Chapter 680 Epilogue (1): Two of Her
Shishi, you have been loving us for so many years.
You risked your life to give birth to Little Lemon. You told me that you would not let me have a child with another woman even if you died. These are the best love you gave us.
Little Lemon's critical illness makes every day now particularly difficult, but the most difficult thing is that Little Lemon and I don't know what to do with you?
We don't want you to cry secretly, and we don't want you to bear the heavy shackles alone. We want to protect you.
So I'm sorry, I want to take away your memory.
This exclusive memory is the best love that Little Lemon and I have for you.
…
The man's low and gentle voice slowly poured into the eardrum. Lin Shiyu shook her feathers like a cattail fan and picked up the crystal chain.
There was a red apple hanging on the crystal chain. She gently flicked the red apple open.
There were two small and delicate porcelain figurines inside, which were her and Fu Qinglun.
---Shishi, I love you.
---Shishi, I love you…
He confessed to her in many languages, expressing his most passionate and devout love for her.
With a "tap", a crystal teardrop fell.
Then two, three, four... She stretched out her white little hand and touched her face. She was already in tears.
At this moment, she cried bitterly.
The picture in the computer continued. She looked up with tears in her eyes---
At dawn, Xiao Shushu was born. She was sweating all over her head and fell asleep on the delivery bed.
With a "squeak", the father and daughter, one big and one small, walked in.
"Mommy..." Xiao Ningmeng called in a milky voice.
"Shh." The man quickly made a gesture to silence, "Little Lemon, Mommy is too tired, let Mommy sleep for a while, don't wake Mommy up."
"Okay."
Xiao Lemon smiled sweetly, she looked at Xiao Shushu curiously, and then kissed Xiao Shushu's little face.
After the kiss, Xiao Lemon got up again and kissed her face.
Fu Qinglun came over, and his slender fingers gently brushed away the hair stuck on her face. He leaned over, kissed her forehead, and whispered softly, "Wife, you've worked hard, we have a son."...
Seeing this scene, Lin Shiyu slowly raised her red lips and laughed.
Her white hands wiped the tears from her face, but the more she wiped, the more tears came.
She cried and laughed like a little fool.
It turned out that he had never left.
He was still him, still Fu Qinglun, the Fu Qinglun who had loved her for many years in a place she didn't know.
Fu Qinglun...
She whispered this name in her heart, and she remembered it.
Memories came like a tide, surging, she couldn't remember how many years she had known him, and no matter how time went by, the windmill of their love kept turning.
Facing the wind, blowing to the distance.
...
With a "dingling", the doorbell of the apartment rang.
Aunt Su quickly walked over to open the door. A tall and jade-like figure stood outside the door. Fu Qinglun came.
"Mr. Smithson, you are here?"
"Yes."
Fu Qinglun replied lightly, then spread his long legs and walked into the living room. His cold black eyes swept around the living room, but saw no one.
Aunt Su whispered, "Mr. Smithson, you are late today. Little Lemon has already eaten dinner and fell asleep in the room."
Fu Qinglun lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at the expensive steel watch on his strong wrist. It was already eight o'clock in the evening.
He had a meeting today, so he was late.
"Got it."
"Mr. Smithson, do you want me to heat up the food for you?" Aunt Su asked.
"No." Fu Qinglun spread his long legs and walked into the master bedroom.
In the bedroom, Little Lemon and Little Shushu slept on the soft big bed. The brother and sister slept face to face, covered with a goose yellow blanket, both of them were soft little balls.
Fu Qinglun stood by the bed, lowered his tall body, and kissed the faces of his two children.
The dim light shone down, making his handsome features extremely soft, like a sand painting.
After the kiss, he looked around the room, but did not see the beautiful figure he had been thinking about.
He walked out and asked Aunt Su, "Where is Miss Lin?"
"Miss Lin seems to be in the practice room."
Fu Qinglun turned around and entered the practice room.
Opening the door, a beautiful figure sat next to an ebony piano, Lin Shiyu was playing the piano.
Her five white fingers danced on the keys, and the piano sounded extremely beautiful, lingering in the air.
Fu Qinglun walked in, and his slender body stood behind her, one hand in his trouser pocket, and one hand around the front, his wrist wrapped in a white shirt was clean and charming, and his slender five fingers were placed on the keys, playing a string of notes.
Lin Shiyu trembled the feathers like a palm leaf fan, and retracted her small hand.
She stood up and wanted to leave.
But a few slender and powerful fingers gently pinched her white wrist, pulled her, and her slender waist pressed against the piano.
Fu Qinglun's two big hands supported the piano beside her, firmly blocking her in his muscular chest.
He lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at her small face, and slowly curled his lips, "Do you miss me?"
Lin Shiyu smelled the clean and clear masculine scent on him, and she shook her head, "No."
"Have you drunk?"
"Yeah." She nodded, then raised her two small hands and hugged his neck.
Fu Qinglun froze.
"Fu Qinglun..."
She called his name softly.
What did she call him?
Fu Qinglun?
After losing her memory, Lin Shiyu only knew that he was Mr. Smithson, unless... the old Lin Shiyu came back.
Has she recovered her memory?
Fu Qinglun quickly raised his eyes to look at her, "Shishi, what did you call me just now? Say it again."
The fan-like feathers trembled, Lin Shiyu closed her eyes, and her slender body fell into his arms.
She fell asleep.
She actually fell asleep.
Fu Qinglun didn't know whether he should laugh.
Also, he was not sure whether she had recovered her memory.
Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow.
Fu Qinglun's handsome eyebrows were filled with a tender tenderness. He picked her up and carried her to the big bed in the room.
...
The next day.
Lin Shiyu came to One Foundation. At noon, she went to the bathroom and happened to stand by the washbasin to call Tang Moer.
"Hey, Moer, why didn't you come today?"
Something happened to Gu Mohan, and Lin Shiyu was very worried about Tang Moer.
Tang Moer's soft voice soon came from the other end, "Shiyu, I've already reviewed the scenes for the MV. The filming will start in a few days. I'm leaving for Country Z today."
"Going to Country Z?"
"Yes, Shiyu, do you want to come over and have some fun? President Gong of Country Z is going to hold a grand party. The most famous daughter of the East King of Country A, Ye Ruge, the son of the South King, Xuanying, the son of the West King, Lu Yeming, who is also my brother, and the son of the North King, Feng Lihen, will all gather in Country Z to celebrate. This is a grand event of the times."
Lin Shiyu declined, "I won't go."
The late President Jun of Country Z was Tang Moer's uncle. Now the commander of a military force that has power over the entire country is Tang Moer's old acquaintance Jun Chulin. Tang Moer will definitely go, and she doesn't want to join in the fun.
"Good Shiyu, if there is anything, call me. I will leave in the evening."
"Yes."
Lin Shiyu hung up the phone. She felt relieved. Just now, Mo'er's tone was bright and soft. It was obvious that she was not in sorrow.
After all, no matter what happened, Gu Mohan would hold up the sky above his head.
Lin Shiyu turned on the faucet and began to wash her hands. A handsome face appeared in her mind. She hesitated a little. Should she tell him that she had recovered her memory?
Lin Shiyu was thinking about it. At this time, the bathroom door behind was pushed open, and a pretty figure walked in.
Then, a warm and wet towel was covered on her mouth and nose.
All this happened too suddenly. Lin Shiyu quickly raised her eyes and looked at the woman behind her through the mirror. Her cold almond eyes shrank instantly.
What did she see?
She actually saw a face exactly like hers!