The summer wind is extremely hot, and the sunshine is even more intense.
Recently, the weather forecast, this summer will be a severe heat, and the news is reported every day to pay attention to heatstroke prevention.
The car was driving on the street, and the hot wind hit her face. She drove continuously, drove through the city, and went straight to the pier.
There was no one on the pier, and the sea breeze at night was as hot as the day, and even more humid.
On the dock, the man stood alone, leaning on the car, standing here.
Song Qiyue got out of the car, she walked to meet him and came to him. The two looked at the coastline of the pier together, the sea was undulating, rolling like this, the sea breeze was even hotter, and soon there was a wet tide on their faces.
"Sorry, I can't do it, I can't do it! I can't do it! I really can't do it!" Song Qiyue trembled and said apologetic words, her hands clenched into fists.
The man said, "You have forgotten, you have forgotten your father, you have forgotten your mother, you have forgotten your auntie Jun, they are not important to you."
"No! Important! They are important to me! Really!" Song Qiyue turned around and she shouted to him, "Really! You believe me!"
The man said, "Forget it."
After he said, he looked at her and turned around, and he was about to get in the car.
"Listen to me! Believe me!" Song Qiyue grabbed his arm at once, "They are my mom and dad, my auntie Jun! How could it not matter! But I can't do it! I really It just can't be done--!"
"Please! Please! Nie Xun! Don't go!"
Song Qiyue begged, the man stopped, he turned his head, he held her hand instead, "Even if it's not for them, don't you want to think about your children? He is still in the old house of Mo family, you don't want to Do you want to get him back again!"
"I think! I want him!"
"Then why can't you do it! Don't you want him!"
"No..." She kept shaking her head and whispering constantly, she was on the verge of suffering!
The man looked at her tangled and painful face in the night, which made his eyes condensed, and the depth in his eyes finally rose and fell, as if the sea surface could no longer be calm!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really can't do it..." Song Qiyue grabbed his hand, she kept begging, bloodshot eyes filled with eagerness!
The sea breeze blew by and messed up their hair. At this pier, the man whispered, "You can't do this thing, I won't force you. But there is another thing you can always do. Up."
"What?" Song Qiyue asked.
"I want you to get his..." The man's voice floated in the sea breeze and shook into her ears.
The howling wind passed by, the man lowered his eyes and asked, "Little Qi, you must do this thing!"
The wave slapped the sound away, and two people stood on the dock.
Although the summer is hot, the Mo family’s old house is still quiet, but on the courtyard trees, there are cicadas screaming, and the moans of insects one after another, which proves that this is the summer season.
The air-conditioning in the partial hall is not too low, but the temperature is normal, plus ice cubes from the cellar are taken and placed in the hall to cool down and expel the heat. Mo Zhengyan was sitting on the sofa, while Sister Lan said by the side, "Young Master, Young Lady always have nightmares these days and nights."
The cry of horror at midnight would be heard by Sister Lan, who was sleeping in the baby room next door, so she knew.
Mo Zhengyan said, "Replace all the things on the bed with the one that Miss Luo Zheng previously ordered. Steward Zhao, you can replace them all."
"Yes, young master." Steward Zhao answered.
"Also, prepare milk and let her drink it before going to bed."
"Yes."
"I took the ice from the ice cellar and sent it directly to the young lady's room. She is afraid of heat, but not too cold, which is not good for her health."
"Yes."
"Don't give her ice."
"Yes."
"Put the sweet soup in ice water until it is almost cool, and then send it to her."
"Yes."
After Mo Zhengyan gave orders one by one, but Manager Zhao took it down immediately.
Within a day, Mo Zhaili was completely renewed.
That was specially selected by Luo Zheng, and even specially tailor-made, lavender-scented bed utensils soaked in a special process. Not only the rooms, but the entire old house, has been replaced with that special scented fabric home textiles, just to add the faint soothing scent to the air.
