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Bet on youth

Time: 2015-05-06 Source: Reprinted Edit: Read on the road : Times

The drizzle drizzled, the black clouds were very low, and the grass on the roadside was silent with a dull head, without the enthusiasm to suck the sun. The wind screamed with cloud wings. A heavy rain strangled the anger that was about to vent.

The playing umbrella lost its shielding effect, walking towards the hut with curtains carrying the wind, the wind disturbed the child's sleeping dreams, and the baby's crying ensemble with the sound of rain in the wet season. The sound is getting louder. I walked quickly, knocking on the gray room door as the child's cry, and my clothes were wet, and my wet hair wanted to knock again. The door opened, and Xiao Han wore black hair over his shoulders, dragged yellow cotton slippers, and let me into the room weakly. There was no expression on her face, not even a faint expression. Following her, my chest seemed to be blocked with a layer of cotton.

Looking at the baby wrapped in a small blanket on the bed, I took off my coat, panting the coolness I brought, turned my head to glance at the cold Xiaohan, rubbed my wet hands, and walked to the bed lightly The child who no longer cries. He seemed to know that someone was coming. He heard a gentle voice. He tried to roll his eyelids upwards, and I knew that my figure came into his eyes. I picked him up, and my little red bean-like mouth moved upwards. He was hungry, and I glanced back at Xiao Han. Her indifferent attitude made me feel colder in the room than outside.

A large area of the bed was occupied by her body. Shattered photos were seen on the messy bed, as if filtered by a shredder, leaving traces of anger. Xiao Han was still lying in bed, turning a blind eye to my arrival. I put the child next to her, but she turned her face indifferently and didn't look at it.

She couldn't bear it, she howled in excitement, and she sat up like a madman, tears streaming away. The child's crying sounded again in the room, louder than louder. The existence of the child, Xiao Han believes that it is an insult to her. She hated Xiao Qin, the father of her son and child who had brought shame on her. Yes, the man she used to love, the man who bet on youth.

Xiao Qin and Xiao Han were classmates in college. At first sight, the two hot hearts melted together. The temperature of the relationship rose rapidly. Two months later, like many classmates, they had their own small family outside the school. Like most of them, they went to school, bought food, and cooked. As with more couples, they are noisy for little things. In the days of flowing water, in a blink of an eye, time is like a shuttle. Four years brought them together to run into each other's character. During this period, Xiao Han made three flow of people, making her weaker and more like Lin Daiyu before she was dying.

For four years, Xiao Qin's parents had not acknowledged their relationship. When they were about to graduate, Xiao Qin's parents handled him abroad. Xiao Qin's rhetoric made Xiao Hanmo go abroad with him first, and then go through her formalities. Xiao Qin was gone, and the moment he flew into the blue sky, he was destined never to set foot on this territory again. At this moment, Xiao Han never thought that she was pregnant again, and this time, she could not do it anymore, otherwise she would lose her right to be a mother forever.

She waited anxiously, but Xiao Qin's departure didn't give Xiaohan a breath. After he went abroad, he quickly found a new girlfriend, a foreign woman with blue eyes and yellow hair. This blow completely shattered Xiaohan's dream.

In pain, she gave birth to the child. She tried to drown him, but the child smiled at her sweetly, affecting her cruelty. She hugged the child and cried darkly.

The rain was still going on. She knew that I hadn't brought her good news. She asked me to find her somewhere to give her children to others. I didn't agree to her request. This is her flesh. Although his father is hateful, but the child is not wrong, he is a living life, a healthy and cute boy. I still persuaded her not to let the child bear the hatred. The rain slaps on the glass of the window, and Xiao Han's tears "click, click" flow endlessly. The heart was bleeding, and the water flowing in her heart prevented her from crossing this barrier. Her pale face made me unable to look closely.

Help her clean up the house and pack the clothes for washing. I'll take it with her.

When the rain stopped, it stopped, and a part of the sky suddenly lit up, like a flashing patio. Raise your right hand to block the thorny light,

Looking back at the opened curtains again, Xiao Han waved in the direction I was walking. This is the first time she has opened the curtains since she moved into the room. She knew that it was dawn, and the moment the sun came out, everything would pass. For the first time, she saw a pale smile on her pale face. The weak smile still made me see the strong behind her.

Without her consent, I told her mother. At this moment, she knew that she was sorry for her mother. The mother's advice made her hate her family even more, and she would rather cut off the relationship with her family. They embraced each other, tears soaked their respective shoulders, and all resentment became trivial at this moment.

Xiao Han and her mother returned home, and their family members greeted them at the train station entrance.

The swallows flew around in the sky, and the bird's song sounded again, as crisp as clear spring water, and the scent of the locust flower came to the face. Xiao Han took a deep breath and looked back to see her mother holding her one-year-old son standing at the door. Xiao Han's smile became windy, and the red cloud on her cheek made her regain the shadow of youth.

Mom hugged her son and walked towards her. Yes, she has to cherish all this before, for the people she loves and all who love her. The son's "Mom, Mom" touched her motherly soul. The wind cannot destroy the sun, and those who experience ups and downs should see the lights and hope in the distance.

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