Hearing Bing'er's calm question, Ning Guowei found that the child in front of him was not so fragile, he was still quick to think about problems, and he looked at Ning Bing'er with no worries and nervousness in his heart, and after taking a few closer looks, he nodded affirmatively.

Although she is true of her identity, Ning Bing'er is still speechless, such a situation is too embarrassing and boring, the second uncle who suddenly appeared disturbed the calm lake in her heart, and she really didn't know what the reason for continuing to cling to it was.

"Mom, don't cry. Ning Guowei cared lightly, looked at the old man on the sofa who was constantly twitching, and persuaded distressedly.

It's just that Bing'er watched the mother and son deduce love like the sea even more blankly, and she couldn't understand why her grandmother was crying?

Could it be that he was sad and weeping because of the mention of his dead second uncle?

Or is there something else going on?

"Dad, can I take a look at those letters?" Ning Bing'er asked lightly, her tone was already too gentle, and she was no longer rude.

After hesitating for a moment, Ning Guowei directly handed the box to Bing'er, looked at Bing'er calmly, and said with a clear conscience: "If you want to see it, watch it slowly, you will know the answer in your heart." ”

Taking over the heavy box, Ning Bing'er looked down at the old and clean box, raised her head to look at her father, only to see that her father was full of tiredness, and he didn't have much expectation and fear, calmly waiting for Bing'er to reveal the answer in his heart.

Taking a deep breath and gasping for breath, Ning Bing'er resolutely opened the box, picked up the top letter and looked at it carefully and seriously, every word and every punctuation mark was being read carefully.

"My Beloved Applejack:

It's the hundredth day you've lost you, are you okay over there?

I miss you, I really miss you!

Your brother and I gave birth to a girl, I was looking forward to this child being yours, and quietly went to the hospital to do a personal examination, but unfortunately God did not fulfill my wish, it was not your child.

Jay, I'm sorry I didn't leave you a little bit of your blood, and you left me.

But you are so cruel, why did you take my heart and not my people? You know what? My life is like purgatory, tormented and tormented, every time I look at your brother, look at the face exactly like you, I even suspect that this man is you.

It's a pity that this man is not you, and he doesn't understand the love between us, and he doesn't have the fragrance and sweetness of you, every intimate contact is like going to death, nausea and want to vomit, but I can't help it, only this face can make me have an illusion, you are still alive, still by my side.

Sleepless tonight made me deeply realize that it is not that I am lonely because I miss you, but that the more I think about you, the more lonely I become, Ajie, I miss you! Come to my dream, don't leave me, okay?

Love you so much."

After reading the first letter, Ning Bing'er's heart trembled, the pain tightened, and she glanced at her father distressedly, wanting to see how strong this man really was, and tolerating his own woman to love his younger brother deeply?

I suddenly admired my father's courage and generosity, even an indescribable tolerance.

"Dad, do you know the love between my mother and my second uncle?" Ning Bing'er closed the wooden box, unwilling to look at these dusty memories anymore, perhaps the memories of ruining the three views.

"I didn't know at first, but I didn't know later. Ning Guowei took a deep breath helplessly, and said lightly, the loss and frustration in his eyes made people feel even more distressed.

The love of the elders may not be understood by Bing'er, and she doesn't know what their love was like in those difficult years, but the eternal topic of love, whether ancient or modern, Chinese or foreign, can pull each other's hearts, make people sleepless, make people think about it, and make people fascinated.

"Dad, how did you find these letters?" Ning Bing'er asked cautiously, slowly moving her steps, walked to her father's wheelchair, squatted down gently, raised her well-behaved and sensible little face, and looked at her father cutely.

It has always been Bing'er who has blamed her father's desperation, and it has always been her mother who is using her father, and her father has always been a substitute, the most pitiful victim, a shadow without a soul and only flesh.

What a tragic fact this is, and what a sad situation.

But the father resisted, resisted all the mistakes, endured all the criticism from the outside world, and the daughter's incomprehension, and even the rejection of the family, these are not things, and the father carried it down.

raised his hand and touched Ning Bing'er's soft and shiny hair, with tears in her eyes, her lips trembled, and she looked at her daughter with grievances and helplessness, and the appearance of wanting to speak and stopping made people feel very distressed.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I blame you!" Ning Bing'er leaned on her father's thin legs with a look of grievance, tears slowly flowed down her cheeks, and the anger in her heart dissipated in an instant, and then she didn't complain, no longer resentful, and didn't struggle.

"Bing'er, Dad is also at fault, Dad didn't take care of you, and he snubbed you for so many years, I'm sorry. Ning Guowei's resentful little eyes were full of apologies, and he pursed his lips with shame and apology.

"Dad, do you know the details of Yuan Xuefei?" Ning Bing'er said helplessly looking at her father.

"Know!" Ning Guowei looked at Ning Bing'er so frankly, so bluntly, and so sincerely for the first time, and perhaps felt that there was no need to continue to hide or disguise the victim.

"You know, what do you know?" Ning Bing'er asked worriedly.

The secret of this woman is burdened with human life, and admitting the relationship so hastily will bring unexpected consequences, Ning Bing'er would rather her father know nothing and keep it in the dark.

Frightened and frightened, she straightened up, glanced at her father, and then carefully looked at her grandmother who was sitting not far away, Ning Bing'er worriedly withdrew the surprised eyes she had just seen, and said lightly: "Dad, let's eat!"

didn't want to continue talking, Ning Bing'er would rather her father pretend to be stupid, know nothing, and be sympathized with like a poor worm, than want her father to be too deep in the city and bear all the hardships by herself.

This deep distress made Ning Bing'er almost suffocate, almost out of breath, and even breathing became so difficult.

Thinking that my father has been working hard for this family for so many years, and trying hard to play a father, a son, and a chairman for the responsibility on his shoulders, in the end, he ended up with such an ending.

In the world, the taste that is more bitter than Coptis chinensis may be the taste of suffering, the poison of love, how many crazy men and women are entangled, unwilling to be sober, and how many heroes and heroes are angry and bent their waists for love!

But no matter how difficult and precious the medicine of love is, fate gathers and scatters, love and hate only change in an instant, cherish the present, live the present, the future is so slim, everything follows fate, everything goes with the flow.

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