A good seven days passed. When the children just adapted to the life of the United States, they had to leave.
The night before they left, Xiaxia didn’t hold back her tears.
She was so much like Jinqing, emotionally sensitive and a natural artist.
Once she cried, Dongdong and Qiuqiu also followed suit and cried. The three children competed to drop tears, and each tear seemed to have fallen on Su Jishi’s heart.
Su Jishi coaxed this, and coaxed that. For a moment, she felt quite emotional, and also red-eyed.
Strange, it was really strange. She and Su Jinqing separated, reunited, separated again and reunited, but she never shed a tear. She even wanted to joke that her sister was a small tear jar. But when she faced the tears of the three little guys, she actually felt reluctant to let them leave.
Mu Xiulun approached and suddenly picked Xiaxia up with one hand and raised his chin to the twin brothers. “Wipe your tears. Tonight you three little ones are sleeping with us.”
Xiaxia & Qiuqiu & Dongdong: “!!!”
Su Jishi was as surprised as they were.
The three children had a special small room. They slept together, so there was no need for parents. She didn’t expect that Mu Xiulun would allow the three little guys into the master bedroom tonight.
When the master bedroom was first arranged, Mu Xiulun didn’t choose that king size canopy bed. He felt that although the bed looked very grand, it was too spacious to reach out and indulge in love.
Therefore, they only chose an ordinary twin size bed. That way, the two could embrace each other to sleep.
Now, they had three more five-year-olds between them. It was very crowded, but beyond the crowding, there was an additional layer of warmth.
Mu Xiulun covered them with the quilt, dimmed the light, and put them to sleep.
Su Jishi asked softly, “What story do you want to hear tonight?”
As it turned out, she found it hard to adjust to the crowd.
Xiaxia wanted to hear about Elsa, the Snow Queen, Qiuqiu wanted to hear about Batman vs Superman, and Dongdong wanted to hear about the legends of scientists.
Su Jishi: “…” She said with difficulty, “How about telling you about crustal movement?”
The three kids: “……”
Su Jishi: “Or the Bowen reaction? The moraine phenomena? Volcanoes and tsunamis?”
The children were not interested in these. They caused a fuss, gurgling and rolling around in bed.
Mu Xiulun calmed them down, covered them again, and suggested, “Do you want to hear me read a poem?”
”What kind of poem?”
”A love poem.”
He picked up the book on the bedside table and showed them the cover.
It was Mu Xiulun’s most recent bedtime reading, Neruda’s Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair.
The children stared at the book cover, suddenly quiet at the same time, lying honestly in their arms, with big bright eyes, looking at him.
Mu Xiulun turned the first page.
The wam pale yellow table lamp light cast on him and fell on the wall.
The man’s voice was low and gentle.
”Everyday you play with the light of the universe((Everyday You Play Poem)),
You arrive in the flower and the running water,
You are more than this lovely little white flower between my hands.
……
You’re like nobody since I fell in love with you.
Who wrote your name among the stars in the south in a smoke and cloud font?
……
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
……
I want to do with you,
What spring does with the cherry trees.”
They were still too young to understand the fond love in Neruda’s love poem.
But Su Jishi could understand it.
The male voice was magnetic as he slowly turned the pages of the book, reading one line at a time, and by the time the last words fell, the children had fallen into sleep.
They were tired from crying. They slept in their big loving arms. Upon waking up the next day, they would fly back to their parents.
Mu Xiulun loved them too. Dongdong, Qiuqiu, Xiaxia… He would always remember the little bits and pieces when living with these three little ones together.
He closed the book and gently tucked the corners of their backs. When he lowered his head, the warm yellow light gathered over his head, shattering his forehead and casting a shadow, obscuring the color in his eyes.
But Su Jishi knew that his expression must be extremely gentle.
An invisible hand stirred up Su Jishi’s heartstrings. She suddenly felt parched, as if there were some words gathering in her throat, and the next second they were going to exit…
—— “Let’s have a child too.”
The man froze.
It took a few seconds for him to look up at her.
”Jishi, what did you say?”
Su Jishi looked into the man’s eyes, and in those eyes, she saw his restrained ecstasy, and her own reflection surrounded by that joy.
”I said——” She bravely reached out her hand, interlocked her fingers with his, and said what she had been thinking, hesitating, and making her swing like a pendulum for the past few years, haunting her every moment, “——Let’s conceive a ‘Chuntian(Spring).”
She smiled as she said the words, suddenly realizing that the decision wasn’t as hard as she had thought it would be.
”Las Vegas, Beijing, Sulawesi, the Magnetic Pole Center… any place where spring exists, as long as it’s with you.”
She loved him as much as he loved her.
She wanted to start a family with him.
Form a family with not only the two of them, but also a small ‘Chuntian’ in the family.
Mu Xiulun had waited for her for a long, long time, and now, she didn’t want to make him wait any longer.
”Mu Xiulun, let’s get married.”
”Okay.”
Then let’s get married.
[Full Story End]
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