Fan Qingqing's mother snorted coldly, "My daughter, it's not your turn to take care of it! You are not welcome in our family, please go out!"

Zuo Qian listened, and his heart sank, this Fan Qingqing's mother couldn't communicate!

sighed, glanced at Fan Qingqing's aggrieved appearance, his heart hurt, and he couldn't help but say, "Qingqing, which room is you!"

Fan Qingqing glanced up at Zuo Qian strangely, not knowing what he was going to do, but still pointed to his room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fan Qingqing's mother couldn't help frowning and shouting, "What are you doing?

Fan Qingqing's father also came back from his contemplation at this time, and he didn't know what this young man was going to do.

And Fan Qingqing's eyes were straight.

At this time, in the room, Zuo Qian picked up a hammer casually, don't ask where the hammer came from!

The cabinet is a very old kind of external lock, and this desk has been with Fan Qingqing from junior high school to the present.

'Ding~!', there was a sound of iron and iron clashing in the room, Fan Qingqing and her father heard it, and their eyes widened at Lao Yuan, and they stood up suddenly.

And her mother was so frightened that she ran out, and when she saw that Zuo Qian didn't follow, she stood at the door and pointed at him and scolded.

"You scoundrel! I'm going to call the police, I'm going to call the police now!"

However, Fan Qingqing was stupid,

She's not stupid because of the violence of the left,

It wasn't because her mom was going to call the police.

The sound of iron clattering against iron, in her room, belonged to the metal only the lock of the bookcase.

This sound, as if an electric current had pierced her body at once. In the cupboard, the thing that has been sealed up, has been hiding in the dark......

Zuo Qian grabbed the paper in the cabinet, each piece of paper, put it flat and neatly, looking at the date, there were more than ten years ago, which was written by Fan Qingqing when he was in junior high school, high school, and college.

It's a diary, but it's a piece of paper torn out of a diary.

The diary, the mutilated dates, are locked here.

Before discovering these, Zuo Qian saw Fan Qingqing's parents unreasonable, and there was no reason to be rewarded, so he could only rely on the system's turntable, and the system's turntable was just one time left.

This time, he drew the Quest Guide item again.

After using the props, the system prompted a locked cabinet in Fan Qingqing, but did not directly explain what was in the cabinet.

So he moved left and didn't care about thirty, seven, twenty, and did it first.

It's just that, what he didn't expect, he got these things.

The more I look at Zuoqian, the more distressed I feel, this piece of yellowed paper has a lot of bitterness recorded on it. In this small bookcase, the blocked dream, now may be the time to let it see the light of day.

Zuo Qian took a stack of torn papers from his diary and walked out step by step.

And Fan Qingqing's mother saw it, pointed at him and roared, "I told you, I have called the police, you just wait to be arrested!"

When Zuo Qian walked out, he shook the paper in his hand, and the pieces of paper were thrown all over the sky, which frightened Fan Qingqing's mother and shrank her head and took a step back.

And Fan Qingqing saw this paper in the sky, his mind and body seemed to be shocked, and his head was blank.

"Take a closer look at what is written on this!"

At this time, Fan Qingqing's father noticed these flying pages. He took a yellowed piece of paper and saw that it was written,

June 12, 3115. Clear.

I was very happy today, the school held an event, I went up to sing, the teachers and classmates praised me for singing well, I was really happy, I found that I love singing so much! As long as I am unhappy, whenever I sing, no matter what happens, my mood will be very good!

Fan Qingqing's father knew that this was the year of Fan Qingqing's junior high school, that is, it was written 9 years ago. He vaguely remembered that Fan Qingqing seemed to have talked about it in front of him when he was a child, but he didn't seem to agree with it, let her study hard, and don't fix what she didn't have.

At this time, Fan Qingqing's mother wanted to say something, a piece of paper fell on her shoulder, she was angry at this time, and she pulled the paper to see what the hell this person was doing. At this time, there was silence.

August 7, 3117.

Today I sang with my classmates, and my classmates praised me for singing beautifully, but my parents didn't like me to waste it on things other than studying. Sometimes I often think about how nice it would be if my parents supported me in singing!

The two were silent, picking them up one by one and looking at them.

January 5, 3119.

The college entrance examination was about to take place, and on this day, I finally mustered up the courage to propose the idea of going to the conservatory to my parents. As expected, my parents rejected me harshly. Although I had expected this to be the result, at that moment, my world full of cracks finally collapsed. My heart, as if it had been cut by a knife, cramped again and again, that feeling, I couldn't sleep, I could only let my tears wet the pillow.

March 8, 3119.

It was a school day, but I didn't feel the slightest bit of joy, I wanted to forget, I forgot that I love to sing, I love music.

However, my heart always rebelled against me, opening its scarred bloody mouth at me, and shouting at me that I wanted to sing.

Every piece, every word, these are locked in the dark world of small drawers, Fan Qingqing's heart, her dreams, her wishes, have always been suppressed and buried.

At this moment, under the smashing of the left move, it will finally see the light of day. Fan Qingqing saw her parents looking at her diary that she didn't dare to expose in front of their eyes, and the grievances she had been suffering for many years suddenly exploded! Her nose was sore, and she couldn't help but cry, she covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying, but how could she hold back the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for so long at this moment?

The memories of the past emerged one by one, and Fan Qingqing finally couldn't help but run out, and when he saw him, his heart tightened.

This stupid girl can't do stupid things, right?

Thinking of this, Zuo Qian couldn't take care of it, and ran out.

At this time, Fan Qingqing's parents did not chase them out, their faces were solemn, and their hearts were heavy.

There are at least 20 pages of this paper, and the words on each page are like a sharp knife piercing their hearts.

For so many years, I didn't expect that what I had been insisting on right, putting an end to what I thought was wrong, would cause so much harm to my daughter.

Looking at this paragraph of blood-dripping text, Fan Qingqing's parents were shaken, and asked themselves in their hearts, are we all wrong all these years?