ex-husband, we have no game

[69 Book Bar - www.] "Mom, isn't Uncle Zhan coming back for dinner?" Mu Hui blinked and asked again.

Mu Anyou was stunned for a moment and glanced at the figure that had long since disappeared on the balcony. He was surprised by his influence on his son. Is it really the nature of father and son?

"Well, you should eat quickly and go to bed early after eating."

"Oh." Mu Hui obediently lowered his head to pick up the rice in the bowl, and the slightly disappointed expression in his big eyes fell into Mu Anyou's eyes.

…

After washing, she watched her son get into bed, and Mu Anyou lay down next to him, patting his body as usual.

"Huihui, do you... like Uncle Zhan very much?" The voice was low and indifferent, and there was no trace of his gesture.

Mu Hui thought for a while and nodded vigorously: "Yes."

Looking down at his son's face, Mu Anyou said thoughtfully: "Huihui, don't call him Uncle Zhan in the future."

"Why?" Mu Hui frowned in confusion.

"Because he is your father." Mu Anyou felt relieved after finally telling the secret that he had hidden from his son.

"Dad?" Mu Hui frowned and suddenly fell silent.

"What's wrong?" After waiting for a long time and seeing no movement, Mu Anyou asked.

"Then I don't like him anymore." The childish words were spoken from the bottom of his heart.

"Why?" Mu Anyou stopped patting his body.

"Because he abandoned me and my mother." Mu Hui bit her lip and frowned.

His body stiffened, and Mu Anyou's voice was somewhat astringent: "Who are you listening to?"

Mu Hui murmured: "Yes... that's what the landlady and the aunts and uncles next door said."

Mu Anyou's face was gloomy, and he slowly retreated, regaining his original calmness, and said softly to his son: "Huihui, don't listen to their nonsense, your father did not abandon you, he... just didn't know you existed.

"It's a white lie, but it's also the truth. It's the fact that he doesn't want his unformed self, and he really doesn't know that she gave birth to him.

"Then why doesn't he live with us?"

The corners of Mu Anyou's lips curled up, and her vision was a little blurry: "Hui Hui, you are still too young, and you won't understand some things even if your mother says it, but you have to believe that your mother will not lie to you. The reason why your father doesn't

She lived with us because we felt it was inappropriate to be together, so we separated, but then my mother found out that she was pregnant with this little guy like you."

Looking at his son's thoughtful expression, Mu Anyou continued: "Your father is very good to you now. He loves you very much, and you should also like him and respect him, right?"

"Then he won't live with us in the future?"

Mu Anyou shook her head affirmatively and patiently answered every confusion and question of her son.

"No, but he is still your father."

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The world of a child is always simple. Even if Mu Hui matures precociously, all the little emotions disappear, and he is even happy, because he has a father, and this father is still the person he likes.

Looking at the little face with the corners of his lips curled up in his sleep, Mu Anyou kissed his forehead, tucked the corners of the quilt, and stood up.

I packed up a few pieces of clothes and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash them. However, when I opened the door, I paused and looked at the figure standing at the door in surprise...

I no longer wanted to ask him when he came. Looking at his stiff expression and the cigarette that was about to burn out on his fingertips, I guessed that he had obviously not been standing at the door for an hour and a half...

"Do you want to wash clothes?" Zhan Aofan put out the cigarette butt, threw it aside, and spoke in a low voice, with unquenched excitement still on his face.

"Yeah." Mu Anyou nodded, not intending to talk.

"Don't wash it yet. You are inconvenient. It's better not to touch the cold water." He did not forget her face that was white with pain.

It should be regarded as concern, but Mu Anyou didn't have too many strange emotions. He just said lightly: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore." After saying that, he pushed his figure aside and walked out.

His arms were pulled tightly, and a hoarse voice with a bit of pleading came into his ears.

"You... Youyou, from now on, let me... take care of you, okay?"

The silence added a bit of suffocation to the air.

Mu Anyou looked at the lighted room opposite, and there were faint sounds coming from the room, and she intuitively felt that this was not a good place to talk.

She pushed his hand away, turned around, locked the door from the outside, and walked to the drying area without saying a word.

Zhan Aofan also followed closely behind her, his eyes fixed on her slender figure walking in front, and his heart ached slightly...

Standing still, Mu Anyou stood quietly, without looking back or turning around, just looking at the dark night sky outside.

There was a long silence, and just when Zhan Aofan was hesitating how to speak, a low and slow voice came out of Mu Anyou's lips: "How do you want to take care of me?"

Zhan Aofan was stunned. Standing on her left side, he could clearly see the sarcastic curve of her lips, with a hint of ridicule.

