Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit

In August, the weather in Italy is sultry and it often rains.

Lu Yin spread out from the tailor, said goodbye to Angelo, looked up, the weather was gloomy, and there was drizzle.

She has been carrying an umbrella with her, turning it out of her bag and spreading it out.

Passing a small church along the way, it was built during the Renaissance, the ancient wall presents a mottled and old blue-grey, wind and silkworm, marble has been flattened corners. The church is open to the outside world all year round, with a warm yellow light coming out from inside. The gentle hymn can make people feel strange and peaceful. The believers sit scattered, hands clasped, and pray prayerfully.

There is a fountain square in front of the church. There are hundreds of white homing pigeons on the ground. Every evening, local residents will bring food to feed them. There are a few yellow-haired little boys on the side of the square, wearing helmets, stepping on pulleys under their feet, and naughtyly passing through the middle, grabbing a white pigeon all the way. With the sound of the fountain, hovering sharply over the square.

Lu Yin raised his umbrella, looked at the sky, smiled at the little boys, and forgot to walk for a while.

The phone rang at this time, and it was Qian Yuanqing calling. Through the microphone, she could hear the babbling babbling sound. Lu Yin's heart softened, and she put away her phone, and her steps became eager.

She abducted halfway to the nearby supermarket and took two cans of milk powder and pacifiers as Qian Yuanqing had instructed. Many small shops were opened nearby, and she kept walking. She looked all the way and her eyes suddenly stopped.

This is a Chinese shop with a black plaque outlined in four simple characters: Tian Wu Tattoo. Next to it is a red English callout, and simple totems are drawn at the corners.

Lu Yin couldn't help but stop, remembering that in the Zhangzhou shopping mall last year, Lu Qiang also said that she would stab the word'Lu', just in the position of the **** and egg. Lu Yin bit her lip, her face unconsciously turned red, only hesitated for two seconds, her tiptoe turned, and opened the store's door.

It's seven o'clock at night.

When she met her neighbor Mrs. Red outside the yard, she stood at the door and talked a few words. She opened the door.

Auntie is preparing dinner, Qian Yuanqing is coming out, taking what she has in hand: "What did you just say?"

The two entered the house, and Lu Yin went straight to the crib beside the sofa: "Mrs. Red said that the security has not been very good recently. The Koreans living at the foot of the mountain were stolen a few days ago. Let's be careful."

The little baby giggled when he saw Lu Yin coming, waving his fat little hands and feet.

Qian Yuanqing said: "Remember to lock the courtyard door and door after that."

"Huh." Lu Yin nodded and leaned over to kiss the little fat hand she sent. Put down your backpack with your arms bent and you are going to hug her.

Qian Yuanqing grunted and took off her hand: "Wash and hug."

"It hurts!"

"Don't remember, deserve it." Qian Yuanqing sneered at her: "I have said it several times, don't bring the bacteria outside to my granddaughter."

Lu Yin rubbed his hands: "..."

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Another weekend, the weather was very clear.

Lu Yin opened the curtains, took a deep breath, and was in a good mood.

Later, she and Qian Yuanqing moved the crib to the center of the yard. Today's little baby is extremely excited, yelling, and laughter echoes in the air.

The aunt's son and daughter-in-law were invited to dinner, and the person had not yet arrived. Qian Yuanqing and the aunt prepared ingredients in the kitchen. A barbecue grill was installed in the corner of the yard. The charcoal fire had already burned.

Qian Yuanqing didn't use her at all, Lu Yin became a big idler, sitting in a rocking chair holding a book, next to the crib, she spit bubbles in her mouth, waving her limbs, ah, I don't know what to say. Lu Yin didn't read a word, just looked at her so dumbly, did nothing, and felt safe in her heart.

She looked up at the sky and suddenly missed someone. She clicked on the calendar from her mobile phone. There was a special mark on the 18th of the next month. She pointed it with her finger and there were 37 days left.

Lu Yin's eyes narrowed with a smile, the clouds in the sky were fleeting, and the warm sunshine spread across the ground. Maybe the happiness she wanted was only a little bit now.

At the moment of being fascinated, Qian Yuan shouted at her suddenly.

Lu Yin should get off, pedal on the slippers and run into the living room.

Outside the courtyard, there was a shadowy sneaky man who smoked a cigarette and ran away. Throwing the travel bag into the yard across the air, holding the railing with both hands, flipped in lightly.

The little baby hiccuped, heard the movement, looked at it curiously with his big eyes, and shook his calf.

Qian Yuanqing adjusted the temperature of the bottle: "Don't thirst my granddaughter."

Lu Yin smiled and walked out with the bottle.

The outdoor light was dazzling, and a squat next to the crib, facing away from the door, was trying to reach out and hug her.

Lu Yin was horrified in his heart, and suddenly remembered Mrs. Red's words that day, screaming silently: "Mom--"

She rushed out, and in the chaos, one of her slippers kicked off.

The big man had clumsily picked up the baby, shrugged his shoulders, and turned back.

Lu Yinzhu stopped suddenly.

At a distance of five or six meters, the fool generally stared at the person in front of him. He has dark skin, a bald head, and dark eyes. He is wearing a singlet and sackcloth pants. He wears a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes, and his heels are stepped outside.

He was covered in sunshine and smiled at her with a slanted lips. See also first sight.

Lu Qiang smiled and said slowly: "Lu Yin, I'm back."

Lu Yin was indifferent.

He said, "Stupid?"

Her eyes gradually blurred.

Lu Qiang rolled his throat and smiled back, and he said softly, "Come, hug me."

At that moment, she clearly saw that the little baby's chubby hand gently touched his chin.

-End of text-

2016.06.12

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