Shiyang took a taxi back home alone.
It's already getting dark, and it's the busiest time on the road.
Under the neon lights, there is bustling traffic everywhere.
It has begun to rain slightly in the sky, not heavy, but drizzling, a bit cool as autumn is approaching.
Shiyang sat in the taxi with her head pressed against the window, looking at the patter of rain outside the window.
The car window had been closed tightly, and the rainwater slid down the car window, leaving water marks, broken and invisible.
Shiyang's mood was like the night outside the window, dark and gloomy, weighed down by unknown emotions.
"Fang Wanqing is not Fu Jingchuan's biological mother. You don't know that, right?"
Tang Shaoyu's surprised look kept echoing in his mind.
She thought that she and Fu Jingchuan had been divorced for two years and she would no longer care about the past, but when the past was brought up, she still felt a little sad and uncomfortable.
Shiyang thought of a wedding she attended many years ago.
The man's mother also died when he was young, and his father had remarried. However, after the wedding, he took his new wife to worship his mother, and said to his mother in a serious and serious manner: "Mom, this is your Daughter-in-law Li Yunyun, we are happily married today, don’t worry."
She happened to be there at the time.
She still remembers the pride and regret in the groom's eyes when he solemnly introduced his wife to his mother. On the one hand, he was proud that he had found a wife he loved, but on the other hand, he was regretful that his mother could not see him marry and have children.
Shiyang was struck by this scene at that time.
She didn't expect that the same thing had happened to her, but with different results.
This is probably the difference between loving and not loving.
Perhaps in Fu Jingchuan's heart, Shen Yu is the daughter-in-law who is qualified to bring him to his mother.
She was just a responsibility that the two of them had to bear under the influence of alcohol.
Although she had already understood it, when the naked fact was revealed again, Shiyang found that she still could not remain indifferent.
She had never hated Fu Jingchuan, and she had never regretted meeting him.
But today, Shiyang felt that she was a little bit hateful.
He should have told her from the beginning that he was just looking for Shen Yu's shadow in her.
If he had told her the truth in her senior year of high school, she would not still miss the warmth he brought to her when she was seventeen, would not think about him or like him again, and would not love him again when they meet again many years later. , indulge yourself and have a one-night stand with him, and there won't be so many disturbances later.
She couldn't help but think about how wonderful it would be if she had never met Fu Jingchuan.
The rain was still pouring down, getting heavier and heavier, blurring the entire car window and blurring the night scene outside the window, like out-of-focus neon lights looming in the mist.
Shiyang opened the window.
The rain fell and fell on the slightly wet face, feeling ice cold.
The uncle driver turned his head and glanced at her: "Beauty, it's raining heavily outside, don't get wet."
"I'm fine, thank you, brother."
Shiyang thanked her softly and moved closer to the car window to prevent rainwater from entering the car and getting the seat wet.
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When the taxi stopped at the entrance of the community, the rain outside also became lighter.
Shiyang didn't bring an umbrella and walked directly into the rain curtain. When she got home, most of her hair was wet, especially her bangs, which were all wet and sticky.
As soon as her door opened, Lin Shanshan frowned and glanced at her: "Why are you so wet? Didn't you bring an umbrella?"
"Well, I forgot it."
Shiyang lowered his head and responded softly, hiding his abnormality by adjusting his wet clothes.
"I'm going to take a shower first." Shiyang whispered.
"Go on, go on, don't catch a cold."
Lin Shanshan said as she pushed her towards the bathroom.
Little Tongtong was stacking blocks in her play area. When she saw it, she came in and happily called her: "Mom."
Shiyang had to raise his head and smile at her.
The little girl was sensitive. She saw Shiyang's slightly red eyes at a glance, and the movements in her hands slowly stopped.
"Mother?"
The soft and waxy little milky voice also turned into a slow and anxious sound.
