Old Injury

【If I had a harder heart, I would have less trouble. 】

Song Bailao stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time, until the sunlight turned golden red and my calf was a little sore, and he reluctantly retracted his gaze.

"Let's go." He took a weary step and walked towards the villa.

I followed behind him without further conversation. Although he didn't show much, I knew he was mad at me.

I wouldn't be so sentimental enough to think that he was angry because I didn't leave anything. He blamed me, mostly because I emptied the soil in the flowerpot without saying a word.

His shadow was drawn very long under the setting sun, we walked one after the other, keeping a distance of about two meters. Every time I took a step, I could just step on his shadow.

This game with shadows, I often play when I read. No need to communicate, no need to respond, I can play for a day by myself. Sometimes Song Bailao fell asleep, and I secretly played with his shadow.

His shadow is much better than him, I will never get angry if I touch it.

Back to the mansion, Li Xun just came to get the documents, Song Bailao led her to the study.

"Mr. Song, Attorney Wu wants to have a video call with you about the lawsuit with the Ruan family..." Li Xun talked about work as he walked, without wasting any time, the two of them soon The figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

There may be so many things to discuss that no one comes down until dinner.

Faced with a table of dishes, I had no appetite and stopped after eating half a bowl. He looked up and saw that there were grains of rice on the table in front of Song Mo. He was almost crying after eating, and the hand holding the spoon was still shaking.

He just took off the plaster from his hand these two days and is doing rehabilitation. The physiotherapist said that the child is afraid of pain and may subconsciously not grab things with the injured hand. We want us to urge him to try our best to Use both hands.

However, Song Mo is an unusual child. Ever since the physiotherapist told him that he could recover faster only by exercising more, he would eat with the injured hand, no matter how badly he trembled. Don't feed anyone. It naturally reminded me of Song Bailao's appearance when he was whipped. In the past, I thought that he was only similar to Song Bailao in appearance, but now I suddenly feel a little emotional. After all, father and son are father and son. Song Bailao resembles Luo Qinghe in some respects, and Song Mo cannot completely escape Song Bailao's influence.

These are "parents", they become your original teachers, teach you your attitude towards the world, determine your three views, and affect your character.

"Momo, your hand is shaking, don't use this hand again." I pulled the spoon from Song Mo's hand, wanting him to switch to the other hand.

Song Mo looked at me innocently: "But... the doctor said that you need to exercise more to get better faster."

"Uncle Doctor is telling you to take it step by step, day by day, instead of letting you do everything with your injured hand all at once." I sighed softly, "This will backfire."

He nodded vaguely, and took the spoon obediently with the other hand: "Then I'll change, Mom, don't be unhappy, and my sister will be unhappy too."

I don't know when he decided that I must be pregnant with a "sister".

I rubbed his head amusingly: "I'm not unhappy, I'm just afraid that you will hurt yourself."

After dinner, I played aerobics with Song Mo for a while, and watched two episodes of cartoons. Sister-in-law Ninth might be afraid that I would be tired and would have to coax Song Mo to sleep early.

Song Mo reluctantly held me by the corner of my shirt, looked at me timidly from bottom to top with big eyes, I understood what he meant, and offered to read him a bedtime story, promising to let him Go after falling asleep.

He suddenly laughed and said coquettishly, "Mom is the best!"

He still has a plaster on his feet, so he can't walk by himself in a short time. I wanted to take him back to the room, but sister-in-law Jiu quickly stopped him when he saw him.

"I'm here, I'm here, you can't be careless now." She picked up Song Mo and walked towards the bedroom.

Looking at her vigorous figure, I felt a little complicated in my heart.

This is treating me as a walking porcelain doll, I have lived so much, I have never been treated like this.

Lying with Song Mo on the big soft bed, I took the storybook by the bed, turned to the page with the bookmark string, and said slowly, "If you want to be smart, sometimes I'm going to tell lies..."

I don't know how many times I have read "The Little Prince", but Song Mo has a soft spot. In his words, this was the first storybook Song Bailao read to him when he was "a child", and he has always remembered it.

Speaking of which, he was my little fan before he married Song Bailao, and he also collected the video of me reading "The Little Prince" during the live broadcast. He is a five-year-old child, how did he accidentally click into my live broadcast room? After that, I didn't watch him follow other people's live broadcasts, it was like downloading Amber just for me.

"Momo, how did you watch my live broadcast?"

Song Mo was already a little drowsy, opened his eyes and said in a daze, "Just put it there...I saw it."

