at there was not a single servant in the room, not even Aunt Jiu.

 

The mansion was quiet, the lights were dimmed, and no sound was heard.

 

I turned on the light all the way, walked up the stairs, called Aunt Jiu and Song Mo, but no one responded.

 

“Aunt Jiu?” Walking to the door of the bedroom, I suddenly found that the door was half-open, I held the handle and pushed it in.

 

At six o’clock in the summer, the sun has not yet completely set, and there is still a little peripheral light in the house.
When I saw a tall figure standing in front of the window, I was startled at first, but I quickly realized that it was Song Bai Lao.

 

“Where did you go?”

 

I had an intuition that his tone was wrong, but these days we are always arguing, so his tone is normal.

 

“Go see a friend.
What about the others? Why are you the only one here?” I flipped the switch by the door, and the room lit up.

 

Song Bai Lao leaned on the windowsill half-sideways, fiddling with my listless pot of mimosas with his fingers.

 

“Don’t…” My heart tightened, and I hurried forward two steps to stop him.

 

He glanced at me and directly picked up the flower pot: “Why, is this grass important? Or, was it given by someone important?”

 

I was afraid that he would mess up, so I stopped immediately and didn’t dare to go forward again.

 

“No, it’s not important.”

 

“Isn’t it important?” His brows and eyes were cold and his words were mocking, “Then why were you so angry when Song Mo knocked over this unimportant pot of grass a few days ago?”

 

“Because… “I murmured, my eyes fixed on the flower pot in his hand, and I didn’t know how to get back to him for a while.

 

Because it’s my son’s ashes?

 

“Song Mo secretly sneaked out this afternoon and entered the woods.” He rotated the flowerpot in his hand and looked at the lines on it.
It seemed that he was full of interest, but his words made people jump.
“When Aunt Jiu found him, he fell to the bottom of the hillside and was seriously injured.
He grabbed a flower in his hand and said he wanted to compensate you.”

 

I never imagined that something like this would happen to Song Mo when I went out for an afternoon.

 

It turns out that these days, Song Mo didn’t avoid me because he was afraid of me.
He just felt guilty for breaking my things and didn’t dare to face me.

 

He’s been trying to make up for me, but I didn’t notice his abnormal mood, thinking he was still mad at me.

 

I should have explained it to him earlier…

 

“He… How is Mo Mo now?” I was a little incoherent, “Is it serious? Is there any danger to his life?”

 

Song Bai Lao looked at me: “In the hospital, he had multiple broken bones and a broken head.”

 

I suddenly felt a little blurry in front of me, and I stumbled against the wall behind me.
After a while, the dizziness disappeared again.

 

“For this pot of broken grass, you almost killed my son.” He leisurely held the flower pot in one hand and approached me.
About two meters away, he stopped, raised the flower pot in front of me, and let go abruptly.

 

I replaced the flowerpot with resin, but this time it didn’t break, but the soil overturned and fell on the carpet, forming a black stain.

 

“Since it’s not important, it doesn’t matter if you die.” He raised his foot and slammed the wilting mimosa tree into the ground.

 

Aah…

 

I opened my mouth, and there was a strange “cluck” sound in my throat, like the screams that came out of my mouth were all blocked by the cartilage, and flowed back into my chest, tearing my heart.

 

Don’t…

 

Don’t do this to him…

 

I want Song Bai Lao to stop and push him away, but my body seems to be rusted, completely frozen in place by this scene, unable to move.

 

My soul seemed to be annihilated at this moment, leaving a body in the air, watching him in a daze, watching him crush the things I cared about a little bit, there was no way.

 

In the end, Song Bai Lao seemed satisfied, lifted the soles of his shoes, and rubbed the soil on the clean carpet beside him.

 

“Are you…are you afraid that your son is gone, or are you afraid that your golden key to reasonably control Xia Sheng is gone?” I heard a voice asking, the tone was like a dead ghost, and it took a long while to react.
That was me.

