A white lotus attracts swallows

In the early morning, the entire Yan Mansion was quiet.

Yan Lu got up early and practiced a set of saber techniques outside as usual.It's the end of January, and although it's still cold, it's not snowing anymore.The pure white snow is piled up in every corner of the small courtyard, which looks very cute.By the time Yan Lu put down his knife, his body was already steaming slightly, as if covered with a layer of tulle under the faint morning light.

Hua'er likes to look at him the most. He once said that every time he turned his head to look at him after practice, he would feel very happy because he had such a handsome and brave husband.

When he said this, Cheng Hua raised his head slightly, his shadow was reflected in the peach blossom eyes, layers of gentle waves rippling gently, his cheeks were as red as the cherry blossoms in late spring, and he smiled brightly and sweetly.

In fact, every time this time, he would like to say, in fact, he is the very happy one.He couldn't help thinking, if Hua'er couldn't bear the loneliness during the year when she was left out in the cold, and she empathized with others, what would happen now?

Maybe Hua'er will make a good story with another person and become a model of happy love for future generations; and he is still with Qing Ji, or he has long since gotten bored and changed his partner, and he still does not make any progress every day as before. Living the boring days of luxury and money day after day, enduring the spiritual emptiness, and gradually turning into a real dude, an empty shell who can't love and has no sincerity.

If there is no Huaer, he may never spend a night waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom, never hear the music played by the raindrops on the ground of different materials when it rains, and never run all over the mountain to collect more than a dozen kinds of flowers. Flowers of every color, just to grind them into powder and dip them in water to create a rainbow.

Without Hua Er, he would have nothing.

How could he be able to be loved by such a beautiful person, to have children for him, and even to sacrifice his life.

After thinking like this for a long time, the heat was gone, and the cool morning breeze brought him back to his senses.

Put the knife back where it was, wiped the sweat with a towel, hesitated for a moment, and walked into the room.

Walking slowly to the bed, slowly sitting on the bed, gently holding the hand of the sleeping person.

It was cool and slippery, and it was warmed up after a while, like a piece of high-quality jade, without any blemishes.Yan Lu held his hand and rubbed it on his face, then pressed it to his lips, closed his eyes and remained silent for a while.

After a long time, he put down his hand and leaned over to put his forehead against his.

I also forgot who said it, the forehead is a very important part.When he was young, he had read those strange novels, in which the strange people who would destroy the world also had their own spiritual seas, condensed on their foreheads.

He bent his mouth unconsciously, he didn't expect that he would think of some weird things at such a time.

But if the strange novels are true, then he is now using his own spiritual sea to touch Hua'er's spiritual sea. Can they communicate with each other?

Even though I have tried so many times, I will still try to deceive myself next time.

It was the only drop of water left in the vast expanse of dryness.

"Hua'er, I made him cry again yesterday. I was afraid you would blame me if you found out, so I didn't dare to come and talk to you at night. But he kept crying, and neither the nanny nor anyone could coax him well. Would he Could it be that I miss you so much? Knowing that my parents never hugged him, so I feel wronged?

"You are really lazy. It is tiring to take care of the child. He is very delicate and can't let go of his hand for a moment. Sometimes he can cry while drinking milk. You used to be so diligent, why did you suddenly quit this time? But Hua'er, even if you want to hug him, I can't bear to hug him. He is so heavy, what if you are exhausted?

"Hua'er, I know now, you are the most cunning one. You have become the hands-free shopkeeper with peace of mind, lying here comfortably, throwing all the pain to me. But I thought, if our characters are right If you change it, you will probably feel even more sad. So it is not bad that I am the one to bear the suffering now. You have worked so hard for so long, and it is not too much to take a rest for a year or so.

"It's just Hua'er, the baby doesn't have a name yet. We discussed so many nice names, and I won't choose them. We chose them together. I promise to work hard and take care of the raising of the baby. What do you think?

"Hua Er, I realized that I am really stupid. I can't seem to do anything without you. I really don't know how I got here in the past 20 years. When I got up in the morning, I tied my belt wrong again. I had no choice but to Call Zhiyun over to help me. By the way, Zhiyun is a new girl, don't worry, I have nothing to do with her, and she is not as good-looking as you at all.

"Yesterday, I received a letter from my mother. It asked if there was anything wrong with the family, how you were, and if I took good care of you. I didn't dare to say it. After thinking about it for a long time, I just told her that the child was born. Little Maotou. I also deliberately asked the messenger to walk slowly, and walked for ten days and a half months, so that maybe you can wake up before mother comes back, and we will hold the baby together to show mother. Okay?"

