Laughing, I said:

"Jie Jie is like a child. One or two months is like a child's one or two years. Now is the time when he is naughty and sensible at the age of five or six. Do you think you love him or not? I regard him as my child."

The prison guard continued to groom Jie Jie one after another, and asked calmly:

"Do you love your child very much? Do you love Yin Yijie very much? That child is his, right? You still love him now."

I stopped smiling, but the corners of my lips were still raised. I looked at him and asked: [

"Of course I love my baby. Why do you ask?"

At that time, in order to prevent Yin Yijie from getting into unnecessary trouble, and also to prevent others from forcing me, I was reckless and stupid.

From then on, I no longer think about it; let alone show it to others.

Besides,

"Is there anything important? The baby is already gone."

The prison guard was silent for a while and then said:

"Everyone knew when Mr. Yin carried you to the hospital. This kind of love is so rare. Oh, how great would it be if Jie Jie could accept me? Everyone is guessing whether the child is Mr. Yin's. If so.

, then your love is loyal and you are a good girl; if not, then you love so passionately and you are a bad girl. However, after being here for so long, everyone only sees your good and not your bad."

I am a little dizzy. I feel that I am not drunk, but the prison guard is drunk? Is that right? I asked:

"Who are 'everyone'?"

Oh, who cares?

I feel dizzy. It’s my first time. Is it good or bad when Jie Jie takes me home? Is it important? Is it not important? No solution

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The autumn wind is blowing, the autumn rain is coming, and the autumn geese are flying south.

The branches are scattered, the soul is lost, and the cold water can find a nest, there is nowhere to hide, but it is wasted time.

The sycamore trees are bare, the acacia trees are bare, how much taste there is in them, and the dark clouds are hanging over them, wandering from west to east.

Elegance is sometimes a kind of fantasy. If you think too much, you will hurt yourself as the autumn flowers fall.

Standing in front of the window, listening to the sound of rain, I thought of last year at this time, when I grew up in that greenhouse, so nourished; but I didn't expect that I could withstand the wind and rain.

Returning to nature, maybe I returned a little too completely?
Chapter completed!