Tang Mo 'er sobbed softly. Her eyes were red and her nose was red. She was calling for … Mr Gu …
What she yearned for, what she wanted to rely on, was Mr Gu's shoulder.
She was pregnant with Mr Gu's child.
Lu Yeming looked at the tiny face in front of him and lifted his hand, gently caressing her face.
Using his fingertips to wipe away the tears on her face, he spoke in a low voice, as though he was coaxing a little girl who hadn't grown up yet. "I'll give you my cell phone. Can you call him?"
Tang Mo 'er sobbed, biting down on her lips. She was crying and laughing at the same time. She shook her head. "I can't, I can't bear to … let Mr Gu … suffer with me. I'll just suffer alone …"
"Alright." Lu Yeming cupped her tear-stained face. "I'll suffer with you."
He pulled her into his arms again.
Tang Mo 'er reached out and tugged on his shirt until there were creases in it. She whimpered in pain, venting all the despair and helplessness she had been feeling …
…
After crying for a while, Tang Mo 'er's eyes were all swollen. She was tired of crying and wanted to sleep.
After all, she was pregnant and loved to sleep.
Lu Yeming handed over a bowl of warm Chinese medicine. "Elder Sister, you still have to drink the medicine. Drink it while it's hot."
"Okay." Tang Mo 'er didn't dare to be stubborn. She took the bowl and held her breath as she gulped down the medicine.
It was so bitter.
She wanted to vomit the moment she drank it.
At this moment, a large hand stretched over. "For you."
Tang Mo 'er looked down. There was a … lime in Lu Yeming's hand.
The lime was plump and translucent, still dripping with tears. It was sour with a hint of sweetness, making one drool just by looking at it.
"Lime?" Tang Mo 'er's eyes lit up.
Lu Yeming's lips curved upwards. "I remember that it's your favorite. Now that you're pregnant, you should like sour things even more."
"Yeming, thank you."
Tang Mo 'er took the green lime and took a small bite. The sweet and sour juice spread in her mouth, suppressing the nausea in her stomach.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Yes."
Tang Mo 'er lay down on the swing bed. Ever since it had snowed that night, Lu Yeming had gotten the designer to renovate her room and add a swing bed.
Above the large swing bed was a lace dome, and a hazy veil hung down around it. With a slight movement, the swing bed would sway, showing the love of a princess and the romance of a young girl.
"Yeming, do you still remember the lime tree that grew in front of Grandma's window every morning when I opened it?"
Lu Yeming sat on a rattan chair beside the bed, stretching his long legs out in front of him. His exquisite ankles were crossed in an unrestrained and elegant manner.
"Of course I remember. That lime tree was growing very well. Every year, it would bear many fruits, so the children in the village liked to climb the tree to pick the fruits. They also liked to bully me, calling me a mute."
Tang Mo 'er rested her head on the snow-white pillow. Her hair was silky and her face was fair. She curved her red lips. "One day when I came back, I saw those wild kids bullying you. I picked up a wooden stick and rushed over to teach them a good lesson." Tang Mo' er was lying on the pillow.
"That's right, they ran home crying. Those parents were so angry that they argued with Grandma. On the surface, Grandma punished us to reflect on our mistakes, but after closing the door, she made us sweet and sour pork ribs. Ever since then, those children never dared to bully me again. They all said that I had a demoness as an elder sister."
Tang Mo 'er's eyes crinkled into a smile. She had been bullied in the Qin family since young and knew how to protect herself. If someone hit her, she would definitely return the favor.
This was her biological younger brother. When those wild children bullied her brother, she rolled up her sleeves and attacked them without a second thought.
Thinking of the past, Tang Mo 'er's bright eyes were filled with tears, sparkling brightly.
Those were really happy times.
Carefree and carefree.
Lu Yeming reached over and covered her with the silk blanket, leaving only her head exposed. "But I still remember when you were young, you would climb up a tree to pick a lime and throw it down. The lime would roll all over the ground and you would give me a bag to chase after it.
"And when it was hot in the summer, you would take an afternoon nap on the bed and let me fan you to chase away the mosquitoes.
"At that time, you would order me around like a free follower." Tang Mo 'er refused to admit it.
Tang Mo 'er refused to admit it. "Yeming, you're too heartless. You only remember me ordering you around. How could you not remember that time when you had a high fever and I was crying by your bedside, guarding you and refusing to go anywhere? I would always skip a piece of meat and give it to you. Look at how tall and handsome you are now. It's all because of the nutrients I gave you." Tang Mo' er refused to admit it.
Lu Yeming's deep almond-shaped eyes revealed a gentleness that had never been seen before. His handsome brows all creased as he looked at Tang Mo 'er and smiled.
Tang Mo 'er curved her red lips and closed her eyes. "Yeming, I'm going to sleep."
"Mm, goodnight."
Soon after, Tang Mo 'er fell asleep.
Lu Yeming lowered his eyes to look at her soft little face. All his memories flashed back to the summer of 1990. That summer had been unusually hot. The lime trees outside the window were in full bloom, the radio in the room was playing something, and the aroma of granny's signature braised pork wafted from the kitchen.
He didn't know which neighbor's child had started crying again, the cicadas in the trees were chirping non-stop. The seven-year-old Tang Mo 'er had been sent to Grandma's house, barging into his life and growing up with him.
Lu Yeming slowly bent down, inching closer to Tang Mo 'er's forehead, pressing his lips gently against hers.
He planted a kiss on her fair forehead.
It was a very light kiss, as if he was afraid of waking her up from her dreams.
He couldn't even remember how many times she had cupped his chin and looked at him. "Little brother, little brother, you have to learn how to speak. My name is Tang Mo 'er, come, learn from me. Tang, Mo, er, Mo' er!"
She taught him how to speak with perfect articulation, teaching him to repeat his name, Mo 'er, over and over again.
Jun Xiqing stood outside the door. She watched as Lu Yeming lowered his eyes and kissed Elder Sister Mo 'er's forehead, not leaving for a long time.
She turned around, leaning her delicate back against the wall. She thought that everyone had a beautiful time in their hearts.
There was a softness hidden there that no one else could hope for, a lifetime of love.
Jun Xiqing recalled how she and Uncle Jun would ride horses on the grass when they were young. Uncle Jun would point at Country Z's beautiful mountains and rivers with his horsewhip and say to her, "Qingqing, who said that women are inferior to men?"
The corners of Jun Xiqing's red lips curved upwards. That was a period of her beauty, her first faith.
In the past, she had always felt that Lu Yeming, this mysterious man, was very far away, as if there was a layer of fog that prevented her from seeing him clearly.
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