’s because of too much sleep. Sometimes, as long as she closes her eyes, she has a beautiful face against the cold, a charming smile, gentle touches... In short, everything about him will Haunted in her heart.

In this situation, she doesn't know how long she will have to last?

Seeing Song Qinghuan sitting in the doorway, like an isolated island, one that has been ravaged by war, broken and broken, without a blade of grass, and looking at only a deserted island, Shi Yuhan felt that his chest was stabbed severely, with blood. Dripping, painful.

If he ever thought that he could bear it for a year or even two years, let you and her stay here quietly, just for their future and for the safety of her and their children...

Then he knows now, no way.

One year, too long, he can't wait!

When he knew that she would sit at the door every day, he knew what she was waiting for.

He held it back, and finally couldn't help it, wanting to take a look at her.

But seeing her like this and completely lost her aura, he suddenly wondered at that moment, if Song Qinghuan had never met him in this life to protect her from the cold, would her life be happier and happier than it is now?

Do not!

He doesn't want this kind of if, Song Qinghuan must appear in his life, but he hopes that after he solves everything.

With one arm on the car window, his fingers clenched into a fist against the cold, his knuckles were slightly white, and his pale face slightly tilted his head, just like his gaze, watching Song Qinghuan motionlessly.

The time passed by every minute, and there seemed to be cold frost coming in the car.

The other person who followed him in the car couldn't help but teased: "Are you sure you don't have to go down?"

Shi Yuhan was silent, calmly, and didn't even give him the extra light.

Li Chengyu, who was ignored, curled his lips with Xie Leng.

"She slept extremely badly during this time." He sat calmly, and if there was a deep meaning, it seemed that he wanted to see how long he could endure the cold.