"I..." Stung by her expression, he found that he couldn't express what he was thinking.

Under the moonlight, Mu Anyou spoke in a low voice again, telling a lengthy story, but the protagonist in the story was herself.

"After signing the divorce agreement that day, I went to the hospital. At that time, I was mostly filled with hatred and unwillingness. I was not too reluctant. After all, it was just an unformed embryo. But

When I was really lying on the cold operating bed, the fear and panic spread throughout my body. I began to regret and retreat... The year I gave birth to Huihui, I suffered from the sequelae of anemia, and then I ran around for a living.

Withstanding the fierceness

I go to deliver newspapers and hand out flyers every day. There is no heating in the rental house in winter, and the water is freezing cold. But I still have to wash Huihui's diapers because it will be more difficult to wash them when it is cold the next day. I use public baths and toilets.

Living in a flat house, wearing cheap clothes, learning to bargain at street stalls, I have done things that I never dared to think about, I have endured hardships that I have never experienced before, and slowly I have survived.

, gradually I got used to it.”

Turning his gaze slightly, looking at the pale face under the blurred moonlight, Mu Anyou raised a smile on his lips: "Zhan Aofan, now come and tell me about compensation. How do you make up for it?" A sarcastic smile

, clear eyes.

I couldn't tell whether it was pain or sadness. Such strong emotions came overwhelmingly, and my chest was so tight that I could hardly breathe...

"Zhan Aofan, what I'm telling you today is not to gain your guilt, pity or anything else, but to tell you that there are many things in this world that you can't make up for if you want to, and there are some injuries that you can't make up for.

Once it has been formed, it cannot be undone. Even if some wounds have healed, they will still leave ugly scars, and you will still not want to touch them."

The white moonlight reflected mottledly on Mu Anyou's face, with a hint of surprise in the haze. The outline was obviously blurry, but the expression was so clear, revealing indifference and alienation.

"Youyou... I'm sorry..." Zhan Aofan said tremblingly. He owed her these three words for too long, too long. His eyes were fixed on the person in front of him, and his eyes were a little blurry. He didn't know what was going on.

Mesmerized the eyes.

Mu Anyou's heart suddenly twitched violently. All the indifference, all the alienation, all the defenses she put up made her burst into tears when she heard these three words. She has been waiting for these three words for five years.

It had been too long, too long, even when she hated him so much, in the countless nights when she woke up from her dreams at midnight, she wanted to pick up the phone, call the person in front of her, and ask him, Zhan Aofan, do you have a little bit?

Do you feel sorry for me?

The emotions surged up too fast in an instant, and Mu Anyou finally burst into tears, her slender body shaking uncontrollably, letting the tears wet her face, and the night wind dried them instantly, leaving a refreshing pain.

Zhan Aofan couldn't bear it anymore, turned around, held the crying woman tightly in his arms, and murmured repeatedly in a low voice: "Youyou, I'm a bastard, I'm sorry for you, I'm a bastard..."

I don't know how long it took, but Mu Anyou finally stopped crying, stepped away from the embrace of the person in front of him, wiped the tears on his face, and when he spoke again, his expression had returned to calm, and he sounded a little desolate.

"You can take care of Huihui. This is your right and your obligation." But there is nothing else.

From the moment she withdrew from his arms and wiped away the tears on her face, Zhan Aofan felt infinite panic in his heart. It seemed that something had really and completely slipped away without even a chance to catch it.

Give it to him.

The body was trembling and the sounds he made were incoherent.

"Youyou...can you give me...another chance, a chance to take care of you?"

Mu Anyou's reddish eyes stared fixedly at the person in front of him, as if he had seen countless years in the past.

"Zhan Aofan, I love you, it took me a whole time, I used up all the courage for love in my life, blocked the pride and self-esteem of my entire youth, but in the end I lost, and I lost miserably, and I fell.

Headache and bleeding..."

Looking at her increasingly pale face under the moonlight, but with a stubbornness that would break the boat, he actually understood her better than anyone else, and understood her determination to never look back once she made a decision, and panic swept across the sky...

Finally, he knelt on the ground in front of her. He no longer had the coldness and determination in the mall, and no longer had the glory and pride in front of others. At this moment, he was just a sinner repenting for his mistakes and waiting for redemption...

"Youyou, I no longer shamelessly ask for your forgiveness, I just ask you, please give me a chance, okay?"

Mu An worriedly lowered his head, looked at the man kneeling in front of him, lowered his voice and said hoarsely: "Zhan Aofan, why are you doing this?"

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