night.
Dou Weier and Jing Suosuo accompanied Ye Qingxin to live in the old house of Yan's family. As the only adult of Mrs. Yan, Ye Qingxin should keep watch for her, but Jing Boyuan loved her so much that he only asked her to stay there until twelve o'clock, and then forced her to go back to her room to rest.
Just like that time in T City, Jing Boyuan guarded the mourning hall for Ye Qingxin.
In the next six days, there was an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences. Ye Qingxin and Mr. Yan stood aside, listening to the comfort of wishing you to take care of me countless times.
Wreaths, flower baskets, elegiac couplets, elegiac curtains and funeral ceremonies filled the courtyard.
On the seventh day, the funeral.
Ye Qingxin watched Mrs. Yan being pushed into the incinerator, and only then did she truly realize that she had lost another relative. She was lying in Jing Boyuan's arms, and only the sense of security and warmth he gave her could soothe her sadness and uneasiness.
After the burial, waves of relatives and friends kowtowed and left. In the drizzle, Ye Qingxin looked at the person who was still alive a few days ago and turned into a cold tombstone. Her mood was like the misty green hill not far away, full of haze.
After everything was over, back to the old house of the Yan family, the yard was no different from a few days ago, and the servants were cleaning up.
Except, that person is gone.
There are still some follow-up matters to be dealt with, Jing Boyuan asked Dou Weier and Jing Suosuo to continue to accompany Ye Qingxin.
Dou Weier, who never goes out without makeup, has been wearing a plain face these days, and is also very well dressed.
In the past few days, her mobile phone has been ringing.
Now it rang again, and she answered the phone. After the other side finished talking, she said impatiently: "I have something important these days, you just push the event over there, that's all right, don't tell me those useless things, I'm busy."
When she hung up the phone, Ye Qingxin said: "Go and do it if you have something to do, and it's nothing important on my side."
"It doesn't matter." Dou Weier sat down next to Ye Qingxin again, and said, "Those capitalists are the most blood-sucking. If I am too talkative, they will do whatever they are told. Sooner or later, they will be squeezed until there is not a drop of blood left. We cannot spoil them."
"It just so happens that I haven't had a good rest for a long time, so I take it as a few days off for myself to spend time with you."
Dou Weier won the first place in the model selection. With her stunning looks and hot body, she became famous at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. Now she has re-signed with an internationally famous modeling agency. She often travels around the world. Searching for her name on the Internet, there are so many photos and messages that pop up that make people dizzy.
She has devoted all her thoughts to her modeling career, and she has achieved quite a lot, accompanied by her confidence. In the past, she had to do what the company's agent told her to do. Now, she has enough capital and confidence to say no.
Jing Suosuo huddled in a corner of the sofa, nodding her head to doze off. She hadn't slept well these few days. During the day, she accompanied Ye Qingxin, and at night she was busy with her graduation thesis.
"Go back to your room and sleep for a while." Ye Qingxin patted Jing Suosuo's knee.
Jing Suosuo woke up suddenly, stared wide-eyed for a moment before returning to his senses, "No, my brother asked me to accompany you because of my brother's trust in me, I can't let him down."
After all, she let out a big breath.
Ye Qingxin had no intention of persuading her, so she went with her.
When it was almost five o'clock, Jing Boyuan came back after finishing everything, and Dou Weier and Jing Suosuo consciously left space for them to be alone.
Old man Yan went back to his room and went to bed as soon as he came back. He is also physically and mentally exhausted these days.
Ye Qingxin nestled silently in Jing Boyuan's arms, wantonly absorbing the warmth from his body.
Ye Qingxin ate very little for dinner, and lying on the bed after taking a shower, she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
The child is in Nanshan Villa, and is taken care of by three aunts, Mrs. Jing and He Su'e. Ye Qingxin feels relieved. She and Jing Boyuan live in the old house of the Yan family. For a moment, she doesn't want the courtyard to be empty as soon as Mrs. Yan leaves.
"Boyuan, when we get to this day, the children will definitely be very sad."
The dim light in the yard dimly illuminated the outline of the bedroom, Ye Qingxin rested on Jing Boyuan's hard arm, watching the mottled light and shadows on the ceiling left by the light coming in from the window.
"Although I can't do it without being sad, I hope that our children will not be too sad in the future. Everyone is mortal"
Jing Boyuan didn't open his mouth, his slightly heavy breathing sprayed on top of her head, and with the hands clasping her head, he traced her auricles with his thumbs.
The rough touch made her feel at ease.
