Han Moyu looked at me quietly, I think he might be thinking about the truth of what I said.
When I had the first child, I told him that I had a baby in my stomach. He knew that he could still accept it. The second child had nothing to do with him from beginning to end, so he could think about it.
I pouted: "Well, let's ignore this first, and discuss it in the long term."
After I finished speaking, I turned over and turned to the other side, carefully considering whether to eat me or Tang Meng... After all, once the decision is made, it is something that can’t be turned around again. There is no chance to turn around again, regret or something. It's all useless.
After thinking about it all night, Burning Heaven came the next day, and asked me which one to choose.
I hesitated to hesitate: "Do we have the best of both worlds? I can't choose."
"how?"
"Look, if I choose to have a big snake, I will return to Tang Meng's body, so that I still look like before, but I prefer my current body, and the dragon is a brand new one. I prefer this one. He who likes me and only likes me."
"Then choose him."
"The problem is, I am carrying a child in my belly. I can't prove that this child is related to him. I'm afraid he will find the money."
"Looking for the back account?" Fen Tian raised his eyebrows: "In this way, do you want children?"
"No, no... I'm just... Tsk... I'm afraid he won't recognize it. It's not good to think about it, right." I suffocated my mouth: "That is to say, although he is brand new, I am not It's like a second marriage."
"So?" Fen Tian sat next to me, put his hand on my shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "I said more than once, I want you."
"Ang." I don't know why he brought up this matter? He just answered blankly, meaning I heard it, and then I looked at what he was going to say.
"I don't care whose child Fenyin is, let alone whose child is in your stomach. In fact, raising a child is not troublesome."
"... Ang." I feel that things are going in a bad direction. If he continues to say this, I may not know how to answer the conversation.
People are like this. When they meet their great benefactors to tell themselves their feelings, they will fall into a little bit of confusion.
I don't know whether I like him or not, and I am even more afraid that an inadvertent rejection will completely hurt his heart, thus breaking the connection between us, and even losing all his help to me.
Don't say I am greedy. People are greedy. I feel that I am nostalgic for Burning Heaven, but it is definitely not because of feelings.
But fortunately, Fen Tian didn't say in the direction of what I was afraid of. Instead, his conversation changed and became: "Then you think, who loves you more, me and him."
"It's almost the same..."
"What about hard comparisons?"
"he!"
"Since you are so confident, why bother to be afraid of him doubting." Fentian said lightly: "If you like you, you can be single-minded from now on. Correct your attitude and stop looking at the past. ."
"But he..."
"If he stops moving forward, you can also change your mind." He stroked my forehead a few times, and his eyes suddenly changed a little while looking at me: "Think carefully, I will see you again in a few days."
"Ah..." I watched Fen Tian leave blankly, always feeling that there was something in his words.
There is something in these words, what are the words, I am naturally clear in my heart, but I dare not study it in depth.
The relationship between Han Moyu and I is deep, but to be honest, the relationship with Fen Tian for so long is not shallow. I am afraid that his kindness to me will shake the relationship between Han Moyu and me.
It’s like a nest of small ants crawling in a solid building. Even though they don’t seem so important, they actually hollow out their hearts. As time goes by, the building is completely hollowed out. It needs a slightly larger wind boost, and it will collapse completely.
After biting hard on my lips, I made up my mind to observe for a few more days, and then observe for a few more days, and then I will give the answer whether to eat me or Tang Meng.
But is this what I think in my heart? There is a vaguely telling point that I still have a small choice that is to give up Han Moyu and simply start over.
I feel terrible for this idea, it's over, the little ant starts to tear down the wall...
Am I such a terrible person? How could I think of giving up Han Moyu? How could I think of such a thing
But another voice was answering me. That’s what you think. You want a more stable family. Burning Tian will give it to you. Han Moyu can’t give it. He is not stable at all. He will always be passive and Burning forever. Is proactive.
Pushing others away and being pushed away by others are two concepts.
I was a little confused. I lowered my head and shook my fingers vigorously. While reprimanding myself for being ridiculous, I was tearing down the wall of my heart.
When Han Moyu was in the next room, seeing Fen Tian left, he came to me immediately.
"What did he say to you."
"Nothing to say."
"..." Han Moyu's eyes became more and more cold: "Don't lie to me, your expression is clear."
"Sneez..." My nostrils and mouth made a disdainful voice: "Okay, okay, then straighten your head and see if my face is covered with how to be nice to him, let's go!"
I was upset, and I was rushing when I spoke. After I finished speaking, I thought Han Moyu would be very angry and quarrel with me, but he didn't expect that he looked at me for a while and turned around and left.
