[If the mind is the garden and the important person is the rose, then my garden must be very monotonous and boring. 】

Since that day, Song Mo has ignored me. He no longer clings to me, doesn't talk to me, and even hides when he sees me.

Sister nine felt something was wrong and asked me vaguely if something happened.

I told her about the broken flower pot, and I thought I might scare the child, so I asked her to coax me.

"So it is." Sister Nine sighed, "The young master is also a poor child, don't blame him. Before the age of three, the young master lived with Mr. Xia and Mr. Luo. But since Mr. Yanchi passed away, Mr. Xia has been unable to get rid of the pain of bereavement. His body and spirit are getting worse year by year, and Mr. Luo is busy, so he is a little negligent towards the young master. When he couldn't speak, he took the young master by his side and raised him by himself. But the father and son have been difficult to get close to because of their personalities. Thanks to you coming to the house, the young master has some childlike appearances." Finally she said Song Mo has a sensitive personality, so he must be afraid that I will blame him, so he hides when he sees me. Let me wait patiently for a few more days, and it will slowly heal.

She has more parenting experience than me and knows Song Mo better. She said so, I had no choice but to press anxiety and give Song Mo more time.

Before marrying Song Bailuo, it was rumored on the Internet that Zhu Li was married to him. I accidentally clicked on a report, which not only broke the details of the marriage between Zhu family and Xia Sheng, but also analyzed Zhu Li A series of information about Song Bailao's family background, education, personality, career achievements and so on. Finally, it is said that the two are a match made in heaven, and they are a pair.

One of them took Song Bailao's step-brother Xia Yanchi, saying that he was weak since childhood and died of illness five years ago. Xia Qiao also became overly worried after that and became increasingly haggard, so he handed Xia Sheng to Song Bailao take care of. Song Bailao's ability is outstanding, and in just a few years, Xia Sheng has been pushed to the top of the industry, and the office building has been replaced with a more stylish one. It can be said that without Song Bailao, there would be no Xia Sheng's glory today.

At that time, I felt that Xia Qiao was pitiful. When he was young, his lover died and was forcibly marked. When he was old, his son died.

Nowadays, I feel that Song Mo is even more pitiful than him. He lost his mother when he was born, Song Bolao does not live with him, Xia Qiao indulges in his own pain all day long, although Luo Qinghe loves him, But he also neglected to find his abnormality for three years.

The most active age, but sensitive introverted and timid.

"Okay, see you in the afternoon."

Hang up the phone, I put on my clothes and got ready to go out.

Han Yin said that once the last interview draft received a violent response, she wanted to record a video as a benefit for fans, and it was inconvenient to ask us.

I didn't feel inconvenience, but I was afraid that she would bump into Song Bailao again, so I made an appointment in a cafe about five kilometers away from Weijingshan.

When I went out, I met Song Mo in the corridor. He probably didn't expect to collide with me head-on, his eyes froze there, and his face was at a loss.

"Mo Mo..." I was about to approach him, but he took a step back in shock, turned and ran away, I tried to stop him before it was too late.

Watching his back disappear quickly at the end of the corridor, I feel a little uncomfortable, and I don't know when he will be able to reconcile with me.

When I arrived at the cafe, Han Yin was already there.

"Xiaoyu!" She was as enthusiastic as the last time we met, and after shaking hands with me, she sniffed the palm of her hand, "Wow, this is the smell of Xiaoyu , it smells so good."

I was making cupcakes in the morning and I washed my hands when I went out. It might be the smell of hand sanitizer.

After sitting down, the waiter came to order, I ordered a glass of ice mocha, Han Yin took out a tablet computer from the bag, opened a certain software and handed it to me.

"Have you read the long article I wrote last time? It has been posted by tens of thousands, and everyone is very enthusiastic."

I took a look and saw some of her screenshots on the computer. Some of them encouraged me not to give up my dream, some praised my creativity as not losing to omega, and even some comments praised me 's appearance...

"The betas have been suppressed so much these days that a dazzling character has finally appeared, and everyone is very excited."

"Dazzling?" I laughed.

Han Yin deserves to be a media person, and this praise skills can also be called superb. This word seems to be very far away from me from before to now.

Zhu Li and Song Bailao are shining and eye-catching existences everywhere. I am like a speck of dust, no matter how hard I try, no matter how uneven I am, it is still dust, and it cannot become a diamond in the end. Even when I got married, the media reported that I was lucky enough to squeeze out Omega's step-brother and climb the golden single a.

In the eyes of the world, Zhu Li and Song Bailao are both talented and beautiful, they are the former alliance of wood and stone, to me... they are good cabbage called Zhu Gong.

"You are very dazzling." Seeing that I didn't believe it, Han Yin was a little anxious, "I am also a beta, I understand how serious this society is discriminating against us. Saying there won't be as much inequality, but as soon as I make a different voice from the mainstream, those on my opposite side will still blame me for being a 'beta'. They'll say: 'I thought you still Not bad, but it seems that beta is always beta, that is, the pattern is small'." She rolled her eyes, "Oh."

I laughed, it sounded like a **** off alpha.

Han Yin said: "You have been misunderstood and betrayed. I don't know how you came here for the past two years. But you are still not discouraged, haven't you given up? You are just like your' Ryugu', break the rules and never give in. I know you think you are not as bright and shining as a, o, and think that I am exaggerating, but the 'dazzling' I said is not the existence of the sun in the billions of stars. You are the North Star, Although it cannot be compared with the sun and the moon, no one can deny your brilliance."

