A living life is over, and it is a death of depression, to what extent is this longing and despair, to drive oneself crazy and drive to death?

Can love really make people have the illusion of satiety, can make people have the illusion of obsession and pleasure? Why is a mother so obsessed with her father, so tormented by herself, so uncherished by her own life?

Shame and cheapness are equally shameful!

"That's it, grandma, you haven't said what happened between my parents?" Ning Bing'er's mind was buzzing, and she was already starting to get impatient.

There was too much foreshadowing in the early stage, and it was already excessive, so Ning Bing'er really couldn't stand it if she wasted her time like this.

She didn't have much time to listen to her grandmother's chatter, and she didn't want to develop a relationship with this strange old man, and she didn't want to listen to these flattering praises without a little sincerity.

There is no regret medicine in the world, loss and loss can only be slowly precipitated in the long river of time, don't reveal it easily, don't mention it easily, the recurrence of old injuries is as painful as new injuries, and it is twice as painful.

"Don't embarrass your grandma, this is what your father owes your mother, and it has nothing to do with your grandma. I don't know when, Ning Guowei was already standing at Bing'er's door, watching his daughter persecute her mother with a depressed face.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head and looked at the door, the father in the wheelchair was obviously displeased, his face was dark and ugly, and Uncle Chen behind him had a stiff expression, looking at Bing'er helplessly in embarrassment.

"Hmph, embarrassed?" Ning Bing'er snorted coldly, in the face of such a dilemma, the daily routine of three adults bullying a child has long been taken for granted, and it is not surprising that he is not afraid at all.

Looking at his father with a hint of hatred and disgust in his eyes, the big eyes that could talk were full of anger waiting for his father to speak, his mouth was closed, his face was pale, and his hands around his chest were matched with a dry posture, like a disobedient child who was not pumping, challenging the limits of adults.

"If you have any questions, Dad will explain to you, don't embarrass your grandma. Ning Guowei slowly moved into Bing'er's room.

Good people make trouble, it's really feng shui in turn!

There have never been so many people in this room, and not so many people are willing to walk in, what kind of wind is blowing today, and so many people are coming?

"Tell me what my mother did wrong?" Ning Bing'er said without showing weakness at all.

The fact that there are many people is just that they can bluff and suppress the momentum when they fight, and it is not of much use.

"Do you have to know this answer? Can't get over it?" Ning Guowei's eyes hid helplessness and hesitation, and the bitterness was even more obvious.

"Yes, I can't get by, I really don't know that my mother has paid so much for the Ning family, and finally ended up in such a miserable end, all the fruits of hard work have been easily enjoyed by others, and the foreign population is still maintained and pampered everywhere, why?" Ning Bing'er shouted loudly.

This is the pain that has been forced for more than ten years, and it is also the biggest heart disease in my heart, since the words have been made clear and said, Ning Bing'er is unwilling to endure being a weak person, she is a vulnerable group, why do you always have to behave so tolerant and generous?

It turns out that he is a child, why should he be a saint, tolerate everything, and forgive everything?

This roar frightened Ning Guowei and his grandmother who had been nervous for a long time on the sofa, but Chen Hongquan showed a weird smile on his face, or a satisfied smile.

The three of them looked at Ning Bing'er in shock, wondering how this erupting lion cub would be powerful?

"Okay, if you want to know, I'll let you know. Ning Guowei gritted his teeth and said word by word, and the bitterness in his heart slowly spread.

"Lao Chen, help me bring the box I sent. Ning Guowei turned his head and said to Chen Hongquan.

This tacit arrangement of work is like an order to look for a needle in a haystack, and only the other party can understand all the details contained in it.

This may be trust, and a simple explanation can know what he wants.

Hearing Ning Guowei's command, Chen Hongquan instinctively hesitated, looked down at Ning Guowei, who was already angry in the wheelchair, and then secretly looked at the hairy girl in front of him who was not afraid of the sky and the earth, this stubborn father and daughter really looked like their own.

Seeing Ning Bing'er's calm and arrogant appearance without showing weakness, Chen Hongquan took a deep breath, gently patted Ning Guowei's shoulder, and said lightly: "Mr. Ning, I'll go now." ”

In fact, what he wanted to say was "sure?", but he felt that there was no need to continue to hide, Bing'er had grown up, and there were some things that she had to know, and she also had the right to know those things.

"Bing'er, why are you so obsessed with this?" Ning Guowei saw that Chen Hongquan had already walked out of the room, and the daughter in front of him still didn't have a good face, a stiff expression, cold eyes, and arrogantly repelled them.

"Because Yuan Xuefei is still alive and well, enjoying the glory and wealth that my mother should have, but my mother has turned into a pile of white ashes, separated by heaven and man, and disappeared from this world forever. Ning Bing'er replied mockingly.

This heart-rending pain tugged at Ning Bing'er's weak heart, and the originally exploded heart had been shattered, lying on the ground in pieces, dying and struggling.

Such an accusation made Ning Guowei speechless, and he couldn't change these facts.

But since God wants to give him a chance, he wants to love the stubborn child in front of him again, repair the rift between them, and do his best to make up for what he owes her.

"Bing'er, I am responsible for your mother's death, but ......" Ning Guowei really couldn't say some words, and swallowed back when the words came to his mouth, not wanting to continue to explain, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his head to look at the daughter in front of him, turned to look at the door, and continued to close his eyes.

Waiting, only by waiting for what he proves to be true, will he be willing to speak, and will he feel that the explanation is no longer so pale and powerless.

"Mr. Ning, is this box?" Chen Hongquan held one and took off the paint, the original color of the wooden box has been somewhat black and yellow with the precipitation and erosion of time, but the small lock is clean, and the position of the lock cylinder has been seriously worn, but it is still intact.

"Yes, bring it here. Ning Guowei glanced at the small wooden box, turned around to catch it, hugged it on his body, and looked at Ning Bing'er with a firm expression.

It's just that Bing'er's face is still dead, not relieved or relaxed at all, looking at him and the box in his hand even more coldly, there is no joy or curiosity in his eyes, always that cold look.

Ning Guowei looked at his daughter's dead appearance, and thought bitterly why did he give his daughter such a name back then?

What a sin!

"Lao Chen, are you going to see Mama Wu's meal?" Ning Guowei broke away from Chen Hongquan, not wanting this outsider to watch his family tear each other apart, it was already very embarrassing, and he didn't want to be even more embarrassed.