A Warm Wedding and A New Bride of Young Master Lu - Chapter 1955

"I want to sleep in my mother's room," musjue asked

"No problem." "But would you like us to squeeze a small bed together?" said musjue

Read without hesitation nodded: "I would like to!"

The bodyguard brought a folding bed, which is only one meter and two wide. For the musjue and Niannian, who are used to the big bed, this bed can be called "mini".

Musjue beckoned the bodyguard to put the bed beside Xu Yuning's bed.

In this way, he can pretend to sleep in the same bed with his mother.

No matter how small the bed is, he can stand it!

Before nine o'clock, he yawned and fell on the knee of musjue and said, "Dad, I'm sleepy."

Musjue closed the computer and put it aside, picked up the little guy and said, "I'll deal with the work when you fall asleep."

As soon as the little guy touched the bed, he got into the bed, looked at musjue and said, "Dad, go to work, I can!"

Musjue tucked in the quilt for the little guy: "really?"

"Well!" Chanting and nodding affirmatively, looking at Xu Yuning on another bed, his voice was filled with happiness, "I have a mother with me!"

"Good night," he said, kissing the boy on the forehead

"Good night, Dad!"

Read and close your eyes, hear the sound of musjue going out and closing the door, then quietly open your eyes again.

He turned over and lay on his side, facing Xu Youning. After a while, he said:

"Mom, dad said that when I was very young, I also slept in this room."

"Mom, I've grown up a lot. Uncle Yue Chuan said that I'm a big boy. Wake up and see me..."

"Mom..."

Chanting said a lot off and on, but as usual, Xu Youning did not respond.

Instead of feeling disappointed, he smiled and said, "OK. Good night, mom. "

The little guy closed his eyes, adjusted a comfortable posture and coaxed himself to sleep.

When musjue returned to his room, it was almost eleven o'clock, and the little guy was facing Xu Youning, curled up in his quilt, sleeping soundly.

After washing, he lay down beside the little guy, facing Xu Yuning like a little guy, and closed his eyes.

The bed is too small, and there is a slight sense of crowding when sleeping, which is the last feeling that musjue likes.

However, in such a time, the right crowding makes him feel deeply that he and Xu Youning, as well as the little guy in his arms, are family. Although they and Xu are still unable to hug, kiss and hug each other. But their hearts are very close.

This night, falling asleep became a very easy thing for musjue.

I don't know how long I slept. Xu Yuning goes into musjue's dream.

She woke up, and muskey saw clearly that she was sitting on the bed, looking at him with a smile on her face and eyes.

Compared with four years ago, she has almost no difference. She still looks like a giggle, with deer like eyes that look smart and energetic.

She asked how the four years had gone.

Musjue reached out his hand and touched her face. "Tell me first, how are you these four years?"

These four years are like a long dream for Xu Yuning.

She can occasionally feel everything around her, hear someone talking, or talk to her. She wanted to respond, but she couldn't move or make a sound, even though she had exhausted all her strength.

Read, read She often hears the name.

Later, she understood vaguely that it was her and Muse's child.

Their child, in her coma, came to the world safely.

She can feel the growing up of mindfulness, from babbling, to calling "Mom and Dad" in a tearful voice, and now she can speak complete sentences and express her own meaning.

But she didn't know how old he was.

Maybe four or five or six, maybe ten or so?

The only thing she knows is that no matter how old the little one is, she has missed his most important growing process, which will be a regret for her life.

And musjue, who could often feel him by her side.

No, to be more precise, it was during her lethargy that he was always by her side.

Sometimes he would talk to her, sometimes he would talk about recitation, but sometimes he just held her hand and said nothing.

He was always by her side, waiting for her to wake up from the nightmare.

Every time when he felt musjue, Xu Youning could feel his sadness at the same time.

That kind of sadness is not strong, nor to the extent of fighting for the earth. It just lingers in the air lightly, flows into her heart along the breath, makes her mood also follow the depression, and her heart follows the stabbing pain.The stabbing pain in the heart, of course, was due to the pain in the heart.