I don't know if the aroma played an effect or how, or whether the ice in the ice cellar or the milk every night is useful, the midnight dreams are no longer disturbed.
It's just that even though Song Qiyue went to sleep, she still didn't sleep well.
When she woke up, Song Qiyue felt extremely tired, as if she was climbing a peak, but no matter how she climbed, she couldn't finish it, just like the train and railway road, she couldn't finish it.
On the weekend, Song Qiyue was tired and unwilling to move.
Butler Zhao brought sweet soup and smiled, "Madam, Master is out today."
Song Qiyue nodded, and Steward Zhao asked again, "Madam, how are you sleeping these days?"
"It's okay." At least compared to before, it's better.
"The young master said that I was afraid that you would not sleep well, so I asked me to replace all the fabrics in the old house with the same ones in the mansion. It was customized by Ms. Luo Zheng and has the effect of calming the gods." Steward Zhao returned with a smile. Tao.
Song Qiyue held the spoon, and she was slightly certain, "He asked you to change it?"
"Yes." Steward Zhao said again, "not only this, the ice cubes in this room and the milk before going to bed are also ordered by the young master. Also, the young master also said that you cannot let the young lady eat ice. So even The lily mung bean soup is also put in ice water to cool down, without ice."
All these are actually what he said
Why did he do this
After returning to New York, they were still as before, splitting rooms and sleeping without disturbing each other, still respecting each other as guests, but why is he doing this now
Song Qiyue stared at her, as if she was trying to clear away the doubts that shouldn't be there.
The layout of the old house was changed, but it was only able to cure the symptoms but not the root cause. After reluctantly sleeping for a few nights, Song Qiyue began to have those messy dreams again. In the dream, they grabbed her and asked her to entangle her. The little girl was reading poems, she was singing nursery rhymes, and it was the scene of her mother jumping down from the third floor, recurring!
——July, you are here, you are here obediently, don't come out, no matter what you hear in a while, don't come out!
——Song Family...and Mo Family...Which one do you choose...
——Tell mom, will you be obedient.
——From now on...July...She is no longer the daughter of the Song family...Not anymore...
It was the voices of mother and Aunt Jun, intertwined, and then she seemed to see the man in the dream. He picked her up and smiled so softly. It was her father, but it was too vague to see clearly. That face.
Suddenly a camera shakes, and they all accuse her! They were all glaring at each other. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could feel it!
Whose voice is in my ears, coming from far and near clearly.
——Think about our home, think about father, think about your mother, and your auntie Jun, they are all!
Dad, Mom, Auntie Jun, I was wrong! It's my fault!
The cry faintly sounded, like a scream in the old house!
The cry awakened the sleeping people. Sister Lan got out of bed and got out of the room, but she saw Mo Zhengyan out of the corridor, "Master!"
"Sister Lan, go to sleep." Mo Zhengyan replied, and Sister Lan nodded.
Mo Zhengyan pushed open the door, and he walked quickly to the bedroom.
On that big bed, she sank into the bed, motionless, but tightened the quilt, as if looking for the life-saving straw. She fell asleep, but she was still crying!
Mo Zhengyan's eyes suddenly tightened, and he immediately left, his hand holding her hand!
Suddenly, in the darkness, a person's hand stretched out to hold her, Song Qiyue was shocked there, but he heard someone shouting, "July! July?"
She kept shouting and pulled her back from the darkness, and the whimpering sound stopped, and Song Qiyue woke up in a daze!
She still couldn't recover, her cold body was trembling, but in an instant, she was swept into a warm embrace. She felt the warmth, and she couldn't help but want to lean on and get closer. , Closer and closer!
"Have a nightmare again?" It was his voice that sounded low in his ear, "Dreaming of Auntie Jun again?"
Song Qiyue couldn't help nodding her head, bewildered by him, but sure in her heart for an instant.
