Ye Wancheng looked at his son lovingly: "People must always have some responsibilities when they live. If they are just for money, they will have no value."

Sun Lanyu looked at this man who was obviously more vicissitudes than his peers from the rearview mirror and felt a little moved. From this man, she saw the shadow of her grandfather, the kind of person who made contributions purely for her ideals without regrets.

It was already deep in the night, and plum blossoms stroked the man's chest. "Why are you getting thinner and thinner? Don't you have a good meal?"

Ye Wancheng sat up and rolled up a cigarette. Although he threw several cigarettes at home, even Zhonghua, he couldn't help smoking. He cut a large reference into a strip, pinched a pinch of fume foam and rolled it in, bit off the paper twist in front, then bit off the end of his mouth, then lit a match, and took a deep breath, his whole body and mind were bathed in the fragrance mixed with the smell of grass.

Plum blossoms also liked the smell very much, so they took a deep breath. Then they leaned their head against the man's chest: "It smells so good!"

Ye Wancheng reached out and rubbed the woman's head: "Didn't you feel choking before?"

Meihua glanced at him: "Don't you have children at home? I'm afraid you will choke them. Now they are not in this room."

Meihua suddenly raised her head and looked at Ye Wancheng's eyes: "I saw you were in a bad mood when you came back last time, so I didn't interrogate you. Did you do anything wrong outside?"

Ye Wancheng's expression suddenly became stiff. The cigarette butt fell on the quilt, and he quickly sat up and dusted it on the ground.

When he lay down again, Meihua lay in his arms again and murmured: "If I had just doubted me before, then I would be sure today. Because you are a person who can't lie."

Ye Wanching came to think about how to say this, but Meihua stretched out her hand to cover his mouth: "Don't say anything. If you really make a mistake, the biggest torture you will suffer is your inner guilt. How can I bear to blame you?"

Ye Wancheng's eyes became wet in an instant. Why did he be so confused and make such a mistake like this woman who has been with him for nearly twenty years without regrets and gave birth to four sons for him?

This time his tears finally came down, but he didn't sobbed. Maybe he hadn't shed tears for too long, right? The tears were a little muddy, and his eyes hurt. Plum Blossoms carried him into his arms like a child. I don't know when both of them fell asleep.

Ye Ling looked at the child in his arms with big eyes and thick eyebrows. His long eyelashes were like two small brushes when he was sleeping. Time flies so fast, and the child is already a week and eight months old.

"Dingling!" A rapid phone ringing rang. Ye Ling ran over barefootly and picked up the receiver.

"Hey, Ling'er, are you okay?" A slightly magnetic baritone rang in the microphone. Ye Ling's hand holding the phone stiffened for a moment, then he then calmed down again.

"I'm pretty good, how are you in Osaka?"

There was a silence over there for a while, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I'm not very good here, and my life is too fast. I don't even have time to sleep."

He said this and paused for a moment, then he said: "I miss you and the rainy season."

Ye Ling looked at the child who was sleeping soundly, and felt a little reluctant, but then said firmly: "Hongbo, the rainy season is not your child, and our marriage is just a contract. I am sorry for you, but I told you very clearly in advance. If you are so outstanding, there will be a good girl who likes you. So, don't disturb me again in the future, okay?"

The other side of the receiver smiled bitterly: "Ye Ling, I know you don't love me. But I love you, I'm willing to do anything for you!"

"But I don't want to. I hope you can live a good life in the future and don't bother me anymore!" After saying this, Ye Ling hung up the phone.

Lying back on the bed, Hong Bo's shadow flashed in front of Ye Ling's eyes. The man had single eyelids, small eyes, and was not tall. His mother was a Japanese descendant who had not had time to leave after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. Later, she married into Jinling.

The man who married was a Kuomintang soldier with a disabled arm. His arm was injured when fighting bayonets with the Japanese. Such a family life would not be very good.

Hongbo's parents were all assigned to the cleaning team to clean. Hongbo's father is from Shandong and is very tall. However, he completely inherited his mother's genes, which made his father dislike him.

Whenever he drinks wine at night, he will vent his anger and often can't even eat supper. Ye Ling lives in the same yard with him, and his family is better. Her father is a Chinese medicine doctor, and after liberation, he went to the hospital, and his mother is a teacher. Although Ye Ling has two brothers on it, she is the most favored one.

Seeing that Hong Bo often couldn't eat dinner, Ye Ling often secretly brought him something to eat. However, Ye Ling always had a sympathy for him, but Hong Bo regarded her as his goddess since he was a child.

Later, Hong Bo also studied medicine with Ye Ling's father, and the two went to the hospital together. Hong Bo's personality has always been inferior. Although he has always liked Ye Ling, he dared not confess. Until one day Ye Ling found him and said that he was pregnant and wanted to give birth, he married her without hesitation.

Under the same roof, perhaps Hong Bo's meticulousness moved Ye Ling, and Ye Ling slowly relaxed his vigilance until one day Hong Bo climbed onto Ye Ling's bed. Although he did nothing in the end, Ye Ling still divorced resolutely.

The reason for the divorce was not told by either of them, until Hong Bo's grandmother found his mother through the diplomatic department from Japan, and then her mother took him to Osaka.

Ye Ling felt guilty about Hong Bo, and she was taking advantage of others from beginning to end. But Hong Bo has always had no regrets. Ye Ling himself knew that no one in the world could do anything except Hong Bo.

But love is never swayed by reason. Ye Ling couldn't force himself to accept him, both mentally and physically. Even though she knew that the man in the north was just a passerby with her, she just couldn't resist and would rather stick to her love for him. She didn't even want to disturb him when she had a child, and let him carry a burden.

The sky in Jinling is a bit turbid and there are no stars. What is the night sky in northern Xinjiang like? He told himself that he could touch the stars by climbing to the top of the mountain. Is that true?
Chapter completed!