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Chapter 8 2. City lights illuminate dreams

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    Rousang lives in a newly developed garden complex called "Tianhe Yazhu" in the east of the city. It is close to the commercial street but seeks tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle. The environment is beautiful and pleasant.  In May and June, the branches of several kapok trees in the community are covered with bird-like red flowers, which makes people feel like their hearts will fly out of their chests just by looking at them.  The people living in this community are all white-collar workers in Tianhe District. Most of them work in the city's most high-end office buildings, CITIC and Mayor's Building.  Every morning, these fashion elites set off from Tianhe Elegant Building full of energy, go to bars or other leisure centers, health clubs, and beauty salons after work, and return home in the early morning, and they are still full of energy the next day.  Like all single men and women, they travel the world looking for miracles that can happen. Miracles are everywhere, changing everyone's life and life at any time.

    Home is where Rousang "disappeared".

    Rousang still followed the living habits of her inland people, rushing home as soon as it got dark¡ªin inland cities or other places, the streets at night always made her feel like she was in the wilderness.  Originally, even in the most remote places, people who love to play still find their own fun in the dark.  As for Rousang, it probably stems from the loneliness deep in her soul. Home is a quilt she wraps herself in.

    In fact, even if a lonely person is at home, wrapped in a quilt, what is the difference from being in the wilderness?

    Fortunately, Rousang has poems, endless poems, endless poetic fantasies and thoughts, which make her soul rise and fly in solitude, and her home can become her spiritual home, full of her deep nostalgia.  Where her dreams rest.  If it was the weekend, she would stay at home for two days in a row without turning on her mobile phone. As she said, she forgot everything outside.  She is obsessed with everything at home, reading, writing, sleeping, or watching one movie after another.  Reading is often on the balcony, sitting in a rattan armchair, while enjoying the light golden sunlight filtered by the branches.  In order to make herself more excited when writing, she would put a glass of red wine next to the computer and take a sip from time to time.  A weekend passed, and on Monday she always returned to the office in a trance when she came back to reality.

    After she took the baby home, she called the maternity and baby products specialty store to order all the supplies that children need, including cribs, clothes, diapers, imported milk powder, batter, etc., and asked for door-to-door delivery.

    Her living room is very large, fully forty square meters.  The style of the entire interior is freehand, emphasizing the spiritual atmosphere without much sense of secular life.  There are not many electrical appliances, there are some paintings on the wall, and there are different flowers and plants in every corner, including carefully matched dried flowers and fresh flowers.  The floor-to-ceiling curtains with soft light are in the style of classical European courts, the door curtains are made of Guizhou colored batik, and there is another wall full of Guizhou batik paintings and wall hangings.  All the paintings and wall hangings are illuminated quietly and faintly by spotlights.  In the light, time is cleverly blocked, only art, and the dreams and reveries presented by art.

    The small theater area near the bedroom and balcony is stylish and comfortable. The coffee table is filled with all kinds of delicious and beautiful fruits, and all kinds of utensils are exquisite and noble.

    In less than an hour, the doorbell rang, and the luxury store had delivered everything she wanted.  She opened the lobby door with a remote opener, and two delivery men in large aprons quickly moved several boxes, the largest of which was a crib, to the door.  They unboxed and put the crib back together, and she paid the bill and tipped them, and they thanked her and gave her a stuffed animal made especially for the baby.

    The small bed is very beautiful, like a small palace, and like a ship.  The baby was very good. After she put him in, she shook the crib lightly, and he fell asleep in a while.  Then, she changed into a loose cotton skirt, arranged the children's room that had been empty all along, pushed the small bed in, and hung a wind chime on top of the bed. This room is considered to have a little master.

    After being busy for a while, she was sweating profusely, her hair was sticking to her face and her neck was very uncomfortable.  She holds them around her head with a green clip.  Raising her arms and looking up, she seemed to be a capable mother.

    After that, she cleaned the floor of the living room and tidied the sofa until the original spotless appearance was restored, as well as the visual effects from all angles and directions produced by the elegant placement of each item.  She took a breath, grabbed a red Fuji apple in the fruit basket, gnawed on it, and called Wang Ying.

    Wang Ying has already found a job, teaching saxophone playing at a private music school during the day, and staying at a blues bar at night.  Ms. Ni, the owner of the blues, studied vocal music at the Xinghai Conservatory of Music in her early years. Later, her voice broke. The eldest married a businessman and opened this bar.  She was nice to the entertainers in the bar, but she was not allowed to hang out.  Wang Ying didn't want to hang out, he didn't want to be too tired, half day and half night work was enough.  He didn't find a satisfactory place for the time being, so he lived in a hotel.  Although half of his daily income is paid to the hotel, he is really a?I know her, it must be my child!  "

    She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.  In fact, as far as the incident itself is concerned, what he expressed was his attitude. Once the attitude is expressed, whether the child is his child or not is of secondary importance.

    But people are often like this. They can only let some things exist vaguely, delay what has happened, and have no courage to face the truth, and it is difficult to withdraw rationally.  Although she had calmed down, she looked as pale as him.

    She is used to turning the hidden contradictions and pains in her heart into a kind of faint sadness, into plump and clear grapes  , and all the beautiful things and feelings, as well as the dreams of life and death, brewing, distilling, and finally becoming fine wine and her poetry.

    She moved small steps gracefully, and sat back beside him, silent.

    The pain of a man is so different from that of a woman, Wang Ying sinks into the pain too deeply.  Most people cry when they are in pain, and crying can relieve pain.  He is the kind of man who will not release himself by crying and crying even when he is in extreme pain, he will only become more silent.

    When a man is crushed under the mountain of pain, he often has to rely on the woman's slender fingers to help him out, and she wants to help him.  She gently grabbed his hand to comfort him: "This is an easy answer, you can identify it with a single hair of yours"

    "No, it can't be my child"

    "I just didn't expect her to leave her child behind."

    "I didn't expect her to do this either. Maybe she has a lot of difficulties. The character of this nation is very special. They regard life as sacred, which doesn't seem to be what she did."

    "If so, her situation is very worrying."

    "Aha" Wang Ying looked at Aha's brocade shawl and said to himself.

    "Anyway, it's really a blessing that the child was picked up by us. If you want to further confirm whether this is your child, you can really identify it."

    Wang Ying was silent.

    After a long time, he said slowly: "I think it's better not to identify itFirst of all, I'm 100% sure that this is Aha's child, and that's enough. I want to find her and take good care of her child."

    She stood up again, walked to a painting on the wall in front of her, and looked up, but she didn't see the painting.  In an instant, she knew what she was going to face, what she would tolerate if she loved the man in front of her Leaving aside her narrow and personal feelings, what she had to do.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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