I leaned over, hugged him gently, and said, "Don't be sorry, I told you, you can be less sensible."

He hugged me tightly, like a drowning man grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

"Why me?" He buried his face in my neck, his fingertips tugged at the clothes on my back, choked and asked, "Why is she..."

Russell's words come from his "China Question". The researcher of filial piety is Professor Zhang Xianglong. If you are interested, you can read his "Family and Filial Piety".

Chapter 77 He Will Be My Pride

In the evening, Shang Yunrou called and asked me if I was at home. I looked at Shang Muxiao, who was sleeping tiredly, and closed the door to the living room.

"Are you coming over?" I asked.

There was a sudden transition from a quiet space to a relatively noisy environment, followed by a dull door closing.

"I'm already downstairs, open the door."

I was taken aback, hung up the phone, and went to open the door.

About two minutes later, the elevator stopped on the eleventh floor. After the door opened, Shang Yunrou walked out slowly.

I guessed that she was here for this afternoon, and turned her side to ask her to come into the room to talk.

Gently placed a cup of warm water on the coffee table, I sat down on the other single sofa, and said, "Did you come by yourself?"

"Haiyang brought me here. He's waiting for me below. I'll leave after a few words. We have to pick up Lingling later. She has piano lessons today." She moved her gaze to the closed bedroom door and asked, "how is he?"

I also looked over and said, "I was a little depressed, I went back to eat something and fell asleep."

The egg yolk also seemed to sense that he was not in a high mood, and had been quietly sticking to him, sleeping with him on the bed.

"We... Dad and I finally decided to exhibit that painting, please tell Mu Xiao." After crying so much in the afternoon, her eyes are still slightly red and swollen, and she has no energy to speak. The sharpness and assertiveness of my confrontation.

She couldn't tell whether she was lost in thought or in a daze, and Shang Yunrou didn't say anything for a while.

After a while, she suddenly said, "I oppose you being together, not just for the so-called 'normality'. It's too tiring to take care of the patient, and I don't want him to encounter what I have encountered again."

"I don't know if you have ever been with someone with depression, that feeling... She is in pain, and you are in more pain than her. She is like a black hole, absorbing all light, heat, hope, and happiness..." She quietly As he spoke, he pulled out those bloody memories little by little from his memories.

"When she doesn't take medicine, the little things will make her hysterical, break down and cry. She will have a bad temper, and she will keep drawing, but she is always dissatisfied. Taking medicine, she will calm down a little, but She also felt that the side effects of the drug 'robbed' her of her inspiration and made her unable to paint. So she poured out all the medicines and negatively treated her, which turned into a total disaster."

"In order to make her take the medicine, my father and I could only secretly add the medicine to her food. But once she noticed this, it would be another disaster, and everyone should not think about it." , She sighed softly, turned to me and said, "The last time Mu Xiao crashed the car, was it because of the rain? He should have told you why he hates rainy days."

I nodded and said, "Well, he told me something."

"That wasn't the first time our mother tried to commit suicide. When Mu Xiao was younger, she tried once, and that time she almost killed everyone. She was so sick that we had to put her in a nursing home. There, she started taking medicine on time and actively cooperated with the treatment. Everyone thought she was getting better, and so did the doctor. So a year later, she was discharged from the hospital." She pursed her lips and showed a bleak smile. , "You know what the ending is."

Shang Yunrou sat for about ten minutes and then got up and wanted to leave. I took her to the door, and she stepped out of the threshold with one foot. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and asked me if I had any news about Fang Qinian, saying that he was gone.

In fact, I was a little surprised that I didn't see anyone else this afternoon, but I only thought that he had not made up with Shang Lu, or that his status was embarrassing, and it was inconvenient to attend such an occasion. I really didn't expect him to run away from home again.

It's just, this time, don't know if he is still trying to escape, or if he really figured out how to go.

I said, "No, I took him in a while ago, but then he went home with Mr. Shang, and I never contacted him again."

Shang Yunrou looked at it as if she was mentioning it casually, and didn't mean to ask any further questions.

She lowered her head and stroked her slightly bulging belly, with a soft expression on her face, which was surprisingly consistent with Mei Zixun's expression in the painting in the afternoon: "Then let him go, I don't have the heart to care about other people's affairs now. After becoming a mother, I have a new understanding of many things, and I have a lot of expectations."

The arrival of most new lives can still bring people hope and happiness. Although I have never been a father, when Yang Youling and Beiyan were born, just looking at them, I felt that I was being pulled upward by a vigorous vitality, and even the ordinary life seemed to be dyed with some bright colors. .

"What month is the due date?" I asked.

"October."

"It's a good month." It's neither cold nor hot, and there are many sunny days.

It is hoped that the arrival of this new life can ease the pain of the merchants after more than 20 years and bring more bright colors.

Closing the door, I turned around and found the bedroom door open. Shang Muxiao leaned against the door with no sleepiness on his face, obviously he had been awake for a long time.

"Did you hear it all?"

"Then I won't repeat it to you." I went to collect the water cup on the coffee table, and just as I was about to stand up, Shang Muxiao hugged me from behind like a koala.

"You're not a patient." He pressed his lips to my neck and said sticky, "You are my gem, my mustard, my favorite... teacher."

I was a little itchy, smiled and wanted to hide, but he restrained my waist even harder.

"In a few days, I will be able to take a vacation after my invigilation is over, and then help you move house together."

His kiss continued to spread, all the way up from the neck to the pinna.