 

Song Bai Lao raised his head and squinted his eyes: “What did you say?”

 

“You keep saying that I designed you to be disgusting, that I deceived you to be disgusting, and you didn’t have children with your step-brother for power and money? How did Song Mo come here? You should know better than me.”

 

When he was exposed by me, he was stunned, and his face turned white: “Who told you…”

 

“Song Bai Lao, you are really disgusting.
You are not only disgusting, you are also hypocritical.” I looked at him, my voice cut my throat, and my throat was sweet, “Please, divorce me, I will never again want to be in a marriage with someone like you.”

 

He hurried towards me, I thought he was going to hit me in a fit of rage, and I shrank back.

 

He paused for a moment, and was about an arm away from me, staring at me with bloodshot eyes.

 

“Don’t even think about it.” He gritted his teeth and pointed his index finger at me, as if to dig into my bones, “Don’t even think about it for the rest of your life.”

 

After speaking, he angrily wiped me away, and it didn’t take long.
Soon, there was a loud slamming of the door downstairs.

 

I looked at the puddle of dirt on the ground, leaned over slowly, not very neatly, knelt on the carpet, and put them back into the pot again with my hands little by little.

 

The mimosa was crumpled into several parts and mixed with the soil.
This time, even Daluo Jinxian (immortal executioner) couldn’t save it.

 

I slowly cleaned the dirt from the carpet, lay there, collected as much as I could, and put it back into the pot.

 

“Mr.
Ning…” Aunt Jiu came back at some unknown time, standing at the door, looking a little uneasy, “Mr.
Bai Lao chased away all the servants when he came back and didn’t let us enter the main house.
You…Are you all right?”

 

I sucked .
After sniffing, I stood up holding the flowerpot, shaking dizzily, and almost lost my footing.

 

Aunt Jiu hurriedly came over to support me: “What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?”

 

I shook my head and broke free from her support: “It’s okay.
Prepare the car, I want to go see Momo.”

 

Aunt Jiu didn’t say anything, left quietly.

 

After Song Mo was injured, he was immediately sent to the hospital under the mountain.
Fortunately, it was discovered in time.
Although he had fractures in his hands and feet to varying degrees and his forehead was broken, it was not life-threatening.

 

He was sleeping when I went to the ward.
His head was wrapped in layers of bandages, his left hand exposed outside the quilt was in plaster, a pillow was placed under his right foot, and his calf to toe was also in plaster.

 

I even made cupcakes before I went out and wanted to go home and coax him to eat them, but now it seems that they can only be broken in the refrigerator.

 

Let the accompanying maid leave first, and I sat down on the chair by the bed.
I took the uninjured right hand and put it in the palm of my hand.
He probably felt it, and Momo opened his eyes.

 

“Mom…”

 

“Well, are you okay?”

 

“I’m sorry mom.” His voice was weak, like a sick kitten, “I just wanted to take it to the sun…I didn’t mean to break it.
I know, flowers are all unique, the little prince’s flower is, and so is my mother’s flower… I can’t find the exact same one, so I want to find the most beautiful one to pay you… But I, but I accidentally fell.
When I fell, my head was broken, and the flowers were gone…” He sobbed softly, “I’m sorry mom, can you forgive me?”

 

This was the first time I heard him say such a long sentence, but it was for the sake of Ask for my forgiveness.

 

I’ve always wanted to be a good father, but I’m not a good father.

 

I couldn’t take it any longer, resting my forehead on the back of my hand, shaking my shoulders, and crying silently.
I tried my best to restrain myself, but I couldn’t stop the tears of pain and guilt from getting worse and worse.

 

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I choked and kept repeating these words, to my two children, and to my two roses.

 

The author has something to say: The rose stem comes from the little prince.
The little prince has a unique rose.
He loves her very much.
Even if the roses in the rose garden are very similar to his, they are not his roses.

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