"It's okay, it's okay..." He stroked her back lightly, soothing her all.
With a magical sense of stability, Song Qiyue gradually calmed down, and her whole body also relaxed.
He was still stroking her, "It's okay, it's all over, it's all over."
"You go to sleep, I am here to accompany you, I will not go." He said again, gently hugging her.
Song Qiyue's fingers moved slightly, and she wanted to touch him and grab him, but the male voice slammed through her ears—this is a fact, and it's useless for you to escape.
Her hand could no longer continue, she could not touch it, but it was frozen there!
"Lie down." He coaxed and helped her to lie down.
Mo Zhengyan also lay down, beside her, his hand gently wrapped her around her, he let her pillow on his arm, this sleeping posture is a completely enveloping posture, encircling her In the chest, let her not be attacked by anything.
"I'm here, you sleep well." He whispered, the voice seemed magical.
It seems to be able to hypnotize people, so that's why I feel at ease.
During his caressing, Song Qiyue closed her eyes, somehow, she felt so relieved, that the coldness of this summer seemed to be driven away. At this moment, she forgot all the chaos, but I fell asleep like this.
He kept patting her with his hand, listening to her breathing, from the rapidity at the beginning to the steady and calmness in the back.
In the silence of the night, she finally fell asleep.
Song Qiyue slept extraordinarily on this night. He fell asleep without dreaming anymore.
There is no father, no mother, no Auntie Jun, no Song family, no little girl back then, let alone those voices that are constantly invading the ears, there is no one, there is nothing.
This night turned out to be Song Qiyue's best night to sleep during this period of time.
It was a night without dreams.
When Song Qiyue woke up, it was almost noon. She opened her eyes and heard the shout, "Madam, you are awake."
Song Qiyue calmed down, and she saw him, Xiao Ting, the servant in the old house.
"Madam Shao, are you still sleepy? If you are sleepy, eat something and then sleep for a while." Xiao Ting said with a smile.
Song Qiyue's wry eyes opened, and she lay down for a while before she woke up, "Xiaoting, what time is it now."
"Madam Young, it's almost twelve o'clock." Xiao Ting's words surprised Song Qiyue!
How come it's twelve o'clock? She was late one morning! Song Qiyue hurriedly got up, "Why didn't you call me up?"
She began to put on clothes in a hurry, Xiao Ting said at a fast speed, "Master said not to wake you up, let you wake up naturally. Master also said that Madam Young does not have to go to the company in a hurry. She has asked for leave. When will she wake up? You can go anytime..."
Mo Zhengyan is the general manager of Mo's. He is naturally able to dominate the leave of absence of a staff member, but Song Qiyue still got up immediately, and she washed and went downstairs.
"Madam young, good noon, lunch is ready, you can go to the company after you eat." Housekeeper Zhao is very competent and ready.
Song Qiyue was really hungry after sleeping for so long. She had already asked for leave and missed the morning shift. She was not in a hurry for this time. She came to the restaurant to eat slowly.
"Master said that you have not slept well these days, so let us prepare light and delicious side dishes. These are your favorite dishes, Mrs. Young. The crystal steamed dumplings are replaced with vegetarian fillings, which are newly made by the chef. You can try it." Steward Zhao said diligently.
Song Qiyue moved his chopsticks and tasted a steamed dumpling. He felt that it was more refreshing than the previous one, and it was very crispy. "What's in here?"
"Fresh bamboo shoots, Yunsi, Baiye, and vegetarian ham." Steward Zhao replied, "There is still a taste of lotus seeds. If you go to the lotus heart, it will not be bitter. This is what the young master thought, the young master said, summer When it comes, the weather is hot, so I have a poor appetite and sleep well."
The young master said, the young master also said, it was all the young master said!
He seems to be everywhere, constantly spinning in her ears!
Song Qiyue looked at the crystal steamed dumplings on the plate, it was crystal clear, and her heart was lost, and she was actually faintly moved. Suddenly, I thought of the lotus seed, the heart of the lotus seed, the lotus seed.