Who is afraid of whoever walks away!
I was a little bit guilty, but I felt that I was reasonable. I didn't do anything at all. Fen Tian said that he didn't think about my child's problems. He was the child's father and he still did! !
I was very angry, and thought that Han Moyu had left me. He held his breath for a long time, couldn't hold back, and looked at the window.
Seeing him feeding the sika deer in the yard, looking unhappy, I breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't want to answer him.
The cold war lasted until the evening when Han Moyu left. I watched him go with my eyes on the window. I wanted to go out and tell him I was not angry, but I couldn't save the face and didn't want to bow my head with him.
I didn’t even bother me... The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and the more I thought about it, the more sad I was. Finally, I lay on the bed and cried and cried. Something fluffy bites my head.
I pushed it aside and felt the fur on one hand again. I raised my head and saw a white rabbit looking at me with its ears erected, and its triangular mouth was eating my hair.
Where did the rabbit come from
I pulled back my bitten miserable hair and looked at it, and found that there was a straw yellow sign hanging on the rabbit's neck, like a road sign, I knew it, it was written by Han Moyu.
What is this
After holding the sign, I watched it up and down for a long time, and my heart became more and more angry. You... I can't read, what the hell is writing? !
A small set of characters, but he understands an'I', what does he want to say
After a while, I couldn't hold back. I went out and saw Han Moyu still standing with the sika deer. The sika deer was full and naturally didn't like to pay attention to him. The mother was still worthy of face, lying on the ground and staring at him.
"Hey." I hugged the rabbit when I went out, my face was very unkind: "You can't become a sika deer even if you stand in a cowshed, so you still don't enter the house?"
"Oh." He honestly followed me into the room, and after a long time he whispered: "Are you not angry anymore?"
"Furious." I rolled his eyes and lifted the rabbit up: "What the hell are you writing?"
"Huh?" Han Moyu was stunned, then smiled suddenly: "Don't you recognize it?"
"I can't read, I can only recognize simple ones."
"Then you don't need to watch it." He tried to bring the rabbit back, but I didn't give it, so the two men robbed the rabbit.
"If you don't say it clearly, I won't give it to you." After a few tugging, the old man who stretched the legs of the rabbit, I pretended to be angry and hummed him: "Is it going to be a divorce, I can't get a divorce! Okay! Just leave! Take the rabbit away! Don't let me see you again!"
Han Moyu was still arguing with me, but when he heard my tone, he quickly let go.
"No, I didn't write that."
The rabbit chewed helplessly, perhaps wondering if there was something wrong with the two of them.
"Then what did you write?"
"Written, give you a rabbit, don't be angry."
I listened to what he said, looked at the sign hanging on the rabbit in my arms, and counted: "No, there are three more characters behind, what's the writing?"
It looked like "What am I?" I thought to myself, could it be that this guy wrote "I love you"
Is it because these three words can't be spoken, so it is conveyed in this way of small paper jams
The more I thought about it, the happier I was, so I urged: "Say it quickly." If I suddenly say something nice, I'm still happy, maybe I will forgive him.
But Han Moyu replied blankly: "I'm hungry."
"I asked you what you wrote, and I'm eating after finishing writing."
He cast aside his lips: "I wrote, the last three words, I'm hungry."
"You are hungry… "
"I'm hungry."
"I'm grass..." I simply persuaded him, and read it again: "Send you a rabbit, don't be angry, am I hungry?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to eat a rabbit?" I suddenly felt sad for the rabbit in my arms that was both a messenger and a vegetable.
Han Moyu didn't say a word: "I'm afraid you don't want it, so you can only eat it."
I was covered with waterfall sweat again: "Did you go out to buy or catch it?"
"bought."
I never gave him any money, and I was even more sure that he was penniless... So I dropped my face.
"Where's the money."
He bowed his head and replied vaguely: "Dragon Scales exchanged money."
"Huh?" I was astonished when I heard it: "Can the dragon scales be exchanged for money? Where?"
He hid his hands slightly behind him: "No."
"Have you learned to lie?" After releasing the rabbit, I committed myself to start grabbing his wrist: "Let me see, don't hide! Eh-bastard."
Han Moyu didn't give it a life or death, and finally took out a small bag of silver from behind his belt, about a dozen or two, and placed it in my hand. Then he held me in his arms and poured it into my ears, except for the sound of a pounding heartbeat. , And his words.
"Shall we go back to the imperial capital? A long time ago, didn't you keep saying that you wanted to go back? Is it too late for me to take you back now?"