After dinner, Xia Xinnian left time for her father and son. She went upstairs with a computer and some materials. Uncle Butler sent her trip to a guest room. This is what Xia Xinnian will live in. "Miss Xia, please tell me directly if you need anything. Next to me is the master's bedroom!" Uncle Butler said and left. Xia Xinnian's beautiful eyebrows are wrinkled. There are many rooms here. How could they arrange to go next door to this man? On purpose? Xia Xinnian sighs. Forget it. She doesn't care about this. Anyway, the man promises not to do anything to her. Xia Xinnian sits on the sofa, holding a paintbrush, and keeps tracing. There are several pieces of waste she threw away. I don't know why. She has no inspiration here. Maybe her mind is bound and even her brain is dull. Finally, Xia Xinnian put down his pen and walked out of the room. When she got down from the living room, she heard the piano playing a familiar song. She used to play that song. For a while, the mood surged up, thinking of the day when I grew up in the summer family, I felt sad. If there was no frame up five years ago, Grandpa would not do that to her. Grandpa has always been pretty good to her. Xia shuran destroyed all of this. I think of my eight or nine year old sitting in front of the piano and playing this music. At that time, my grandfather would sit behind her and close his eyes and listen to it. It seems that it has become a long way for me to get along with my grandson. Unconsciously, tears were already streaming down my face. Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and Xia Xinnian suddenly returned to his senses. He found himself in tears and turned around to walk outside the living room. Hand in hand out of the father and son, but the face with a smile. "Daddy, I'll see Mommy!" The little guy suddenly thinks about Mommy. A servant aunt pointed to the door and said, "Miss Xia went out just now!" "What is she doing out?" said jimucheng "I don't know. It's like crying!" "Daddy, is mummy not used to living here? How could she cry? " The little guy's pretty face was worried. Jimucheng didn't expect this woman to play so much. If she lives here, she will be so aggrieved? "Yu Chen, you wait here. I'll go out to find your mommy!" Jimucheng must ask clearly, where is it worth her crying? Xia Xinnian just heard the familiar music suddenly, but thought of the people he would never see again. He felt sad for a while, and his eyes were moist. She walked alone along the garden path under the street lamp. All around is quiet, her mood also gradually calmed down. Suddenly, she heard the steady footsteps behind her. She couldn't help looking back. She saw a tall and elegant body, striding towards her from the dim yellow light. Xia Xinnian's frightened look changed. He quickly raised his hand and wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes. "What are you crying for?" The man's voice came cold, with questions. Xia Xinnian inhaled his nose and said in a low voice, "who said I cried?" Jimucheng has long legs. In the blink of an eye, she stands in front of her. In the light of the street lamp, she sees the moist corner of her eyes. She is still very hard. "Did I treat you badly? Or do you live here and refuse to accept the local conditions and love to cry? " Jimucheng is a little annoyed because she hears her son's worries. If the woman continues to cry, she is afraid that it will affect her son's sense of home here. He would never allow that to happen. Xia Xinnian is in a bad mood. Suddenly she hears this question from him. She also has a temper: "it's none of your business. If I want to cry, I'll cry. Do you mind me?" "Of course I don't care about you, but don't let your son know you cry." "You'd better think about your son's feelings," Timothy warned in a low voice "How could he know?" Xia Xinnian frowned and murmured. Jimucheng saw her head down, and the thick long eyelashes stained with tears flashed tears in the light and shadow, just like the wings of a butterfly, which was charming. It seems that jimucheng hasn't looked at her face carefully. At the moment, he can still enjoy her beauty. Xia Xinnian's facial features are small and delicate, the lines are soft, the skin is white and tender, still with a girl's ruddy feeling. Jimucheng is used to seeing women with heavy make-up. The simple little woman in front of him gives him a special feeling, just like the lotus in the water, blooming in the morning after the rain. Xia Xinnian bit her lips and raised her eyes. She stared at the man. She was frozen. Jimucheng was caught by her, and his eyes were still calm. "Son has a place like you!" Jimucheng said in a light voice, which relieved his embarrassment. Xia Xinnian turned back and didn't want him to look at him so recklessly. "I was born like me, of course!" Xia Xinnian said angrily. "The skin is like you, very white!" Jimucheng said with a smirk. Xia Xinnian turns around and stares at him, feeling that this man is teasing her. "He's all like me except the skin!" Jimucheng picked a eyebrow slightly and was very proud. "I don't care about you!" Xia Xinnian is even more annoyed. It's a matter of great concern that he didn't inherit her looks after his hard-earned son. Now, this man has to say it in such a proud voice. It's too much. "Why cry?" Jimucheng suddenly reached over and forced her delicate wrist: "don't give me a reason, I won't let you go!" "You let me go!" Xia Xinnian didn't expect that this man should move his hand and foot to her. If he promised, was he eaten by the dog? "Because of the music I just played?" The man's voice line suddenly sank and broke. Xia Xinnian's mind is empty and looks back at him. "Does this music have any special meaning for you?" When jimucheng saw her eyes, he knew he was right. "Why should I tell you?" Xia xinnianqi's small face turns white. "If you don't say it, I've guessed whether it reminds you of he Jiaxuan? Are you sad? " "Inexplicable!" Xia Xinnian heard the name that made her sick. Her face suddenly turned ugly. She shook his big hand away and ran quickly. She was so excited. Did she guess right again? "He Jiaxuan!" The man clenched his teeth and recited the name silently. His mood became restless in an instant. Is this woman recalling that man? She cried, not because of him, but because of that bastard? Think of this reason, the man's face is more and more gloomy. Jimucheng smokes a cigarette at the door. His mood calms down a little. Then he goes upstairs. Xia Xinnian has bathed his son. He takes out a set of pajamas from the box and puts them on. As soon as he puts them on the bed, they are like a runaway wild horse, jumping and rolling on the bed and humming a little song. How happy they are.