"How are the young masters?" Song Qiyue asked.
"It's all good, Sister Lan will be with you. It's time to take a nap in a while." Manager Zhao replied.
After lunch, Song Qiyue went upstairs to look at the child, and she went to the company with confidence. Mo's was here during the lunch break, and instead of going to her department immediately, she went straight to the top floor.
"Manager Song, Mr. Mo is inside." Qian Jue was very witty when she saw Song Qiyue's arrival.
Song Qiyue nodded at her, and she knocked on the office door.
In the bright sunlight, Mo Zhengyan was sitting on the sofa. He was reading documents. The air-conditioning in the office was slightly cool. When Song Qiyue entered, he felt the whole person immersed.
He was originally focusing on the copywriting. He raised his head and looked at the old man. When he saw her, he put down the file in his hand and said, "I thought you would sleep until the afternoon, so why did you come here."
Song Qiyue took a seat in front of him, "I'll be here when I wake up, why don't you let people wake me up."
"Looking at you sleeping so heavily, I'm not willing to." He said suddenly.
There is a kind of person who can add a beautiful color to the seemingly plain words, as if he cares about how much he feels distressed, Song Qiyue replied, "I don't need it in the future. It's not good to be late for leave. "
"You have been having nightmares lately." Mo Zhengyan said again.
Song Qiyue replied, "I'm too busy to sleep well."
"When I was abroad, I wasn't used to sleeping well. How come I didn't sleep well when I came back?" He then asked, even more, "Auntie Jun's affairs are over long ago. The Song family has nothing to do with you. Take it to your heart, but you take it to your heart."
"Don't think about it anymore, forget Auntie Jun, forget the Song family, forget them." He said softly.
forget? How can I forget? How can I forget? Song Qiyue's heart was boiling like lime at this time. She opened her mouth and said quietly, "It will be better after this period of work is over."
Mo Zhengyan moved her jaw, Song Qiyue said, "You don't need to tell Steward Zhao them to do this, I don't need these!"
All those things, those young masters who heard from others said, those are everything he told and exhorted, she didn't need it! No need for all!
"You are my wife." He directly moved out this sentence and said, "You are not good, but I am not good."
As if her bored heart suddenly collapsed, Song Qiyue stared at her and said, "If you want me to be good, then give me the baby!"
"The child has always belonged to you." He looked at her intently and turned back, "As long as you are the young lady of the Mo family."
It was the origin he set, and he kept going around here, and he never gave her a way out! Song Qiyue definitely watched him for a while, she said, "Mo Zhengyan, I'm not a good actor, and I can't cooperate with you. Why are you acting like this?"
"What happened to me?" He asked, in such an innocent tone.
In the past few days, everything has been intertwined, making her want to escape, want to go away desperately, Song Qiyue coldly said at this time, "You already have Cheng Qingning by your side!"
"Why refuse to let my child go! Let me go! You know I want a child, but you still refuse to let it go! I am willing to disappear from your world forever, as long as you give me the child! You will still have children There are many! Give me my child! I will go! Get out of here!"
"Mo Zhengyan, give me Yangyang, and we will leave here!" Regardless of where this is, the office, or other things, she has forgotten her identity a long time ago, and she has forgotten those who should or shouldn't, Song Qiyue asked him Asking, but more like begging.
"Give me Yangyang, give him to me!" Leaving here, Song Qiyue just wants to leave here!
But all her rants and rants were of no use, he was unmoved, Song Qiyue broke down even more, and her voice was even more condensed, "I know! I know! I quit! Can I quit?"
Just in the mood of her collapse, his eyes tightened intently, staring at her firmly, the male voice was far away, "Song Qiyue, what do you know?"
"You love her! Cheng Qingning! I know you love her! I don't want to fight with her! Can't I even quit--!"