The sound of tiny cries came out clearly from the master bedroom.
It was like a thread, tightly wrapped around the heart, then pulled tighter and tighter, strangling the heart until it almost stopped beating.
Fu Beijiu wordlessly pursed his lips.
He took a few steps back and lowered his voice, “How often does your mommy have nightmares?”
Ye Jingzhan appeared calm and composed on the surface, but in fact his heart had long been in turmoil.
He hated Fu Beijiu the most, yet he still couldn’t help but open up his heart to this man.
He lowered his head and said, “The year I first learned, Mummy had nightmares very often, once every three or five days. Later, when I grew up and Mummy slowly got her own life and work circle, the nightmares slowly decreased. I consulted a doctor and if I was woken up when I had a nightmare, it would only make it more etched in my mind, so I didn’t dare to go in ……”
Forget the pain of the past sooner rather than later.
After you forget it cleanly, you will never be infested with nightmares again.
Fu Beijiu stood outside the door, listening to the gradually stronger and weakening cries in the master bedroom, and he suddenly thought of those remarks on the news.
The day after her 18th Bar Mitzvah, the pampered Miss Ye was photographed by a reporter having an affair with a wild man, and from then on, Miss Ye became the butt of everyone’s jokes in Hai Cheng.
After that day, Miss Ye disappeared.
It wasn’t until eight months later that Miss Ye gave birth to a pair of dead babies and set fire to the Ye family, committing suicide in fear of the crime and shocking the entire Hai Cheng.
Even he, who did not care about such gossip, had heard a few mentions of it from people around him.
If he had known that he would care so much about this woman today, that year, would he have pulled her out of the abyss ……
These four years, with two children, I don’t know how this woman got by ……
Fu Beijiu sighed soundlessly.
He twisted his head to look at Ye Jingzhan, who was shrouded in darkness, and slowly asked, “Your father, didn’t he ever think of taking responsibility?”
If there was a man to lend a helping hand, her life should not be so bitter.
“Heh!”
In the darkness, Ye Jingzhan snorted a laugh.
He looked at Fu Beijue, the corners of his mouth pulling a sneer, “Our father, dead.”
……
The sun shone through the window, and Ye Yunla opened her eyes, always feeling a little heavy in the head, as if she hadn’t slept well.
And her throat, it was like she had hissed, it hurt a little before she opened her mouth to speak.
She got up and drank a gla*s of warm water, and only then did she feel better.
After washing up, she changed her clothes and went downstairs.
Just as she reached the stairs, she smelled the strong scent of food ……
“Auntie Yunla, good morning!”
Fu Ziling greeted politely as he stood in the living room refreshed.
Last night he had slept with Little Yinyin in a small bed, which was small and tiny, but very comfortable to sleep in.
It was much more comfortable than the bed he had at home.
If he could, he really wanted to stay here and not leave!
“Auntie Yunla, come over here, this is the breakfast I personally bought for you!” Fu Ziling pulled Ye Yunla towards the restaurant, “This is the best soup bun in Haicheng, this is the famous marinated noodle, this is the small dumpling, I also bought sandwich bread …… Auntie Yunara can try each of them.”
Ye Yunla: “……”
She had just almost thought that these breakfasts were made by Fu Beijiu.
It was true that you couldn’t have expectations.
She was pulled by Fu Zi Ling and sat at the table, casually ate a dunked soup bun and nodded, “It really tastes good, thank you ah little Ling Ling.”