In the gorgeous red bedroom, a dead silence returned.
The only difference was the crying baby in his hands.
It was so small that it weighed less than a knife in my arms. It was as white as a porcelain doll, and its big, slightly upward eyes were filled with tears.
Babbling.
Even the cry is so fragile, as soft as a vine, climbing up silently, but tough and unbreakable.
It upsets people.
He almost wanted to strangle her to death.
No matter how much I hug him, he won’t stop crying.
Why are there so many tears?
Just like her mother whose heart was as cold as stone.
A stone that cannot be heated is still cold even if it is placed close to the heart.
But no matter how cold-hearted she is, she always puts on a soft look on her face, coyly, and pretends to like him.
Fake.
all fake.
He chuckled softly.
His shoulder blades were hunched, his broad shoulders were hunched, and the warm sunlight shined on his exposed chest through the carved window edges.
The shadow on the ground trembled slightly.
A teardrop fell on the baby's swaddling clothes among the patterns of the treasure elephant's wishful group.
The baby suddenly coughed, as if he was choking on saliva. He coughed violently while crying, and his pink tongue stuck out, and saliva flowed down his face.
He patted the baby's back gently.
The palms of his hands were still pricked with sawdust, so he wiped them with his robe. After thinking about it, he walked to the basin with bare feet, dipped one hand in water, and pulled off the handkerchief to dry it.
"Don't cry."
He looked down at the baby in his arms and said coldly.
The baby stopped coughing, but was kicking his legs in the swaddling clothes and crying loudly.
"Wow - wow -"
His face, which was as big as his palm, turned red from the pain.
"There's nothing to cry about."
He sneered.
"The young lady misses her mother..."
"I cried all night..."
He held the crying baby in his arms and sat helplessly on the beauty couch where Shen Yinxiao usually loved to rest.
The air was still faintly filled with the smell of that woman.
The smell of milk, jasmine, and honey locust are indescribable when mixed together, and are uniquely hers.
The baby waved his arms, his small hands were very strong, and he held a string of colored glaze without letting go. He heard the sound of the string of beads and lowered his eyes to look at it.
She didn't take away anything he gave her.
Things that are not valued become worthless waste.
He hung the glass bracelet around her neck.
"You know how to cry."
He twitched the corner of his mouth, slid his fingers across the baby's tender face, and spoke quietly.
"When your mother left, why didn't you cry and ask her to stay."
The room was filled with loneliness.
"Be as virtuous as your mother."
He murmured, his throat rolling.
After a long time, there was a sob in his throat. Like a wounded animal, hiding in the darkness and licking its wounds.
"You just know how to mess with me."
The full-moon banquet for the daughter of the Wei family was unprecedentedly grand. Because she was born prematurely, the banquet was not held until the second month. There were 300 tables at the banquet. In addition to the Huns, all the Hu people, Qiang people, Wuhuan people, etc. came. I received a gift and congratulated the daughter of the Wei family on her full moon.
Less than two months after Peilin's full moon banquet, the Wei family and the Xie family got married. Wei Cheng married Xie Daolian, the eldest daughter of the Xie family, and announced it to the world at the same time.
At the wedding banquet, after three rounds of drinking, Wei Cheng was so drunk that he waved away the idlers and found Wei Zheng in the back garden.
Wei Zheng was still wearing a moon-white gown, looking like orchids and jade trees. He looked at him lightly, smelling of alcohol, wearing a gold crown on his head and soap boots on his feet, walking over.
Wei Cheng smiled, hooked him, walked closer, raised his hand, made a fist, and punched him in the face.
Wei Zheng was caught off guard and was hit and tilted his head. He raised his hand to touch his cheek, gave him a cold look, and raised his hand to block another punch from him.
"Tell me." He grinned ferociously: "When the hell did you get involved with her, huh?"
He rarely cursed.
"The poison she gave me that day was given to her by you, right?"
Seeing that he was silent, Wei Cheng's answer had already settled in his mind.
He laughed, his eyes were cold, and he nodded repeatedly.
Suddenly he kicked him in the chest.
With a bang, Wei Zheng was kicked to the ground with a huge force, his teeth clenched, and blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Wei Cheng was born as a military general, and his physical strength and endurance were simply not comparable to his.
He approached with a grim expression and half-crouched in front of him.
"You really think that I don't dare to kill you."
Wei Zheng suddenly laughed, as if he was extremely happy. He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. He wiped the corners of his mouth nonchalantly and looked at the furious man with a smile.
"You said, what would happen if she knew you were like this?"
"It's hard to pretend in front of her, right? It's a pity that even though you pretend to be so hard, she still avoids you."
