Old Love

The honking of cars and the conversations of passers-by rang in her ears. The thin clothes obviously could not withstand the dry north wind. Luo Youqing felt that what she needed now was a good sleep. "Sister Youqing, what are your plans for having a child?" She had just returned from a business trip to Hangzhou, so she didn't have time to change her clothes. The clothes with medium sleeves seemed not suitable for the current temperature in Beijing. Xiaomeng crossed her arms and tried to keep warm from her own arms. She was panicked for a moment, and her already heavy head hurt even more. She never thought about this problem, because she never dared to think about it. She really wanted to be satisfied with the status quo, her children, his and her children. Could she still ask for such a word of happiness? "We haven't planned this yet." Lowering her eyes and pursed her dry lips, she tried her best to convince herself that they just didn't have a plan, not that they never wanted it. "Your husband is so handsome, and Sister Yuqing is so beautiful, he will be very beautiful when he gives birth to a child." As soon as they finished speaking, a car with colorful graffiti parked in front of them. The door opened, and a man who weighed about three Xiaomeng got out of the car. He shouldn't be called a man, but a very strong boy. In addition to the flesh on his face, there was also a childishness that could not be concealed. He was Xiaomeng's artist boyfriend. "My boyfriend is here, so I'll leave first. Your husband will definitely be here soon! See you tomorrow." She ran to her boyfriend's car and opened the door. A warm feeling came out of the car. It was not a warm breeze, but the feeling of a person in love. "Well, bye." "I didn't tell you it was three-thirty. It's almost four o'clock. Why did you come here? I'm almost freezing to death!" The little tantrum between the couple seemed to others to be just flirting. "Mengmeng, don't be angry. I just queued up to buy your favorite cheese, so I put my little hands on my husband's belly." "Zhang Dabao! Stop eating my tofu." Xiaomeng waved to her after getting in the car, and the car drove away. Seeing this young couple, she couldn't hide the smile on her lips. She seemed to be able to feel the joy of happiness between them. They were in love. It was so good. Another cold wind blew by, and her head became clearer. She was holding a suitcase in her hand, still dressed in inappropriate clothes for the season. She stood alone in front of the office building, sniffed, turned and walked into the convenience store next to her. She bought a can of hot coffee and unconsciously touched her belly with her hands. She and his baby... Sitting in a convenience store, watching the street lights turn on and the sky gradually darkening, the coffee in my hand has become cold, I look at my watch, it's 6:30. Great, 9th time.