Thinking of myself sitting in front of the piano at the age of eight or nine, playing this piece of music, at that time, grandpa would sit behind her and listen with closed eyes. This seems to have become a way of getting along with grandpa and grandson for a long time.

Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and Xia Xinnian suddenly came back to her senses. When she realized that she lost her composure and wept, she immediately turned and walked out of the living room.

The two father and son who came out holding hands had smiles on their faces.

"Daddy, I'm going to see Mommy!"

The little guy suddenly misses Mommy.

A servant aunt next to him pointed to the door: "Miss Xia just went out!"

Jimucheng was startled: "what is she doing out?"

"I don't know, it looks like I'm crying!"

"Daddy, is Mommy not used to living here?

Why is she crying? "

The little guy's pretty face was full of worry.

Jimucheng didn't expect this woman to have so many roles. Living here, is she really wronged so much?

"Yuchen, you wait here, I'll go out and find your mommy!"

Jimucheng must ask clearly, where is it worth her crying?

Xia Xinnian just heard a familiar song suddenly, but thought of someone she would never see again, and felt uncomfortable for a while, so her eyes became moist.

Alone, she walked along the garden path under the street lamp.

The surroundings were quiet, and her mood gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, she heard steady footsteps behind her, and she couldn't help but look back, only to see a tall and elegant figure striding towards her from the dim light.

Xia Xinnian's frightened expression changed, and she quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes that would not be able to dry in the future.

"Why are you crying?"

The man's voice came over coldly, with questioning.

Xia Xinnian sniffed, and immediately said softly, "Who said I was crying!"

Jimucheng has long legs and stands in front of her in the blink of an eye. By the light of the street lamp, he sees the wet corners of her eyes and speaks hard.

"Did I treat you badly?

Or do you live in my place unacceptable and love to shed tears? "

Jimuchengzhi was a little annoyed because he heard his son's worries. If the woman continued to cry, it might affect his son's sense of belonging here.

He would never allow that to happen.

Xia Xinnian was in a bad mood, and when she heard him questioning her like this, she also had a temper: "It's none of your business, I cry when I want to, and you still care about me?"

"Of course I don't care about you, but don't let your son know that you are crying." JrNovels.com