This noise lasted all night again.

All night long, I could hear the quarreling coming from the monastery, the breaking of things being thrown to the ground, and Mu Hua's whimpering. These sounds made the already restless night even more difficult.

Calm, the child kept crying, and I could only keep holding her and coaxing her.

In just a few days, I feel like several years have passed - the years Huang Tianba has experienced.

Several times, even I felt that the words Mu Hua said were a bit excessive and unbearable, but Huang Tianba did not walk away like in the past, or say some harsh words to scare her, but kept talking for a long time.

After a while of silence, explain to her slowly and patiently.

I don’t know why, although I no longer see that thin and lonely silhouette under the moon, I feel more and more uneasy.

Huang Tianba like this makes me feel like a ghost in purgatory, being swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire bit by bit, but he can't even call for help.

It wasn't until early in the morning that the sounds from the monastery slowly subsided.

That night, perhaps no one in the garden could sleep peacefully. When the morning light showed, there was the sound of servants and women walking around.

I also got up early, washed up, and went out with my child in my arms. There was still a light mist in the garden, and the morning dew condensed on the branches. The colorful clothes on people's bodies were reflected in the morning light, making them look gorgeous.

Colorful.

As soon as I went out, I saw the door of the monastery also opened, and a thin figure slowly walked out and gently closed the door.

It’s Huang Tianba.

The servant on the side had already walked over and asked him in a low voice if he wanted to send breakfast. He looked inside and whispered: "I will send it later, let the lady sleep a little longer."

"Yes."

The maid agreed and went down, but he still stood at the door, his charming eyes showing a deep sense of weariness, looking at the door of the monastery that was gently closed. After a while, he did not sigh or make any move.

With an indifferent expression, he turned around and walked out.

Just as he turned around, a clear voice sounded in the garden: "Ah!"

He suddenly stopped and looked towards me.

I also lowered my head and looked at the infant daughter in my arms. Her little face was flushed and covered with a light film of water from the morning mist. Her bright eyes were looking at Huang Tianba, and her little hands and feet were restless in her swaddling clothes.

He was squirming very hard, as if he was eager to catch something.

A smile suddenly appeared on Huang Tianba's indifferent face, and he walked over slowly.

"Are you up so early?"

"Hmm."

He lowered his head and looked at the child. Although his face was full of tiredness, when the smile appeared, the whole face was so soft that it seemed to melt into the mist. Only the light in his eyes was agile and clear, like jumping waves.

Normally. He stretched out a finger and touched the child's face lightly. The child said loudly "Hey" again, and his little face smiled like a flower.

"Oh, she is so cute!"

He said happily, and gently touched the child's little mouth. The watery little mouth suddenly opened up and made a popping sound at him. Huang Tianba suddenly laughed: "Haha

,This child——"

I also smiled: "It's rare that she cried all night, but she smiled happily when she saw you."

Huang Tianba teased her for a while, and the smile on his face slowly faded, as if he remembered something, and murmured for a while: "If I could-"

I was stunned for a moment and raised my head to look at him, but he didn't say any more. There was a look of loneliness on his face. On such a late winter morning, it was actually different from the silhouette of him I saw in the middle of the moon on those nights.

Same, there is an indescribable feeling of loneliness.

He was silent, but the child seemed unwilling to be left alone, and kept calling out to him. He came back to his senses, smiled at the child, and said: "By the way, it seems that you haven't given the child a name yet.

”

"Hmm."

"Why haven't you taken it yet?"

I said: "I'll wait for San'er to come back and give her a name."

Huang Tianba was stunned for a moment. I held the child and pressed my slightly cool cheek against her soft little face, saying: "When San'er was still in prison, he said that he would give the child a name when he was sad.

, this is how I got through it, I have thought about it a lot. So I have to wait for him to come back to get the name of the child."

Huang Tianba looked at me quietly, seeming to have some emotion. Just when he was about to say something, he heard a knock on the door from outside.

He and I both turned around in confusion - who could be coming so early in the morning?

The servants and women were still busy below, so Huang Tianba simply walked over by himself, and heard the sound of the door opening in the distance. I looked over and saw Huang Tianba standing at the door, his whole figure seemed to be frozen.

I couldn't say a word for a long while, I just stood there blankly.

I walked over subconsciously: "Master Huang, who is it?"

He stood at the door, slowly turned around, with a faint but joyful smile on his face, and looked at me: "Qingying."

"Ah?"

"Your daughter has a name."

"..."

My steps froze subconsciously, and when I raised my head, I saw Huang Tianba slowly turning sideways, revealing the figure of the man standing outside the door.

That familiar figure, tall and strong, but painfully thin because of it, was shrouded in the mist, as if in a dream. When I looked up at him, I almost thought I was dreaming.

These days, only in dreams can I see those eyes that are as clear as before.

"Liu... San'er..."

"Light!"

That familiar upright face was also full of an ecstatic smile. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. He ran in from the door and ran up to me: "Light!"

"San'er..."

The fog in front of my eyes became heavier and heavier, and blurred more and more. He had obviously walked in front of me, but I couldn't see clearly anymore. I only felt that my eyes were hot, and my chest seemed to be almost swollen due to the sudden surprise.

It feels like it's about to explode - is this a dream or waking state? Why can't I tell the difference?

If this is a dream...

God, please don't wake me up!

The next moment, I was hugged tightly by a pair of strong arms.

This time, when we go to Aunt Liu’s grave, it’s no longer my daughter and I.

When Liu Saner saw the tall tombstone, he felt as if his soul had been sucked out of him. He was shaking so much that he could only be held by one of my hands and walked slowly to the tomb.

Tears, like broken beads, dripped from the eyes and soon wetted the dark face.

I knew he wanted to cry loudly, wanted to cry hard, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out. His throat just kept struggling, as if it was being torn apart by something.

Tears are actually catharsis, and only when it hurts the most, people will not be able to cry.

I know that his pain has reached its extreme.

"San'er..."

I walked up to him, and as soon as I opened my mouth, he knelt down with a thud and kowtowed fiercely on the ground. Three, six, nine, but it was still not enough. The thumping sound made me tremble in my heart.

After a while, his forehead was cut open, and blood flowed out and soaked the ground.

I felt so distressed that I hurriedly walked over, knelt beside him, and stopped him with one hand: "San'er..."

"..."

"Don't do this!"

"..."

He couldn't say a word, he just kowtowed stubbornly, but I hugged him tightly and could no longer kowtow, but his body was shaking so badly, like a child who had just woken up from a nightmare, and opened his eyes.

At this moment, I found that I had been in a nightmare and had never escaped.

He opened his mouth, and the rattling sound coming out of his throat made him feel pain in his heart just by hearing it. However, he couldn't cry out, so he could only struggle forward desperately, seeing nothing in his red eyes.

No, just a few words on the tombstone.

"San'er... don't do this! Don't do this!"

I hugged him, hot tears falling down: "Mom will not blame you, she never will, she just wants you to be good, as long as you are good, San'er, don't let mother look at you like this, okay?

”

"..." He was still speechless, but slowly shook his head, grinding his teeth and chattering, tears bursting out like a dam. After finally losing the last bit of strength, he collapsed and shouted:

"Mother——!"

I held him in my arms with all my strength. Even though I was so weak, I still held him tightly with all my strength. I was afraid that if I missed it, he would fall down, and I was even more afraid that if I let go, I would lose him. And

This man in my arms is usually my support. His broad shoulders carry so many burdens, but at this moment he is completely helpless and curled up in my arms. After a long silence, he finally slowly lifts up.

Both hands hugged my waist.

I can feel that every time he trembles, he holds me tighter.
To be continued...