She is so talkative, I only think of diamonds, she compares me to the North Star, which makes me blush.

After the video interview, she set up the camera, chatted like a friend, and asked me about future career plans and so on.

"In addition to revoking my license, the association gave me a five-year ban from entering the industry, but it may be related to winning a lawsuit recently. The association sent me an email a few days ago, saying that in view of the Under the special circumstances at that time, I expressed my understanding and sympathy, and took back my five-year ban." This also means that I can get back the baker's license at any time and operate legally. "In the future, I may open a cake shop of my own."

Han Yin's whole face lit up: "That's really good!"

After recording the video, I got up to say goodbye to her, she held my hand and said she hoped I could do more live broadcasts, and complained that I was too Buddhist, and fans who wanted to spend money for me couldn’t find it doorway.

"I really appreciate you, please let me know if the cake shop has eyes on me, I can't wait to advertise for you every day." She released her hand and smiled, revealing her dimples, "Also, come on The second time I asked if you would get a divorce was just a joke, don't take it seriously, you and Mr. Song are a good match."

Am I a good match for Song Bailao?

Sitting in the car on the return journey, I do not know how many times I sighed that Han Yin really can speak. Her eloquence, even if she doesn't do self-media, can shine in any industry. She is the dazzling existence in the real beta, confident, outstanding, and capable.

Sure enough, no one's success is accidental.

Five kilometers is not too long, and the suburban road is easy to walk, but it takes ten minutes to return to the mountain.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt strange that there was not a single servant in the room, not even the ninth sister-in-law.

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

I turned on the light all the way, walked up the stairs, and called the name of Sister Nine and Song Mo, but no one responded.

"Nine sisters-in-law?" I walked to the door of the bedroom, and suddenly found the door 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 Bailao.

"Where did you go?"

I feel that his tone is wrong, but we always quarrel these days, and his tone is normal.

"Going to meet a friend. What about the others? Why are you the only one?" I pressed the switch by the door, and the room lit up.

Song Bailao leaned on the windowsill, half-sideways, fiddling with my listless pot of mimosas.

"Don't..." My heart tensed, and I hurried forward two steps to stop him.

He glanced at me and picked up the flowerpot: "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 step forward.

"No, it doesn't matter."

"Isn't it important?" His eyebrows 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 muttered, staring at the flowerpot in his hand, not knowing how to respond to him.

Because these are my son's ashes?

"Song Mo sneaked out this afternoon and entered the woods." He spun the flowerpot in his hand and looked at the patterns on it. When my sister-in-law found him, he fell to the bottom of the hillside and was seriously injured. Holding a flower in his hand, he said he would pay it to you. "

I never expected such a thing to happen to Song Mo when I went out for an afternoon.

So 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 has been trying to make up for me, but I didn't notice his abnormal mood, thought he was still angry with me.

I should have explained to him earlier…

"He... how is Momo now?" I was incoherent, "Is it serious? Is there any danger to my life?"

Song Bailao looked at me: "In the hospital, there were many fractures on the body, and the head also broke."

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 was not broken, but the soil turned over 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.

Ah…

I opened my mouth, and a strange "cluck" sound came out of my throat, like a blurted scream, all blocked by cartilage, flowing back into my chest, tearing my heart.

Don’t…

Don't do this to him...

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

In the end, Song Bailao 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 control Xia Sheng is gone?" I heard a voice asking, the tone was like a dead ghost , It took a long while to realize that it was me.

Song Bailao raised his head and squinted: "What did you say?"

"You keep saying that I designed you to be disgusting back then, that I deceived you to be disgusting, and you didn't have children with your step-brother for power and money? You should know better than me how Song Mo came to be ."

When he was exposed by me, he was stunned and his face was white: "Who told you..."

"Song Bailao, 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 don't want to maintain a marriage relationship with someone like you anymore."

He hurried towards me, I thought he was going to hit me in anger, and shrank back.

He stopped for a while, and was about an arm away from me, staring at me, blood splattered in his 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 he finished speaking, he angrily wiped me away, and after a while, there was a loud closing sound from downstairs.

The mimosa was crumpled into several parts and mixed with the soil. This time, even Daluo Jinxian couldn't save it.

I slowly cleaned the dirt from the carpet, lay there, collected as many as I could, and put them back in the pot.

"Mr. Ning..." Sister Ninth came back at some unknown time, standing at the door, looking a little uneasy, "Mr. Fang Cai drove away all the servants when he came back and won't let us enter the main house. You... Are you all right?"

I took a breath and stood up holding the flowerpot, shaking dizzily, and almost lost my footing.

Sister-in-law 9 hurried 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 see Momo."

Sister 9 didn't say anything and left quietly.

Song Mo was immediately sent to the hospital down the mountain after being injured. 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 made cupcakes before I went out and wanted to go home and coax him to eat, but now it seems that it can only be broken in the refrigerator.

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

"Mom..."

"Um, does it hurt?"

"Sorry mom." His voice was weak, like a sick kitten, "I just wanted to take it to the sun...I didn't want to break it. I know, flowers are unique Yes, the little prince's flower is, and so is the mother's flower... I couldn't find the exact same one, so I wanted to find the most beautiful one for you... But I, but I accidentally fell and broke my head, The flowers are gone..." He sobbed softly, "I'm sorry mom, can you forgive me?"

This is the first time I heard him say such a long sentence, but it was to ask for my forgiveness.

I have always wanted to be a good father, but I am not a good father.

I couldn't bear it any longer, my forehead rested on the back of my hand, my shoulders were shaking, and I cried 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 three words, to my two children, and to my two roses.