unable to grow up

Chapter 8

Cang Han was thinking about taking the baby to the police station to find her parents, so he got up early in the morning to make breakfast for the baby. The buns were all wrapped by Cang Han on weekends and put in the refrigerator. Boiled two eggs, poured two glasses of milk, and was about to wake the baby up, but the doorbell rang first.

"Here we come." Cang Han took off his apron, wiped his hands and went to open the door, muttering that he didn't know any friends, who came to visit early in the morning.

As soon as the door opened, it turned out to be Cheng Ling, standing in front of Cang Han's house with two hands full of food, exhaling with a reddish nose, "Good morning, Cang Han."

"Sister? Why are you here?"

"Come to bring you breakfast." Cheng Ling shook the two bags of breakfast in his hand, "What's the matter? You're not welcome?"

"No, welcome, welcome, of course you are welcome, how can you not welcome if you have something to eat." Cang Han gave Cheng Ling the door with a smile.

"You can tell that you have steamed the buns just by smelling it outside the door." Cheng Ling casually put the breakfast he brought on the dining table, and before he could take off his coat, he first took a bun from the plate and took a big bite. Squinting her eyes, showing a satisfied expression, "I haven't eaten your steamed stuffed buns for many years." She took two bites at a time, and within a few words, she had already eaten two steamed stuffed buns.

Cang Han was quite surprised, "So senior sister has eaten my buns before?"

Cheng Ling chewed for a while, and soon his smile returned to his face, "No, is my imagination okay?"

"Okay, of course." Cang Han laid out all the food that Cheng Ling brought, and you can recognize it by looking at the packaging. This is the signature breakfast of Jinfenglou in the south of the city. Cang Han likes the dim sum of that shop very much. , but she is too far away, she is too lazy to run, and may not have the opportunity to eat a few times a year, Cang Han raised his eyes to look at Cheng Ling, with a complicated expression, why is the senior sister so clear about her own taste?Bring your favorite snacks.

As if seeing through her, Cheng Ling swallowed the last bite of the fourth bun, blinked and smiled, "I bought it casually, I don't know if you like it or not."

casual?This is just too coincidental.

"By the way, didn't you say that you picked up a child and sent it to the police station? Where is the child?" Cheng Ling said, reaching for the fifth bun, and Cang Han slapped her on the arm, making her shiver. Shrunk back, clutched the back of his hand and lamented, "Cang Han, why don't you just eat a few buns from you? What about you?"

"You've already eaten five of them. This is breakfast. Can you bear it?" Cang Han moved the plate containing the buns to the other side of the table, and the words seemed to have been rehearsed a thousand times before blurting out naturally, but Cheng Ling I was taken aback.

Her heart was suddenly filled with great joy, and she unconsciously showed an excited expression, but looking at Cang Han, everything was as usual, as if she didn't feel anything wrong in her words.

The excited expression on Cheng Ling's face instantly condensed and disappeared, she lowered her head, taking advantage of Cang Han's turning around, and snorted secretly.

What the hell did I do? It's been five years, and I still hope this person can think of something.

"Xiaohan, let me eat one more, just one, please...Xiaohan...daughter-in-law...wife...baby..."

"What to eat? Even if you have a stomach problem, you still eat it. Doctors have said that you should eat less and more meals. Can your stomach bear it if you eat so much early in the morning?"

"Well, since you won't let me have breakfast, then I'll... eat you!"

"Hahaha... Ah Ling, stop making trouble hahaha...I'm itchy..."

It's as far away as in the previous life, and as close as yesterday.

Cheng Ling was immersed in his own memories and couldn't extricate himself, until Cang Han screamed in the bedroom, Cheng Ling's expression froze, and he rushed into Cang Han's bedroom, "Cang Han, what happened?"

"Baby... The baby is gone!" Cang Han raised his hand tremblingly, pointing his fingertips in the direction of the bed.

Cheng Ling looked in the direction she pointed, and there was a piece of child's clothes scattered on the bed, it was sky blue, with a Mickey Mouse pattern on the chest.