The more distressed she was, the more she wanted to wake up and soothe musjue's grief.

However, after so many efforts, success is always out of the question.

She is like falling into a terrible nightmare, trapped in a dream by a net, she can't break away with any force.

She wanted to cry. Her eyes were obviously hot, but the tears just couldn't flow out, as if the lacrimal gland was blocked by something strange.

In addition to musjue and chanting, she could feel others occasionally.

For example, Su Jian'an and Xiao yunyun, Luo Xiaoxi and ye Luo, and of course, Shen Yuechuan and song Jiqing.

They are as important a source of strength as musjue and Niannian.

Whenever she feels tired and doesn't want to fight against the nightmare, compromise like this, and sleep like this, they will become her strength, supporting her not to give up and continue to fight against the dream.

There were many times, when she went through a long sleep and regained consciousness, it seemed that time had passed for a long time. The little guys were able to say one or two words instead of simple sentences.

Fortunately, no matter what, she has not been swallowed by the nightmare, and has recovered consciousness again and again.

She doesn't know how long she will fight against this dream, but as long as she can sense everything around her, she will never give up hope.

Recently, she seems to see the light of hope.

Recently, she can not only feel the surrounding sound and touch, but also occasionally even feel the wind outside the window and the sunshine beside the window.

She could even feel that it was early summer, even though she didn't know what year it was.

Of all the recent senses, the voice and touch of Muse and recitation are the most obvious.

She knew that musjue would come every day recently and told her that she would soon wake up and that she would work harder to overcome the nightmare.

Chanting is not as common as musjue's, but every time she comes, she can feel the little guy beside her bed, or sleep beside her, quiet down, and she can even hear his slight breath.

For a lot of moments, Xu Youning clearly felt that her heart was soft and full of tenderness.

If she is healthy, she will be reluctant to refuse any request from the child.

Now, what this child has put forward to her is a heartbreaking request --

"Mom, I have grown up a lot You wake up and look at me. "

When this sentence is put into eardrum, Xu Youning feels like a knife.

She is a mother, and her children ask for her, so humble that they just look at him.

She has missed his growth for so many years, is it necessary to continue to miss it?

No, No.

She wants to wake up, witness his growth from now on, participate in his childhood, his life.

Maybe it's because the belief is strong enough. At that moment, Xu Youning clearly felt that there was a force pouring into her body.

With this power, she tried again and again.

Finally, the world in front of us is no longer a dark place, but a soft morning light.

She finally broke away from the dimples and the endless darkness and saw the sunshine again.

With the sunshine, is the sound of breathing.

The shallow, familiar sound of breathing gave her a deep feeling.

She just woke up. She didn't have much strength, but she wanted to see her and mussieu's children too much. She turned her head to the sound of breathing, and a small face that looked like mussieu was sleeping.

The little guy really looks like musjue. Of course, musjue is not so cute as him.

However, he is also her son. There is something like her.

It doesn't matter if the little guy doesn't look like her. She will cultivate him to be as lovely and likeable as her.

Oh, No.

The little guy looks four or five years old. She It's almost 30 years old. The word "lovely" seems to be no longer applicable to her.

Xu Yuning thought, trying to reach out and touch the little guy, just like he used to touch her carefully.

However, there is no strength.

At the same time, the scalding tears burst out spontaneously.

It's not because of sadness, but a feeling of joy and tears.

"Read."

Xu Yuning called the little guy, his voice was very low, and he was hoarse, like an adult who just learned to speak.

She can't touch her child for the time being, but at last she can call out his name and see him.

"Read..."

Xu Youning's voice is louder than before, though it is still a little hoarse.

I went to bed early yesterday, and the bed was not very comfortable. I woke up early in the morning, but I didn't want to open my eyes, and I was half asleep and half awake.In a daze, he heard his name called one after another.

It must be dad or grandma Zhou who wants to wake him up. Hum, he won't be fooled!

Read and close your eyes more tightly and shrink into the quilt.

I indented into the quilt and thought something was wrong.

That voice, not Dad's voice, not grandma Zhou's voice, not uncle and aunt's voice.

Well, isn't it