The daughter in her arms struggled even more fiercely, maybe because of the sudden bumps of the carriage, or maybe because she was hugged by a mother who was still a stranger and stayed in an unfamiliar and cramped carriage.
Fortunately, her cry was not as hoarse as some children's cries, which seemed to break their throats and make people upset.
Peilin's cry was soft, his mouth was pursed, his eyes were squinted, and he was whimpering.
Tears fell one by one from the closed eyelids like pools of water.
Like a little beast huddled in a corner, it is afraid of the unfamiliar environment around it, but does not dare to cry out.
Just like when I left Youzhou, I was scared but couldn't express myself.
She is just a child who cannot speak yet.
She couldn't even express what she wanted and what she didn't want.
Is it really right to take her away?
Yin Xiao's temples began to hurt, and she hadn't had a good rest for a long time.
Holding the child in his arms, he changed his position and leaned on the soft cushion, letting the child lie on the small space between himself and the car wall.
The child crawled around on the soft cushion and finally stopped crying. He started to look around with red eyes. He would play with his feet for a while and pull Yin Xiao's hair for a while.
His temperament is very similar to that of Wei Cheng, he is arrogant and courageous, and he adapts quickly.
She squeezed the child's sleeve and fell asleep.
The carriage was shaking, and she actually fell asleep. She didn't even know when the carriage stopped.
It was Peilin's playful "gurgling" laughter that woke her up from her dark sleep. She rubbed her eyes and realized belatedly that the car had stopped.
"Are we here yet?" She frowned and muttered to herself.
I couldn't tell what time it was now, the sky outside was still dark and purple, and Peilin had already sat up, dancing, waving his hands and laughing.
She wanted to return to Chang'an as soon as possible, and with a sleepy nasal voice, she raised her voice and asked the coachman.
"But it's here?"
As he spoke, he held on to the cushions to prop up his sore body from the jolt, and turned around to open the curtain to see what the coachman was doing.
As soon as he turned his head, his body froze, and he was faced with a handsome pale face that was as familiar as a nightmare.
It's Wei Cheng.
The man she hadn't seen for more than a year, the man she had tried so hard to escape from.
At this moment, it appeared in front of her like a ghost.
She was right just now.
It's really him!
What was even more shocking was that she didn't even know how long he had been staring at her without saying a word!
It was as if the blood all over his body had cooled and solidified in an instant, and his entire scalp was numb and almost about to explode.
With a scream she rolled off the cushion and landed at his feet.
The pair of soap boots embroidered with gold thread and floating cloud patterns were stained with some mud and dark red blood. They suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she shuddered again.
Subconsciously, he propped himself on the ground and stepped back until his back touched the soft cushion. Behind him was Peilin, who was babbling and wanted to talk.
He was still staring at her, his eyes dark and unable to distinguish between joy, anger, sorrow and joy.
It was like a clay sculpture, looking down at the panic-stricken person in front of him with compassion.
Thinking of the expression on Wei Cheng's face when she left that night, even if she deliberately wanted to forget it, that angry and ferocious face always entered her dreams quietly for hundreds of days and nights, making her wet with cold sweat. Through the quilt, it is difficult to sleep alone.
She touched the child next to her and hugged her subconsciously.
"Let me take the kids away."
As soon as she spoke, his temples throbbed and hurt.
"I am now able to support her. Over the past year, I have been thinking about her every day. A daughter cannot live without her mother. You will have many children, but I only have her."
The next sentence made him almost want to laugh.
But he held back.
What are you laughing at?
There is no point in mocking.
"It's one year, two months and thirteen days."
If he got angry, she would still be able to deal with it. At worst, the two of them would have a real quarrel, and she would be unable to bear it any longer.
Those suppressed emotions in the heart are like buried gunpowder, and only a fuse is needed to explode into earth-shaking movements.
She wanted to tell him in front of him how much she hated his arrogance and indifference, how much she hated him for using his power to force her into submission.
She had used poison on him. If he wasn't careful, or if he was a little weaker, that glass of poisoned wine could kill him. He would definitely be resentful.
But he didn't get angry.
Just staring at her.
Even the answer was totally different from her request.
One year, two months and thirteen days.
She was confused for a moment.
"Look, your love for her is nothing more than this."
The sarcasm in his tone was clearly visible, and his eyes swept across Peilin's body, and finally landed on the woman's pale face.
Her face turned pale at first, and then turned red again.
"You're talking nonsense."
Without hesitation, he leaned forward to hug the child. Yin Xiao subconsciously held the child and stepped back, his hand paused in the air.
"How long do you want to make her feel uncomfortable when her diaper is wet?"
She was stung by his words, and in an instant, the child was snatched away. With one hand, he lifted the child to lie on his lap. With the other hand, he skillfully took off her pants, took off the wet diaper, and threw it away. to the side.
"Have you changed her clothes?"
Wei Cheng suddenly ordered: "You come and change."
She picked up the clean cloth and moved closer to him.
The carriage was cramped, so she knelt on the ground, holding the diaper and gesturing on her baby's white and tender buttocks in confusion, and even clumsily stuffed the piece of cloth into her pants.
Peilin lay on his father's hard thigh. Although he was used to it, he still felt uncomfortable and kicked his legs symbolically.
Yin Xiao was even more at a loss. She lowered her head and concentrated on studying how to put diapers on the child.
The woman lowered her head, revealing a large expanse of fair skin on the back of her neck. Her waterfall-like long hair was tied into a simple pony bun, with a pair of white jade hairpins inserted sideways, and a hint of red rose gradually behind her ears.
The man's hot breath caressed the side of her neck.
Wei Cheng gritted his teeth and sat in a dark corner where Rudou's lights were not shining, his red eyes taking in every move and look she made.
Not even a frown was spared.
Like a despicable and dirty beggar, greedy, tracing, chewing and swallowing in my heart over and over again.
Until the woman came closer and lowered her head, the dazzling whiteness of snow came into view. His breath was stagnant, and his whole body was tense, like a bow stretched to its limit, breaking in just a moment.
He had thought countless times about how he would teach her a lesson after finding her so that he could vent his hatred.
At first, he thought that after he found her, he would tie her up and throw her into the woodshed to starve for a few days, then dry her out for a few days, and let her come to him to beg for mercy and admit her mistake.
Later, a few months later, he thought that as long as she could come back, he could forget about it and still stay by his side as before, allowing her to live and clothe her well.
Later, he almost despaired of searching. When he walked past the intersection where she had set up a stall and stood in the shabby house where she had once lived, he had only one thought left.
As long as she's alive.
Even if he knew that she was still alive and well, fed and clothed.
Nowadays people are not only alive,
The person was right in front of him, a living, breathing person.
Her skin was even smoother and fairer than before, her hair was shiny and black, and the hairpin was made of oily mutton-fat jade. It wasn't a perfect thing, but it wasn't bad either. When she confronted him, her appearance was even more bared and dazzling. Her eyes stared at him motionlessly, as if she wanted to have a big quarrel with him.
This is good.
His arms trembled, veins popped out, and he clung to the soft cushion beneath him, desperately suppressing the desire to reach out and touch her.
