C7

At that time, she was only twenty years old. She was bright, pretty, lively, and straightforward. She quickly won his goodwill, and her attitude towards love was even more positive and generous.

He would always remember that it was two o'clock in the morning when she ran to his door in the cold, just to say, 'Mr. Song, I found out I like you so much. Can you be with me?'

Her unreserved way of expressing her love touched him in an instant. Seventy-two hours after they met like this, they fell in love.

Recalling the sweetness of the past, one could compare the bitterness of this moment. He couldn't help but think to himself, in this world, would there be a woman who, after cheating on her husband, would still spend so much time and effort to reminisce about how she had fallen in love with him? Maybe she wasn't cheating …?

In an instant, his throat was dry, and he felt a pressure on his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. He pulled himself together and immediately picked up his daughter and stuffed her into Lin Xiaoqing's arms.

"I'm tired, I want to take a bath." As soon as he finished speaking, he ran into the bedroom without waiting for her reaction.

Lin Xiaoqing looked at the door that had been flung shut. A sense of defeat engulfed her once again … Why? Why? Did he really hate her that much? She hated the sweet photos of the past so much that she didn't even want to look at them? With such a thought in mind, she couldn't help but lower her eyes dejectedly.

But in the next second, she immediately pulled herself together and took a deep breath. Then, she kissed her daughter's soft cheeks and forced herself to smile … This was an opportunity given by the heavens, how could he give it up? Right?

After the bath, Song Beichuan stayed in the study until 11: 00 PM. When there was no more sound coming from outside, he quietly opened the door and returned to the living room.

The photos were still scattered all over the floor. It was clear that her so-called arrangement had not reached the desired pace. He leaned over and sat down on the sofa. The first picture that caught his eye was of her.

He bent down and picked it up, holding it closer. She had long hair in the photo, and he wasn't sure where the background was, but they hadn't known each other at the time, and according to her, she was at some summer camp or other, a memento taken for her by a fellow battalion.

She … Really love to travel.

In the two years since their marriage, however, she had barely left the house because she was pregnant and had to take care of her children. She had only gone out occasionally to eat and shop with her friends, and because of the company's situation, he could not afford to take her for a walk during the holidays.

Compared to her previous wonderful and rich life, the current her was perhaps just like a caged bird … When he thought of this, a sense of guilt that he had never felt before surged into his heart.

Suddenly, a figure flashed into the living room. He was startled, and his thoughts were cut off.

Focusing, he saw that it was Lin Xiaoqing. She hadn't slept yet. He guiltily threw the photo back onto the ground. Although he felt that this action was foolish, it was too late to make up for it. His actions were like a splash of water.

"Sissy …" "Are you asleep?" He used a random sentence to explain.

In contrast to his helplessness, she seemed unperturbed.

"Yes, I'm asleep." Lin Xiaoqing could not help but secretly laugh at that stupid hide.

In the past, when he was five years older than her, and their roles were so clear and strong, his attitude towards her had always unconsciously followed a certain pattern. However, at this moment, when she looked back at the twenty-nine-year-old Song Beichuan, she suddenly realized that he also had this kind of adorable moment.

Like now.

If she were twenty-four, she would be furious, so angry that he threw her picture on the floor and couldn't tell it was just a sign of his shyness.

"Are you done with your work?" She pretended not to see what had just happened.

"Yes." He indifferently replied while rubbing his nose, "I thought you would go to sleep first."

"Not yet. I don't sleep that early." She smiled and looked up at him. "I was just going to put Cissy to bed."

Song Beichuan frowned and sneered: "You were the one who insisted on training her to sleep alone, and now you're trying to smash your own feet with stones. What the hell are you eating?"

Hearing this, she was not angry, but instead smiled at him. "What kind of medicine is wrong? I just suddenly realized that this child is too pathetic. Later on, when I thought about it, Cissy was only one year old, and I wanted her to sleep alone in a dark room. Don't you think that's too cruel? " After saying that, she lowered her head and continued to silently sort the photos, and then placed them into the album one by one.

His mouth was open, unable to answer. Who is this woman? Could it be that she accidentally hit her head and her personality suddenly underwent a huge change? A while ago, there had been a report on TV about a state-owned decoration worker suddenly transforming into a genius painter or something after suffering a brain injury.

"Ah, I almost forgot to ask you," Lin Xiaoqing suddenly raised her head as if she remembered something, "I cooked a pot of apple soup this afternoon, do you want some?"

He was stunned for a moment. Even the apple soup had appeared?

"What?" She looked at him incredulously and teased, "Or do you not like apple soup?"

"I'm not hungry."

"It's just a bowl, I'm not asking you to drink a pot."

He was speechless. He really didn't know how to react. Her humor did not make him laugh, it made his hair stand on end.

She had a sense of humor. She was a generous and funny girl, but after the marriage, her sense of humor was like death. She never woke up.

"Do you really not want to drink? "It's very delicious." she asked again.

In fact, he thought, he really did think that the brainless couple had been in a cold war for too long, and in such a short time, it would be difficult for him to lower his face to accept such unreasonable consideration.

"No need, I really don't have an appetite." Rejecting her seemed to have become his instinct.

"Fine." Lin Xiaoqing shrugged, feigning indifference. She hid her loss well, but he caught her red-handed. His heart tightened for no reason and he felt ashamed for the bowl of soup.

Damn it, he must have been too tired to be affected by her strange behavior. Therefore, he made a prompt decision. He stood up and said, "I'll go to sleep first. You can take your time to take care of it."

"Alright." She made no special response. If it were before, she would probably say sourly: Yes, you can go to sleep, anyway I'm here by myself to sort out the memories of the two of us, isn't it very warm?

But she didn't. She even looked up, smiled at him, and said softly, "Good night."