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Yin Hua leaned over and said cautiously: "Sister-in-law, that's the commander's wife, how do you know her?"

Song Ran lowered his voice and said, "I'll tell you about this later, but you can't tell your brother, you know?"

Yin Huasan kept silent and didn't say anything more.

In the room, Mrs. Fu sat on the edge of the bed, took out a photo album from the drawer, slowly opened it, and the little girl with pigtails smiled innocently and snuggled into her arms.

When I went shopping that day, they also took a photo together, and the person who turned around was gone, this wound, no one dared to mention it, even Yuzhang never dared to mention it.

But the more she accumulates in her heart, the more it hurts her deeply.

She didn't expect Song Ran to ask her, and when she said it, the wound in her heart was torn open, and she just wanted to cry at this time, but it was much more comfortable than keeping it in her heart all the time.

Song Ran was sitting in the outer hall, and she heard a very suppressed cry coming from the inner room, and she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles, and she didn't dare to go in.

The cry sounded extremely sad, as if it had been suppressed for a long, long time, and finally found an outlet, which made people can't help but be sad with her.

The commander didn't know when he came in, wearing an army green coat, standing at the door, looking mournful, Song Ran shrunk his neck, the commander wouldn't mistake her for making Mrs. Fu cry, right?

Just as he was about to speak, the commander waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay......"

Only when her daughter just left, Xiaoman washed her face with tears all day long, and in the fifteen years since, she seems to have closed the door of her heart and never cried again.

The commander walked into the room slowly, Mrs. Fu sat on the edge of the bed, tears rippled in her eyes, seeing that he was very distressed, he walked over and reached out to circle her into his arms: "Well, cry out, just cry out." ”

Mrs. Fu cried more and more: "Yu Zhang...... I shouldn't have let go of Vivi's hand, it's my fault, it's all my fault. ”

The commander stroked her on the back, not knowing what to say to comfort her.

Song Ran in the hall felt like he was on pins and needles, thinking that it was better to leave first, listening to the commander's wife crying, he always felt that he would not be able to face others in the future.

Just when she was about to leave, the commander behind her stopped her: "Song Ran, where are you going?"

Song Ran turned his head and smiled awkwardly: "I want to ...... I want to go to the kitchen to help Aunt Rong make dinner together. ”

The commander beckoned: "No need, come over and talk to your godmother." ”

The little girl has such a great ability, she dared to tell Xiaoman that she lost her daughter, but thanks to her, she still cried after all, and she was always depressed in his heart, he was always worried that she would have a problem.

Raising her eyes again, