Steward Wang looked to be about forty years old, with a small scar at the corner of his eye, and he didn't look very kind. Father Han's subordinates all called him Sword Master, and Father Han called him Wang Dao.

When Wang Dao came, Han Shijing had already returned to his room.

Si Xie smiled and greeted Wang Dao.

Wang Dao smiled and nodded, not enthusiastic, but polite.

"Why didn't you see the eldest lady? Wang Dao didn't believe that the eldest lady was back, after all, he knew that the eldest lady blamed the old man for what happened back then.

Seeing that the housekeeper didn't believe it, Mama Li got closer and whispered about today's abnormality in the Book of Songs. The more he talked, the happier he became, and even his tone became brisker.

Wang Dao's eyes were slightly solemn, there must be a demon when something goes wrong. Although he doesn't blame the eldest lady for so many years, he hasn't been much better with the eldest lady.

It's not that he doesn't like the little girl who was in the same lump anymore, but he is afraid that the little girl will hurt the people he cares about.

"Okay, I won't tell you. Looking at Si Xie who was sitting on the sofa and waiting, Mama Li urged Wang Dao to say a few words.

"Let's go, it's rare for the eldest lady to have friends. As he spoke, he went to the kitchen and brought some homemade food for Si Xie to take home.

"Thank you, Mama Li. Si Xie is also welcome, Mama Li's cooking is delicious, as a foodie, she really loves it.

With his things, he followed Wang Dao and left the villa.

And the other half of Han Shijing has returned to the room where he lived when he was a child, and he has almost no memory.

The room is clean and clean, and the utensils on the bed have a bit of sunshine and warmth. It is not difficult to see that this room has been cleaned for a long time.

The inside is based on a simple style, and it looks simple and warm.

Han Shijing completely opened the curtains, and the entire balcony came into view.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are many flowers and plants, which look like a sky garden, and there are two swings outside, one under the vine cover and the other under the UV-blocking glass.

Han Shijing liked this place at a glance, it is really beautiful, there are all kinds of plants, but it does not make people feel cumbersome.

Mosquito repellent is installed in many parts of the garden, so you don't have to worry about mosquitoes.

Shijing bent the corners of his mouth and walked around the flowers with cheerful steps. When I was tired of looking, I went to bed and lay down.

Everything here is so beautiful that it seems to be an illusion, and the nobility is nothing, but the intention is particularly moving.

Lying on the bed, Han Shijing could clearly hear his pounding heartbeat, which seemed to be stolen. Nervousness and joy were intertwined, as if he had reached the age of eighteen.

That's right, she was 28 when she wore it.

After eighteen frivolity, after twenty-two miles of turmoil, after twenty-six years of anticipation began to calm down.

She is still frivolous and still has no one in her eyes, but she also knows how to tolerate and retreat.

Thinking of the previous bits and pieces, Han Shijing fell asleep unconsciously.

Sleep extra peacefully, don't worry about being hunted down, and don't worry about being abandoned.

By the time Shijing opened his eyes in a daze, it was already dark, and the balcony outside was lit up with a faint yellow light, passing through a few wisps to the side of the bed.

I pulled the quilt and saw the person lying on the side of the bed.

Leaning on the side of the bed, Han Shijing could see a few strands of silver in a pile of black hair through the faint light.

In Jia Shijing's memory, I have never seen such a father, and I don't know if it is the emotions of the original owner or her own emotions.

Tears crackled uncontrollably, and a piece of it was wet in an instant when it hit the quilt.

Han Shijing felt that the back of the person lying on his stomach stiffened, and raised his head with a smile, slightly astringent, and he didn't know what to do in a hurry.

"Duoduo, I'm sorry, don't cry, Dad will go out. Knowing that his daughter hated herself, Han An was about to leave in a low voice.

Han Shijing wanted to reach out and hold him, but Han An turned around and was about to withdraw, but her hand didn't reach the corner of his clothes.

"Dad, Dad, don't dislike me. Han Shijing was crying, and his voice was crying. The more I sobbed, the more sad I became, not only sobbing and crying, but also muttering, "Don't dislike me, okay." ”

Han An stood in place, hearing her daughter crying, and didn't pay attention to her whispering father for a while.

I only heard her say in a pleading tone: Don't dislike her, okay. How could she not like his flowers? His precious daughter, his daughter.

He loves Duoduo, and he loves Duoduo's mother even more.

"Like, like, like. Han An stood on the edge of the bed with red eyes, and only said that he liked it.

It's a pity that Duoduo has never liked him.

As if saying this, Duoduo can like him too.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy. The Book of Poetry cried and opened his arms to hug.

Han An wiped his hands slightly hurriedly, he wanted to hug his Duoduo, but he was afraid that Duoduo would regret it and hate him even more, what should he do.

"Hug. Shijing shook her arms, and Han An didn't hug her, so she kept stretching her arms and crying.

Han An didn't want to care so much, he just wanted to hug this crying and poor daughter. When Duoduo was still a small group, every time he cried his nose, he had to hug him.

"Duoduo is good, don't cry. Han An hugged her, not daring to be heavy or light, touching her head was like touching a rare treasure.

Shijing felt the warmth from his father.

The bits and pieces of her memory come back to her, and she has always felt that she is a character outside the book, and her arrival is just to complete the task.

And at this moment, it seemed that everything had been overturned, and she clearly remembered the bits and pieces of Jia Shijing and her own bits and pieces.

The memories of the two at this moment have an illusion of the past and present lives. "I'm sorry. ”

I'm sorry to blame you all the time. I'm sorry for hurting you.

In her previous life, she was obsessed, she always resented her father, and kept harming him, until in the end, the Han family was ruined, and he was also killed.

"It's not Duoduo's fault, it's all because Dad is bad and Dad doesn't take good care of you. Han An patted her on the back, thinking that his daughter's temperament had changed greatly after Ah Yue's death.

Really, don't blame her.

If it was exactly the same, Han An was lying in a pool of blood at that time. He knew it was a trap but he couldn't help but come, Duoduo was still there, he was going to take her home, go home together.

At that time, Shijing apologized to him for the first time, and it was not the same as crying like now.

At that moment, she realized that she really had nothing, and the people of the Han family were all dead and killed by her.

No one loves her anymore, and there is no one who tolerates her fuss anymore.

Even she hated herself, this filthy body, this harmful self.

"Duoduo, don't cry. Don't cry, Daddy is here. Everything has a dad. Han An wiped her tears with the sleeve of her suit, but the more she wiped it, the more her heart hurt.

This child he vowed to grow up with pampering, this child who should grow up in warmth.

Crying so sadly, you must have suffered a great grievance.

"Don't cry, don't cry, Dad will buy you candy to eat. Although Han An never dared to approach her, he never left.

He has been silently paying attention to everything about her. Silently understand her preferences, her life.

Shijing stopped crying when she was tired, she thought about all the possible situations that could happen when she saw Han An.

I just didn't think that they met like this, so unprepared, but it was taken for granted.