After rambling on for a long time, Yan Lu finally felt a little stiff, straightened up and moved around, then sat down in front of the bed, gently stroked Cheng Hua's face, slowly traced his outline, and smiled lightly Said: "Hua Er, the day the baby was born, I was shocked. You said that we are the best in appearance, why is the child ugly? I didn't dare to tell you this at first, I was afraid that you would jump up and hit me in anger. But these days, he has grown slowly, and is white and tender, which is very pleasing. Several wet nurses like to hug him, no matter how skinny he is, it makes people feel uncomfortable. He may have followed you, he is loved by everyone, and he may be as handsome and gentle as you in the future."

"Hua'er, they all say that the child looks more like me, but I always feel that he is more like you. When I look at his little arms and legs, I feel the same as you. He is just like you. He likes to hold mine when he sleeps." Arms, even if you move them a little bit, you will be wronged, you used to be like this. He also hates black beans as much as you do, wrinkles his nose when he smells it, and kicks his legs in his arms."

Speaking of this, Yan Lu paused for a while, his eyes were a little red, he sighed slightly, and continued: "He really looks like you, he really deserves to have been in your belly for eight months, even his little movements are exactly the same as yours .”

"I miss you so much, Hua'er."

Yan Lu couldn't continue, he stretched out his hand to cover his face, took a deep breath, trembling when he exhaled.

It has been twelve days now.

Cheng Hua had some dystocia, and he was really tired afterwards, so he begged Mrs. Wen to push her stomach a few times.His birth mouth was already narrow, and the baby was relatively too big, and his first child was born prematurely, not to mention his nervousness, and the labor pains were rapid and violent, and the pain was aggravated by Wen's pushing.When the baby's head came out, Cheng Hua was at the end of his battle, and it was Wen's wife who cooperated with Cheng Hua's tired contractions to pull the baby out.

Later, even the blood that could not be stopped, stained most of the bed red.

Later, Yan Lu invited the doctor over in the middle of the night, and ran around all night, finally pulling him back from the gate of hell.

But he didn't wake up.

The doctor said, this time I hurt Ben Yuan, it is a great fortune to be able to save my life, when I wake up, it depends on the nature of the individual.

They kept their tongues tight to prevent outsiders from knowing Cheng Hua's situation, but they still couldn't hide it from Bai Yi.On the third day of Cheng Hua's coma, Bai Yi rushed to the mansion, grabbed Yan Lu by the collar and snarled with scarlet eyes, asking him why he didn't take good care of Cheng Hua, why he had to suffer such a crime, and finally even drew out his sword to think of a sword Stabbing him to death, Yan Junting couldn't hold back that crazy look.Yan Lu didn't say anything, just let him cry in the mansion, let him lie on Cheng Hua's bed and cry with a headache, let him angrily draw his sword and rush towards him.

"Why is it not you who is lying on the bed!! He has paid so much for you, is this what you give him in return?!"

Every word and every sentence is like a sharp knife, slashing fiercely on the already scarred heart, but it is so numb that it can't even shed blood and tears.

He hooked the corners of his mouth dejectedly, raised his head and looked directly at Bai Yi: "Then you kill me now and bury him with him."

Bai Yi stagnates.

The despair and sorrow in those eyes are silently telling the guilt and pain of the master, as if they want to pull people into a bottomless abyss.

If it weren't for the deep love, there would never be such eyes.

What he didn't know was that when the doctor was trying his best to save him, Yan Lu was almost crazily masochistic and wanted to go with Cheng Hua.He didn't know that Yan Lu knelt in front of Cheng Hua's bed for a whole day without eating or drinking, shedding all the tears in the past 20 years.

Yan Junting sighed slightly, stepped forward and pulled the crying white clothes into his arms, and said to Yan Lu in a deep voice: "Be careful. I will find a way."

He pursed his lips and saluted Yan Junting three times.

Yan Lu took leave, took care of the child during the day, and talked with Cheng Hua at night, as calm as a different person.Unshakable morning exercises, reading books, sometimes learning how to do accounts, and smiling gently at the servants.If it weren't for the lifeless eyes and the loud cry of the baby, the servants of the Yan Mansion would almost have thought that night was just a nightmare. I went to play.

If that's the case, fine.

Yan Liu watched him hesitate to speak several times, but finally said nothing.

Yan Li went to see Cheng Hua several times, but when he came out, his eyes were red and swollen.Several maidservants in the house also secretly wiped away their tears.

If this continues, they may all collapse.

When he let go of his hands, Yan Lu had already recovered his calm, staring at Cheng Hua's face in a daze, his voice was soft as if he was talking in his sleep:

"Hua'er, the snow has stopped, spring is coming, you wake up, okay?"