The voice was so light, so light that no one could imagine that the words of cooperation could be so heartbreaking.
"you--"
Ming Qiye looked at Xia Luoying painfully, not expecting that she would have such thoughts.
She has never returned to the past at all. Her sudden tenderness was to give him a heavy blow.
She is still blaming him, blaming him for killing Ming Yi
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After that day, Xia Luoying and Ming Qiye's second child was named Ming Yan. Ming Qiye was not naming the child because it was Xia Luoying who named it, and she could do whatever she wanted!
Since that day, Xia Luoying has never left the room, nor has she hugged Ming Yan or looked at Ming Yan.
It seems that the yard where she lives has been covered in dust since that moment, far away from the world of mortals
This distance lasted three years, three whole years
Three years later, Ming Yan is no longer an infant. He has grown up and is as handsome and smart as Ming Qiye.
However, there is always sadness in him that does not belong to his age.
Every year, on his birthday, he would come and stand outside Xia Luoying's dusty courtyard for a long time, as if he wanted to see his mother through that door.
No one knows how desolate and painful the heart of this three-year-old child is.
In the yard, there are no longer so many maids as before, only the little pigeon is left to serve.
No, she opened the door and came out to go to the kitchen to bring lunch to Xia Luoying, when she happened to see Ming Yan outside the door.
When she saw these children, she felt heartbroken
"Little prince, why are you here?"
She smiled brightly and gave Ming Yan a smile, and she was full of love for Ming Yan in her heart.
Ming Yan looked at the little pigeon and said, "I'm here to see my mother."
Even if it's just through the door, it's still visible to him
The smile on Little Pigeon's face suddenly disappeared, and she felt very sorry for Ming Yan, but Ming Yan did not feel inferior.
"Little Aunt Pigeon, are you going to bring lunch to mother?"
"Um"
The little pigeon nodded and touched Ming Yan's forehead distressedly.
Ming Yan said: "Can Ming Yan accompany Auntie Pigeon to bring lunch to my mother?"
The little pigeon nodded and said with a smile: "Of course!"
The two reached a tacit understanding and headed towards the kitchen.
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Three years ago, after Ming Yan was born, Xia Luoying said that she would eat fast and pray for Ming Yi who died. Chen Ruochu told Ming Qiye that she would raise Ming Yan.
But Ming Qiye didn't agree. After all, it was his and Xia Luoying's child. He also believed that one day, she would understand and come back.
From time to time, Chen Ruochu also tried to get Ming Yan to call her mother, but Ming Yan seemed to always know who his mother was and never called her mother.
Sometimes when Mo Lingqing heard it, he still laughed at Chen Ruochu, then took Ming Yan away and told him that he only had one mother, and it wasn't that his mother didn't love him, she was just mourning for his poor dead brother.
Ming Yan nodded in understanding. Although he didn't know what happened specifically, he knew that just like Uncle Mo said, his mother loved him, even if they didn't meet, she still loved him.
After taking the lunch for Xia Luoying out of the kitchen together with the little pigeon, Ming Yan and the little pigeon returned to the yard but stopped and stopped walking, because every time he took a step, there was a threshold he had never crossed before.