He was very busy these days, Ye Qing knew his hard work, hugged his waist, buried her face in his chest, listened to his heartbeat and closed her eyes.
Dou Weier accompanied Ye Qingxin to live in Yan's old house for three days. On the fourth day, she dressed stylishly and pulled her suitcase and left. Jing Suosuo left a day earlier than her.
Half a month later, Ye Qingxin proposed to let Old Man Yan move to the Nanshan villa, and he was the only one in the old Yan family house. Ye Qingxin was worried, and couldn't bear to let him live here so alone.
Mr. Yan refused. He said that she wanted to stay, and he felt that Mrs. Yan was still there.
Ye Qingxin persuaded her for a long time, but Old Man Yan didn't let go, Ye Qingxin had no choice but to tell the servant to take good care of the old man over and over again, and call her immediately if there is anything to do.
When she returned to Nanshan Villa, she felt inexplicably as if she had passed away.
At the beginning of June, the three little ones were already ten months old. On the lawn, Mrs. Jing and He Su'e held Niannian and Chaochao's hands to let them practice walking. The little one walked with their calves in hand, and Mu Mu stood there holding the outdoor wicker chair.
Seeing Ye Qingxin, Niannian and Mumu scrambled towards her, swinging their calves, walking in a hurry, for fear of falling behind.
During this period of time, they got together less and separated more, and they didn't become unfamiliar with Ye Qingxin at all.
Ye Qingxin squatted down and greeted them with open arms.
The soft little bodies threw themselves into her arms one after another, Ye Qingxin hugged them, and suddenly burst into tears.
Her relatives will leave one by one, but at the same time, new relatives will be born one by one, endlessly.
"The past is in the past, let's look to the future." Mrs. Jing knew that Ye Qingxin was thinking of Mrs. Yan, so she sighed and comforted her.
Chao Zhao stared curiously at the tears on Ye Qingxin's face for a moment, then stretched out his fat little hand to wipe away her tears, as if to wipe away her tears, and imitated every year to wipe away the tears on Ye Qingxin's other side.
The soft little hands and strength directly softened to Ye Qingxin's heart.
Mu Mu stood on the rattan chair and stared straight at this side without making a sound. Seeing that he also wanted to come, He Su'e walked over and asked him, "Does Mu Mu want to go to mother's side?"
Mu Mu raised her head to look at He Su'e, and gave a childish ah.
Mu Mu looks the most like Jing Boyuan, his eyes and nose are exactly like Jing Boyuan's, and even his mouth has an eight-point resemblance. His personality is also the same as Jing Boyuan's when he was a child, very quiet. He Su'e's eyes became more gentle, and he took Mu Mu's two little hands and walked towards Ye Qingxin.
When she reached Ye Qingxin's side, Mu Mu threw herself into Ye Qingxin's arms, uttered a similar tone to Ye Qingxin, and then stretched out her fleshy little hand to wipe Ye Qingxin's eyes.
The thoughtfulness of the three little guys warmed Ye Qingxin. She wrapped her arms around her and hugged the three sons into her arms.
Jing Boyuan stood beside the car, holding the car keys in his hand, looking at his wife and son with gentle eyes.
He Su'e walked to his side, Jing Boyuan looked away from his wife and children, and looked at her. Although the relationship between mother and son has eased, the previous estrangement has not completely disappeared.
"Is there something wrong?" Jing Boyuan asked alienatedly.
He Su'e didn't look at him, but her eyes fell on an unknown small wild flower not far away. There would be gardeners to repair it regularly in the yard, and basically there would be no uninvited flowers and plants growing. It is commendable that this small grass can grow smoothly and still bloom.
"Your father wanted to get back with me, but I never agreed. The incident sixteen years ago brought harm to you, your father, me and him."
Speaking of this, He Su'e's throat seemed to be strangled, and she couldn't say what to say next.
Su Muchen paid his life for that incident. She didn't know why she committed suicide back then, but she knew that it must have something to do with her.
Jing Boyuan put his free hand in his trouser pocket, and with his other hand, he dug his index finger on the key ring. It was not too fast or slow, like a small unconscious movement.
After a moment of silence, he said, "Life is short."
These words were a bit out of date, and He Su'e was stunned for a long time before she understood what he meant.
Life is short, there is not much time for people to waste and entangle, want to do something, as early as possible.
He Su'e felt her eyes burning, "Do you mind?"
Jing Boyuan looked at the picture of his son's toddler, and his voice drifted away, "He doesn't mind at all. I have no position to mind."