Time and you are my fault

"Haha, that's just me asking, you don't have to say anything that's inconvenient." Shi Yi turned his head and grinned awkwardly.

"It's not inconvenient, she..." paused, as if thinking about how to say those words, and then said hoarsely, "Passed away."

"Died unexpectedly four years ago."

Shi Yi was taken aback.

She had speculated about the divorce, but never thought that it would be such a tragic result of death.

Looking down at the little blushing little guy in his arms, his heart felt sour.

The mother died not long after this little thing was born?

Thinking about Song Heng's words in the kindergarten again, I felt very angry for a while, and felt that I didn't beat Song Ming hard enough today, so I couldn't relieve my anger.

"Why did you divorce him?"

This him is obviously her ex-husband who was noted as a scumbag.

The two are like children exchanging secrets, going back and forth.

Shi Yi's eyes suddenly became far away, and after a long time, he smiled lightly, "It's just... no love."

At that time, the eyes of the man beside her fell deeply on her face.

At a certain moment, he actually saw Chu Yi's figure on her face.

Whether it was because of missing him too much, or because some emotions had shifted, even he himself didn't know.

He only knew that when he heard her say 'no love anymore', his mind suddenly skipped a beat.

no love.

That means having loved in the past.

The inexplicable possessive desire wrapped him up, making him a little breathless.

Both of them fell silent and stopped talking.

Shi Yi leaned against the head of the bed, and she didn't know when, she actually fell asleep.

In a daze, she seemed to feel a lightness in her arms, and her body fell to the side.

Pressing her face into the soft pillow, she moved subconsciously and found a comfortable position to lie down.

He even murmured, "star, mommy just sleeps for 10 minutes, 10 minutes."

The man pulled up the quilt and covered the bed with one big and one small.

Two hours later, he called a nurse to pull out the needle.

"Shiyi?" He called her softly. After all, she left his daughter at home, which made him feel unbearable.

But Shi Yi pulled up the quilt and covered his face.

Thinking of someone staying with Star at home, and seeing that he fell into a deep sleep, he didn't call her again, and turned off the lights in the room.

The room fell into silent darkness.

He was lying on the sofa, obviously narrow and crowded, but he heard the sound of slow breathing in the room, like a gentle and penetrating stream, washing away his tense and tired nerves.

Obviously the environment was unfamiliar, and the sleeping position was obviously uncomfortable, but this night was the most relaxing night he had slept in in four years.

The morning sky is dim.

When Zong Yanzu opened his eyes, he saw the figure on the bed.

Zong Jiashu propped up his chin, and sat cross-legged beside Shi Yi with a surprised expression on his face.

The big glasses, as dark as grapes, were staring at Shi Yi's sleeping face without blinking.

Shi Yi's sleeping posture is not very good-looking, lying on his side, hugging the quilt, his hair is messed up on his face, and blowing the hair under his nose as he breathes.

Zong Jiashu wanted to stretch out his hand several times to brush away the obstructing hair on her face, but he didn't dare to do so, for fear of waking her up.

He frowned anxiously, as if he had encountered a problem in the world.

Hearing the sound of cloth rubbing behind him, he immediately turned his head and stared at his father warily.

Seeing him get up and walk over, Zong Jiashu stretched out his two little arms to protect Shiyi who was sleeping, and resisted his father's approach all over his face.

Zong Yanzu paused, then walked towards the bathroom with no expression on his face.

The little guy on the bed heaved a sigh of relief.

Then he stretched out his small hand and gently brushed the hair on the woman's face to the side, watching her sleeping contentedly.

When he woke up, he was awakened by the sound of the door opening.

She blinked and looked around in a daze, and the scene of last night appeared in her mind bit by bit, until she saw the blinking big-eyed child in front of her, she pinched his little face, "Are you awake? Are you uncomfortable?"

The little guy shook his head obediently.

"When you wake up, wash and eat."

The man put the breakfast in his hand on the dining table, and then looked at the big and small on the bed.

When his thoughts were extremely clear, guilt gradually appeared in his eyes.

She got up from the bed, struggled for a long time and didn't go into the bathroom, but looked at Zong Yanzu in amazement, "I...I'll admit a mistake to you."

Zong Yanqi was unpacking the breakfast box with his head down, when he heard this, he turned his head to look at her.

"The wound on your son's face was accidentally injured by my daughter. I also caused the allergy. I ate him a hamburger." Shi Yi scratched his hair, his face full of embarrassment, "I'm sorry."

The man's handsome face was unpredictable, and at this moment, the little milk bag on the bed jumped out of the bed, stood in front of Shi Yi, and stretched out his small arms to block Zong Yanqi's body.

Between the brows of He Zong Yanzu's seven-point portrait, there was a dignified and tense aura.

"Song Heng scolded me first, and Xing Xing beat him up for me. I was injured by accident, and it's none of other people's business. Auntie didn't know that I was allergic to eggs. It wasn't her fault."

He spoke a long list of words in one breath, which seemed to be the most he had spoken in the past year or so.

Zong Jiashu's protective attitude really warmed Shi Yi's heart for a long time.

She reached out and rubbed the little guy's head.

The man standing in front of the dining table came slowly, then knelt down in front of his son, and looked at him at the same level.

"What did Song Heng scold you for?" His deep voice filled the early morning room.

"He scolded me for having no mother to teach and no mother to raise." When he said this, the little guy couldn't hide his grievance.

The man raised his hand, thinking that he was going to hit his son, he quickly grabbed his wrist, "Don't hit anyone."

Zong Yanqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he looked up at the woman's anxious expression, "When did I say I was going to beat him?"

An embarrassing moment let go.

Then I heard him say to his son word by word, "Then why don't you call back yourself, instead ask the girl to help you?"

"I..." The little guy didn't expect his father to react like this, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, "I..."

"Zong Jiashu, even though it's wrong to hit someone, I did tell you not to initiate trouble, but hiding behind a girl and being accidentally injured, is that glorious?"

"I made a mistake with my father, I know, I won't let the girls protect me in the future, I will protect the girls!" The little guy thought he would be criticized by his father, but he was shocked in the end.

Shi Yi suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart that Zong Yan's way of educating children almost coincides with her...

Suddenly, her erratic eyes bumped into the man's deep pupils.

"You didn't know he was allergic to eggs, so this matter has nothing to do with you." He stood up, and instantly changed from looking up to looking down.

Shi Yi pursed his lips.

"I went to see Song Ming last night because of this incident in the kindergarten." His tone was very affirmative.

Just as Shi Yi was about to speak, he was suddenly interrupted by the little milk bag in front of him, "Yes, Song Heng's father insisted on asking auntie to talk about the child's problems at night, and Teacher Xiaoxiao was afraid that auntie would be bullied by Song Heng's father, so she refused to let her go. "

Obviously, 'bullying' in the ears of children is not the same thing as 'bullying' in the ears of adults.

Just for a moment, a layer of frosty chill appeared in the man's black eyes, but it was only for a moment, that kind of cold gaze made Shi Yi feel that it was her illusion.

"Let's eat, I'll take you home later."

The three sat at the dining table.

It was another breakfast like a family of three.

It's just that in this picture, the daughter has become a son.