Ruan Xiuqin had always doted on Du Shuangling, hoping that her son would be more restrained.

I didn't expect it would come to this point.

I didn't expect to get to this point so quickly.

First Shuangling, then Lilith, and now Mijian...

Three in three years.

Ruan Xiuqin couldn't help but wonder, is there something wrong with the family tradition?

Or is there too much temptation outside?

Thinking of how honest her husband was, why did he give birth to a second daughter who kidnapped a boy and ran away with her?

How come a "bad and oily" little son was born?

If it weren't for the eldest daughter Zhang Ping's naivety and kindness, Ruan Xiuqin would have wanted to go to the old Zhang family's ancestral grave in the middle of the night to dig a grave and open a coffin.

I want to ask my dead husband: Are you a bad person at heart? Is it just a matter of time and you just pretend to be good?

Ruan Xiuqin was confused in the dark night.

But she was more worried than confused.

After studying in college for three years, I have already provoked three people.

What about the future?

The days to come are so long, are we going to provoke other girls?

Even if Manzai swore to her now that he would not do it, Ruan Xiuqin would not believe it.

Ruan Xiuqin suffered a head injury in the dark night.

Mi Jian was also meditating in the dark night..

With the help of the dim moonlight outside the window, Mi Jian looked at him quietly, looking at this sleeping face.

She knew that the sudden phone call tonight had torn a lot of things into pieces.

Auntie Tong Xiuqin’s window paper was torn to pieces.

The same layer of window paper as Shuangling was also torn.

Mi Jian knew very well that with his cleverness, he would 100% guess what was happening on the other end of the phone and that he was by his side.

She has never been a person who regrets. In other words, now that things have happened, she cannot tolerate regrets. Her own mother is next door, and her uncle, aunt, and cousin are also at his home.

For a moment, Mi Jian looked at the moon outside through the window and thought: If she had promised him in high school and agreed to be his girlfriend when he confessed his love for the first time, wouldn't this be the case?

Could it be that he is alone?

But then I thought about Lilith and Shuangling, and I was not sure again.

In high school, the relationship between the three of them was very subtle. They all knew each other's thoughts, but never said anything. Instead, they got better and better as they played with each other.

There is also a tacit understanding between the three of them, which is to block outsiders.

Although Mi Jian rarely interferes with them due to his reserved temperament and seldom takes actual actions, he never stops Du Shuangling and Lilith from their actions.

Especially when it comes to love letters, the three of them found countless love letters from Zhang Xuan's books, read them with a critical spirit, and then destroyed them without anyone noticing.

Recalling those childish behaviors in the past, Mi Jian couldn't help but smile on his face.

But thinking that the three people who once talked about everything finally reached this point, the smiles on their faces disappeared.

Just as she was staring blankly at the night outside, the door opened and Liu Yi walked in gently.

Liu Yi first looked at Zhang Xuan, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and then looked at her daughter sitting on the bedside, "Jianbao, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

"Mom." Mi Jian came back to his senses and stood up.

"Go to bed, it's getting late."

"Well, okay." Afraid that he would wake up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth, Mi Jian poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside, and then followed Liu Yi out of the bedroom.

"Are you in a daze just now?" Liu Yi asked in a low voice after leaving the bedroom.

"No, I just thought of my high school days." Meeting his mother's eyes, Mi Jian answered half-truthfully.

"Is it really okay?"

"No."

Liu Yi originally wanted to ask a few questions, but she was afraid of hurting her daughter. After observing Jian Bao's facial expression, she finally had no choice but to leave it alone.

"Let's sleep with mom tonight. Mom is a bit uncomfortable with the bed and can't sleep outside alone."

"good."

....

Yangcheng, CUHK faculty apartment.

Du Shuangling drank a lot tonight.

Of course, this huge volume is also relative, it refers to the comparison with her previous drinking volume.

Du Shuangling, who was eating vegetables and drinking wine, finally got drunk by herself.

"Huihui, what did you say?" Zou Qingzhu asked worriedly when he saw the couple returning to their room in a daze.

"Shuangling may be too happy, so she drinks a little more when she is happy." Wen Hui looked at the wine in the glass and said.

Hearing this, Zou Qingzhu stopped asking questions and said, "Hui Hui, you have the best drinking capacity among the three of us. You can sleep with us tonight."

This red wine has a bit of a strong stamina, and I’m a little dizzy.”

"Okay." Out of worry, Wenhui put down the cup, washed herself and went to the master bedroom.

It was the first time that we entered Zhang Xuan's bedroom, and Wen Hui felt a little uncomfortable when she went to bed.

The two actors seemed to be asleep.

Afraid that she would catch a cold, Wen Hui carefully helped Du Shuangling cover her belly, and then planned to turn off the light and go to sleep.

Just as he turned his head and reached out to turn off the light, his eyes suddenly fell on the photo frame placed on the bedside table.

Dressed in red, is this a wedding photo of a couple?

Seeing Du Shuangling in the photo frame, wearing a red dress, red trousers, and a red headdress, Wen Hui couldn't help but pick up the photo frame and look at it, and she couldn't help but have the idea of ​​"wedding photos" in her heart.

Could it be the first time the two of them witnessed it?

A lot of strange thoughts suddenly entered her mind, but after sorting them out one by one, Wen Hui figured out the origin of this group photo.

She stared at Du Shuangling in the photo frame for a while, then her eyes moved slightly to the right and settled on Zhang Xuan's profile picture.

Isn’t Mimi beautiful?

Staring at Zhang Xuan's profile picture, Wen Hui changed her mind.

Otherwise, there is no reason for him to leave such a good couple at home and go out to mess around.

Looking at each other through the glass of the photo frame, Wen Hui, who was motionless, suddenly had an illusion. Just now, Zhang Xuan in the photo frame seemed to have blinked at her.

Thinking of the several times this man was about to make a move on her, Wen Hui's small mouth dropped slightly, and then she put the photo frame back in its place.

Turning off the light, she slowly lay down, looked sideways at the two actors, and slowly closed her eyes.

During this sleep, Du Shuangling had an uneasy sleep. She was fascinated by the lake and had a dream.

The dream was the capital city, and the protagonists in the dream were her, Zhang Xuan, and Mi Jian...

"Mi Jian..."

In the middle of the night, Wenhui was awakened by Du Shuangling's murmuring. She raised her head to look at Du Shuangling's eyes and found that she was not awake and was talking in her sleep.

This was not the first time that this situation had occurred. After Wen Hui was worried briefly, she lay back down again.

...

After drinking wine, I slept very comfortably.

When the old man woke up again, he felt refreshed and indescribably energetic.

It feels more powerful than a cow!

If he were asked to farm in the Northeast Granary now, he would be able to cultivate five pieces of fertile black land, only one less than Uncle Jias.

It was already bright outside. Zhang Xuan yawned and got out of bed.

I habitually touch my Nokia to check the time:

06:17

Um?

Still have a missed call?

Double singer?

Without thinking too much, I instinctively turned back.
To be continued...