I thought about it for a long time and didn't know what he meant, so I had no choice but to give up asking.

After reading two pages, Song Mo fell asleep completely. I carefully tucked the quilt for him, and then went back to my bedroom.

Suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, the wind was blowing and tornadoes outside the window, making the branches and leaves in the forest rustled, as if the next moment was about to break down. I glanced at the bedside clock, it was two o'clock in the morning, the other side of the bed was still empty, and Song Bailao didn't come back.

Lying in bed these days, I also did a lot of homework, I know that sometimes the reaction during pregnancy is unreasonable, and it comes, just like now...

Stomach discomfort, and a strong urge to vomit almost in the next second, I immediately rushed to the bathroom and vomited against the toilet, it was all bitter water.

When passing the library on the first floor, I suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking inside, I stopped my steps, looked at the light from the crack of the door, and hesitantly pushed the door in. .

A strong smell of alcohol came over me, I frowned, and found Song Bailao under the warm yellow reading light.

He sat quietly on the sofa, alone and unhappy, with a book spread out on his lap, looking down at it.

As I approached, I realized that it was Song Xiao's photo album. The letter inside was taken out and placed on the coffee table.

I looked away with some guilt, and found a broken wine bottle on the floor between the coffee table and the sofa. The liquor dyes the carpet and becomes the source of the strong alcohol smell.

Song Bailao raised his head slowly, saw it was me, and smiled: "You're here..."

Some people's face will become more and more red after drinking too much, while others will only become paler, Song Bailao is the latter.

I saw that his face was pale and he was not popular at all, and his tone was extraordinarily procrastinated. I knew he must have been drinking a lot.

Song Bailao raised the hardcover book on his lap towards me, and pointed to the channel on the coffee table: "This is a photo book published by my mother, those are the letters I wrote to him when I was a child. I am very I miss him, but I don't know how to forgive him... Forgiveness is hard sometimes..."

He was obviously drunk, and his speech was a little out of place.

"Go back to sleep, it's late." I said.

Song Bailao shook his head and suddenly asked me expectantly: "Ning Yu, do you hate me?"

I was at a loss for words and was caught off guard by this question. When he misunderstood me, of course I would complain, and even resent it. But now, what am I going to "hate" him for?

I haven't answered yet, and I don't know how to answer.

"You don't hate me." He stared at my eyes, and the black eyes that were wet with drunkenness gradually dimmed, "You don't love me, don't hate me, you don't have anything to do with me Any relationship. You can like anyone, but you don't like me because I've done so much wrong, because I'm not worth it, you can't forgive me any more... right?"

I wasn't sure if he was really drunk, he was more logical now than when he was sober.

"You're drunk." I tried to pull him up, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap.

The photo album falls, making a dull sound on the carpet.

He hugged me tightly and buried his head around my neck: "Even if I say sorry, you won't forgive me..."

I shivered uncontrollably as my hot breath spit on my skin. Hidden under the heavy smell of alcohol, the pheromone aura on his body successfully eased my stomach discomfort as soon as it entered my nose. Like a potion, it made me lean towards him more uncontrollably.

"How would you know if you didn't tell me." I closed my eyes.

The lips imprinted on the neck fossa seemed to form an arc: "I don't want it." He refused in a low voice, "Then I really...have nothing."

"You will eventually leave me and leave me... I am only one..." He muffled, his voice gradually disappearing into a sigh.

The body that embraced me became heavier a little bit. Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, I couldn't help but push him.

“…Song Bailao?”

I was answered by the sound of deep breathing in my ear.

He just hugged me and fell asleep?

I laughed and broke free of his restraints and helped him lie down on the sofa. He didn't respond at all, like a Sleeping Beauty, letting me play with it the whole time.

Go and get a blanket to cover him, and pick up the broken wine bottles and photobooks on the ground. After doing all this, I slapped my aching waist and looked at the alpha sleeping on the sofa who knew nothing.

The warm yellow floor lamp casts our shadow on the opposite bookshelf, the thumb clasps the index finger, forms a circle, moves it to the upturned nose on the bookshelf, and flicks the fingertips.

I didn't play anything, but I still laughed out loud. But when he turned back to see Song Bolao sleeping peacefully, the smile gradually subsided, and finally there was only a faint aftertaste left.

This time I reached out and put my fingertips directly on his cheek, carefully covering the side of his face.

"No."

The sound of rain continued outside, making the library even more quiet.

I sat for another half an hour before I got up and went back to the house.