Who Is the Prey

At the end of the day, he Yan came back a little late. First, she parked her car on the side of the road. Then she took her subscription newspapers and magazines from the mailbox at the gate of the hospital. She looked through it and walked into the yard. Unexpectedly, she found a letter, a brown envelope, with only her name on it.

It was a rare handwritten letter. On the writing paper, there was a faint ink bamboo. The bamboo branches were straight and sharp, just like the handwriting on the paper:

Hello, he Yan.

When you write this letter, you are sleeping by my side, and when you see this letter, my dirty body is buried in no way. It's amazing, isn't it? We separated a year of time again relative, across life and death, you look at my writing, and I greedily look at your face.

Ah Yan, I'm as mean as ever, but I'm cowardly and weak.

Even in the face of you a year later, I still have no courage to ask whether the child is well. I look forward to him in my heart humbly to be able to lie beside you at this moment, but also deceive oneself to comfort oneself, it doesn't matter, if he can't be by your side, he can at least be by my side.

Will there be my shadow in the eyes of the child I tried to save with my life?

I thought I had a thousand words, but I didn't know what I could say until I wrote the words. It's me who dragged you into hell inch by inch, and now I'm dreaming that you can be moved by my words. It's ridiculous, isn't it?

But I have done something more ridiculous than this. I hide in the dark video room alone, like a peeper, watching the little things in your life and Liang yuanze's life, watching the two of you according to one end of the sofa, doing what you want to do. Sometimes you will smile at him, sometimes you will get angry with him, and sometimes even stretch out your toes to kick him "Yuanze, go and pour me a glass of water."

Whenever I see here, my heart will be jealous crazy, but also sad to find that nothing can be changed, can only imagine that the man in the image can be changed into me, how good it would be.

It's not Liang yuanze. It's me. It's me. It's me. You're smiling at me. You're angry at me. You're sticking out your toes to kick that man. It's me.

But that person is not me after all, and I don't have Liang yuanze's good temper.

I won't tell you to sit so far away from me. You should sit beside me. You'd better cuddle in my arms. When you smile at me, I will bend down to kiss you. But if you get angry with me, I will definitely drag you over and teach you a lesson. Will I go and pour water for you? I've seriously thought about this question, and the answer is that I will, too. But I should tell you more: "a Yan, go and cook for me. I'm hungry."

It's very much like a schizophrenic, would you look and laugh?

Ah Yan, you are right. Everything we have is wrong. Meeting is wrong, starting is wrong, entanglement is wrong, everything is wrong, how to do is wrong. And I just hope that I can put an end to these mistakes right now.

A Yan, I'm sorry. I'm sorry to have hurt you like that. I can't regret it.

A Yan, I am willing, willing to use my death to end all this wrong, return your peaceful life.

A Yan, a Yan, a Yan, a Yan, a Yan, a Yan. I read your name again and again, hoping to remember more firmly, so that it can accompany me through the next huangquan road.

Ah Yan, do you know?

More than once, I thought, how good it would be if we didn't start that night like that.

The setting sun came from the side and fell on the paper, which made the handwriting a little trance. Unknowingly, there are tears rolling down from the corner of her eyes. He Yan doesn't know why she wants to cry, but she can't control herself. Just like a year ago, she came out of the color Doppler ultrasound room of the maternity hospital. After two steps, she had no strength. She could only lean on the corridor, cover her mouth with her hands and slowly slide down.

She saw the nearly four month old fetus, the one with long hands and long feet, swimming and playing in the amniotic fluid. It is always moving, lively and cheerful, and has no idea of its future fate. A living life like this!

People were coming and going in the corridor, and all kinds of sight fell on her. Liang yuanze came over from the waiting area. He didn't care about other people's eyes. He held her shoulder with both hands and lifted her from the ground with his lips closed. "Yan Yan, we don't need surgery. We'll go back."

She looked up at him in astonishment and was stunned for a moment. Then she said in a hoarse voice, "this is Shen Zhijie's child."

"It's yours, too." He answered her, and there was a struggle in his eyes, but slowly, the eyes finally became firm. He looked at her and told her word by word: "no, it's not Shen Zhi Jie. It's just your child. In the future, it will still be our child. Yanyan, let's go back. "

"Our children have been killed by Shen Zhijie." She said, holding her head to his shoulder and telling him the secret hidden in her heart, "yuanze, we had children. Our children were killed by him. He forced me to have an abortion and threatened me with your life."

Liang yuanze's body was stiff in an instant. He never knew that they had a child.

She said, finally unable to control the mood, like a child crying, "I hate, I hate. He killed our children. Why should we keep his children? No, we don't stay, absolutely not! Let's go. We're going to have surgery now. You can't make it grow up any more! " Almost out of control, she dragged him forward in a panic, "come on, come on."He walked with her a few steps, but stopped and pulled her, "Yan Yan, let's go home."

She slowly quieted down and stood there, looking at him helplessly and calling his name gently: "yuanze."

He stretched out his hand, took her head and pressed it to his chest. After a long time, he slowly told her, "Yan Yan, we are not the same as him."

Yes, they are different from Shen Zhijie. Even if they have been insulted and hurt, they will not become Shen Zhijie. Because no matter what you get hurt, it can never be a reason to hurt others. She understood, Liang yuanze understood, but Shen Zhijie did not understand, never understood.

He Yan wiped her tears and tore up the letter with the envelope and threw it into the dustbin beside her. She lowered her head and turned the key from her purse. It was easy to find the key. Before she could insert it into the door lock, the door was opened from inside.

Liang yuanze was holding the baby in one hand, but holding a bottle in the other hand. He looked at her with the same eyes as a savior. However, he kept complaining: "I heard your car ringing for a long time. Why didn't you come in the door for a long time and grind something outside? In the future, I will never let you go out alone

She didn't answer. She just laughed and laughed, but her eyes were red.

In fact, life can be like this is already excellent.

(the end of the whole book)

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