He noted that the seasonal ice no longer directly called the name of the speech.But the master called it, and she could not call it.

The words were made by the respectful, attachment to the tone of the season ice, which is no longer attached to the ice.His heart, quietly cut open a mouth, out of a hint of bright red blood.

“Drinking ice.”When he spoke, he found that his voice was hoarse.

He spoke, saw the season of drinking ice still looking at himself, eyes so calm.It’s not a small post-natal woman, there should be eyes.Even if she is angry or complaining, it is better than the calmness of the present after this kind of heart death.

The word panicked.

"Soup..." he was as unhurried as a hairy-headed boy, and he said in a hurry, "you've got soup, rib soup, radish rib soup, I've just stew it."With that, the speech was a little embarrassed, "Maybe the salt is more, you, you, you taste."

Seasonal ice watching the pot of soup with his hands on it.

The pain, the pain, spread inside her.

She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t cry.

If in the past, she would have spoken to her in such a tone and cooked a soup for her, she would have been very touched.But now, the behavior of words, falling on the eyes of the season of drinking ice, has changed its taste.

In her calm and cold eyes, there was a hint of ridicule.

He heard her say, “What is this?After a slap, is there a beard?”

Words sink in the eye.

"It's not me."He was in awe and a heart ache.

He was innocent, and he felt more ironic when he was seen by the ice in the eyes of the season.

Seasonal ice said, "Well, it's not you."

Her voice was amazingly calm.

Seasonal ice mouth said so, but the heart must not believe their own, said no understanding of this.He understands that to be forgiven and trusted by the season of ice is not something that can succeed in the morning and evening.

Perhaps the water is flowing, and accompanying for a long time, in order to resolve the pain in her heart.

He said, calmed his voice, and induced the season to drink ice to eat, "Since you believe in me, then drink a few mouthfuls of soup first, warm up."He took the pot of soup around the side of the ice-drinking bed, and he smiled and said, "drink the ice, you can taste it, if it's good, I'll do it again."

Seasonal ice does not speak.

Put the small pot of soup on the bedside table.

He took out a small bowl, put soup in the bowl, made it, and said, "I think this month's center is also very noisy, you go out with me, we have not bought an apartment before, we will live there."During this time, I will take care of you, what kind of dishes you like to taste, and I will find a cook to make it for you."

He asked her carefully, “Do you see it?”

After listening to the ice, it was silent for a long time.

I was in no hurry to hear her reply.

He wants to feed the season to drink ice and soup.

Seasonal ice to hide, once said touch made her happy, now she is how disgusting.

I saw her hide and she stopped.

He was angry, but he controlled his emotions and did not have an attack.

Seasonal Ice said, "I'll do it myself."

“... well.”

Seasonal ice drink a drink, some soup, some salty.To be able to do so, the season of ice is surprised.But she was in a bad mood now and was not in the mood to praise him.

Seasonal ice has no intention of looking up, see the words squints, look at their own eyes.That look, that shade, he thought, how to get her back to the I country.

The season drank ice and suddenly put down the spoon and said, "Go back."

Saying that the season of drinking ice is to call him back to I country, the face is colder, more cold.“Come back, come back together.”

Seasonal Ice said, "I mean, go back to the apartment."

Then he turned his face away, and then he looked at it, and then he showed the color of doubt.“Really?”He always felt that the seasonal ice drinking would not be so easy to agree.

In order to convince him, Ji Dingbing explained, "It was very noisy here, listening to the cries of those babies, I thought of my children..."Follow the silence, and words.

After a moment, he said, "Okay."

"Change the furniture of the house to be brighter."Seasonal Ice said, "I want to see something brighter."

“All right.”

Saying ready to call and let the furniture shop people send directly to the apartment.Seasonal ice but said, "You go in person, go to the mall to open a video for me, we choose together."

The words immediately became cold.

He stared at the ice, and he said, "You're lying to me."The tone was like an ice cone, cold to bone.

Season ice naturally showed a suspicious expression, she asked, "What is lying to you?"

There were many words that came to the eye of the voice, and the words could be said, but when he heard the season of drinking ice, he could not open his mouth.He shook his head and said, "Nothing."He said, "Then I'll go to the mall, you have to turn on your phone, and I'll call you a video."

Seasonal ice in front of the face, the phone turned on.

The word is gone.

After he left, less than half an hour later, the season of drinking ice changed his clothes and did the discharge formalities.She carried her suitcase and showed up at the door of the center of the moon, waiting for the taxi to come over and take her to the airport.

A black car, parked in front of the ice.

Seasonal ice thought that the car was coming to pick up people, so it moved some to the side.At this time, the window of the car rolled down, and as soon as the ice was raised, I saw a handsome face that was cold and ice slag.This face, so familiar, was once relative day and night.

She was cold and turned around and left.

The car door was jerked open.

A man of nine meters strode out of the car, a few steps to catch her, and held her waist.

“Didn’t you say you’d wait for my video?”The sound of words, the sound of the vermin, like the murmur of the devil, sounded softly by the ears of the season.

The bosom, trembling slightly.

Seasonal ice can’t speak.

His eyes were full of pain, and his hands tightened, holding the ice tighter."Come back with me, don't want to leave."

Seasonal ice was pressed by him on the co-pilot.

She personally buttoned her seat belts.

Seasonal ice looked at the crowded traffic in front of the car and said with a sneer, "Speak, the child is gone."

“I know.”

“The child is gone.”She only repeated that word.

He paused for a moment before he heard his voice, "...I know."

"Speak, we can't.

Panicked, he said coldly, “Probably.”

"You know, we can't."

“I said maybe!”The word suddenly stepped on the brakes.

Season ice head hit forward, she thought the head will hit the glass, but the words quickly reached out, blocking her head.Her forehead hit his hand.The rough hand is cold.With that hand, he pulled the ice-drinking face of the season, and he asked her, “What will you do, you will come back with me?”

The ice lip is tight.

She said, "Maybe when I die, you can take my body back."