When Cheng Ling saw the dress, her face turned pale. She walked over and grabbed the little dress, her fingers clenched the fabric tightly, her knuckles turned white, her hands trembled badly, and the blood on her lips faded away.

"Where did this dress... come from?" Cheng Ling approached Cang Han with that dress until he cornered her, Cheng Ling grabbed her by the shoulder and said sharply: "Where did this dress come from!"

"I don't know... I don't know..." Cang Han raised his head and looked at Cheng Ling helplessly, "Sister, the baby is gone, she...she was sleeping here just now, help me find her, okay?" good?"

"She was here just now, and the baby is here, wearing this dress, sleeping in my arms." Cang Han snatched the dress from Cheng Ling's hand and held it in his arms, "The baby is gone, senior sister , I lost the baby."

"I lost the baby." She leaned into Cheng Ling's arms nervously, muttering the same sentence repeatedly.

Finally, she said: "A Ling, I lost your baby."

Cheng Ling was about to cry.

She lowered her head stiffly, her eyes were hot, she clenched her teeth, holding her pale face, and asked cautiously: "Xiaohan, do you remember?" Her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear her, she had experienced too many disappointments before, The more critical the situation was, the more timid he became, for fear that if he made a louder voice, he would frighten Cang Han.

But Cang Han couldn't hear her words, and just repeated sorry over and over again.

"sorry."

"A Ling, I lost your baby."

"A Ling, I lost our baby."

"Baby, why are you so cold?"

"Don't be afraid, baby, mother will hold you, and mother will hold you to sleep."

"..."

Cheng Ling's heart became cold, cold, and painful.

She knew that this was just Cang Han losing his mind again.

Cheng Ling held Cang Han's hand and whispered softly in her ear, "Xiao Han, there is no baby, I will accompany you, sleep."

"Sleep, there is no baby, where did the baby come from?"

Perhaps Cheng Ling's hypnotic whispers played a role, and Cang Han really fell asleep leaning on Cheng Ling, still holding the little sky blue dress tightly in his arms.

Cheng Ling didn't know where Cang Han hid the clothes of these children.

Even after searching so many times, Cang Han cunningly hides it a little bit every time.

Cheng Ling put Cang Han on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and quietly searched the whole house again, but found nothing.

The snow that had just stopped the day before started to fall again, the sky was groggy, and it seemed that it would fall at any moment, the snow soon filled the window sill, Cheng Ling sat on the ground next to Cang Han's bed, reached into the quilt to hold Cang Han hand, and that little dress.

Calculated, if the child is still there, he is already ten years old.

Ten years old, what a beautiful little girl she should be, who can run and dance, recite Tang poems, listen to her mother, and sing to her mother.

Cheng Ling still remembered touching Cang Han's swollen stomach with his own hand, and feeling the child's heartbeat, so lively and active, that he had already started to fuss while still in Cang Han's stomach.

Cheng Ling put his ear on Cang Han's stomach, and smiled softly, "She's so skinny before she comes out, Xiaohan, she really looks like you."

Cang Han sneered disdainfully, "Whether you understand science or not, the baby will not be like me, it must be like you."

The egg extracted from Cheng Ling's body must be a girl, and it must also look like Cheng Ling. It seems that all the surprises that a first-time mother should have are gone, but Cang Han is looking forward to the arrival of this child day by day.

Think about it, a small, soft baby, slowly growing into a big girl prettier than Cheng Ling, that is her and Cheng Ling's child.Cang Han touched his stomach and imagined, and couldn't wait to be happy.

"Aling."

"Ok?"

"I really want to watch our baby grow up."

"I want, too."

"What if she grows up and meets a bastard and gets bullied?"

"The daughter you have taught is not bad if she doesn't bully others. How can anyone dare to bully her?"

"I really want to watch our baby grow up."

Cheng Ling was lying on the edge of Cang Han's bed, holding Cang Han's hand under the quilt, motionless, big tears from the corners of her eyes entered the quilt, and soon the quilt was soaked.

The child was born in winter and died in winter.

It was taken away together with Cang Han.

"I really want to watch our baby grow up."

Who knows, it will never grow up.