Chapter 210 How much do you miss that night?
The night deepens.
The lights at the hotel entrance gently fall on the square in front.
Mu Jia and Xie Siyan walked out hand in hand. There were no words between them, but there was a silent tacit understanding flowing in the air.
Looking up, the sky is full of twinkling stars.
The night sky in midwinter is exceptionally clear, and the stars appear to have been washed by ice, bright and cold, quietly dotted on the black sky.
Mu Jia unconsciously slowed down his pace, looked up at the starry sky slightly, and the white breath he exhaled turned into a thin mist in the cold night.
Xie Siyan didn't stop. He grabbed her hand and pulled her gently into his arms.
Mu Jia was slightly startled, and before she could react, he had already wrapped her in his coat.
The man's body temperature came through the clothes, dispelling the coldness around him.
He lowered his head, and his voice rang in her ears, low but clear: "What are you looking at so intently?"
"Sky."
Mu Jia leaned against his chest, a smile tugging at her lips. "Xie Siyan, on the day of the meteor shower, I was lying on the bed making a wish, hoping that every year would be like this year."
Xie Siyan thought for two seconds and said, "Your nightlife is at 1:30 in the morning."
Mu Jia blinked, waiting for his next words.
Xie Siyan's lips curled up into a smile. Mu Jia suddenly felt something was wrong. When she was about to break free from his arms, Xie Siyan picked her up, pushed her round buttocks with his knee, and carried her to the back seat of the car next to him.
The voice was lowered into her ear, "When the epidemic came, you should have been getting C."
?
"Every year is like this year, how much do you miss that night?"
Mu Jia, "..."
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At night.
Song Mingxi leaned against the window, his fingertips unconsciously sliding across the cold stone bricks on the hotel balcony.
He Chen's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, "Let's go to the newly opened art bookstore tomorrow? I heard there are many limited edition photography books. You should like them."
Song Mingxi hummed softly.
The night flows outside the window, and the neon lights cast a blurry halo on the wet street.
He Chen seemed to notice her distraction and added with a smile, "Then I'll pick you up at 7 o'clock in the morning. You need to make an appointment for that shop, so you won't be able to get in if you're late. You can stop by and try the soufflé place you mentioned on the way."
After the call was hung up, the screen went dark, revealing Song Mingxi's slightly absent-minded face.
The details of tomorrow's date were still spinning in her mind: the bookstore, the photography collection, the sweet soufflé, everything fit her ideal of a leisurely weekend, and was also what she liked.
But in a certain corner of my heart, there is a faint feeling, like an invisible thread, pulling at some indescribable uneasiness.
Song Mingxi exhaled lightly, and the white mist stayed on the glass for a moment before quickly disappearing.
Just as Song Mingxi shook his head, trying to free himself from his thoughts, his phone vibrated again.
She looked down and saw the caller ID was "Mom."
My mother usually doesn't call this late unless...something's going on.
Song Mingxi immediately clicked to answer the call.
As soon as I picked up the phone, my mother's voice rushed in, and in the background I could faintly hear the sound of a child whimpering and crying, "Mingxi, are you out of town now?"
Song Mingxi felt an inexplicable tightness in his heart. Before he could answer, his mother's words came back again, with obvious anxiety in her tone.
"Mingxi, the baby has a fever, you... come back." Her tone was anxious, but also a little hesitant, which was quite strange.
Song Mingxi had no intention of paying attention to these things. His fingers tightened subconsciously. The night outside the window was dark. The night that was clear and bright just now seemed to be pressed down in an instant.
"Mom, don't worry, I'll go back right away." Song Mingxi calmed down and asked, "Has the baby been cooled down physically?"
"Yeah, the temperature has dropped." Mother Song took over and urged again, "Mingxi...book a ticket and come back."
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After hanging up the phone, Song Mingxi immediately opened the ticket purchasing app.
Fortunately, the route from Beijing to Nanjing is a major route, and there are basically tickets left.
She took a quick look around and booked the next flight back to Beijing.
On the plane, Song Mingxi was still a little uneasy, his heart attached to his daughter Xiao Lianou. Babies under one year old should not be given medicine rashly. Once they have a fever, there are often no other ways except physical cooling.
Song Mingxi's heart ached when he thought of Xiao Lianou suffering from a fever.
When the plane landed, the lights in Beijing were already on.
As she hurried down the gangway, she dialed He Chen's number.
Hearing the other party's gentle "Hello" in his ears, Song Mingxi took a deep breath and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, He Chen, I can't go tomorrow. The baby suddenly has a fever, I have to rush back..."
With the word "baby", the atmosphere seemed to suddenly cool down.
There was silence for two seconds before He Chen's gentle voice came to mind, "It's okay, the child is important."
Song Mingxi didn't care about his strange behavior, said "hmm" and hung up the phone.
She almost hurriedly dragged her suitcase into the taxi, feeling extremely anxious all the way.
I finally got home and opened the door, only to find the living room of the villa was quiet.
The bedroom was unusually quiet, without any sound.
Is it upstairs?
Song Mingxi walked up the stairs suspiciously. Before he reached the corner, a voice came from downstairs, "Madam?"
Song Mingxi looked at the nanny and tried to speak calmly, "Where's the baby?"
Could it be that his condition is serious and he has been rushed to the hospital?
"The baby is in the bedroom."
The nanny looked over in confusion, "Madam, what's wrong? Didn't you say you would stay out of town for a few more days? Why did you rush back so suddenly?"
Song Mingxi didn't have time to answer. He quickly went downstairs and pushed open the bedroom door.
Little Lotus Root lay quietly on the bed, sleeping soundly, with a peaceful little face and even breathing, showing no signs of illness at all.
She raised her hand and touched her small body.
Cold skin.
"The baby doesn't have a fever?" Song Mingxi raised his head.
The nanny looked at her blankly. "Fever? No, the baby has been fine today. He was tired from playing in the afternoon and fell asleep a long time ago."
Song Mingxi stared blankly at the child's sleeping profile. Apart from one thought, he felt more relieved in his heart.
At this moment, the door lock clicked softly.
With the sound of the door opening, Zhou Xu walked in from outside, wrapped in coldness, and still carrying the chill of the winter night.
Before he could even change his shoes, Song Mingxi rushed over to him and slapped him on the shoulder, his voice filled with anger, "Zhou Xu, you and my mother lied to me?"
Zhou Xu didn't dodge. He grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her towards him.
"What lied to you?"
Song Mingxi blinked, "Didn't you ask Mom to tell me that Xiao Lianou has a fever?"
Zhou Xu shook his head, but he quickly realized, "My mom called me this morning and asked if we had a fight. I told her the truth, and it must be..."
Song Mingxi also reacted at this moment.
She struggled, trying to pull her hand out of his.
Zhou Xu looked down at her, tightened his grip, and spoke with a barely perceptible humility.
"Wife, let's stop making trouble, okay?"
His palm holding her wrist was hot, and his voice was low, as if he was begging for peace in submission.
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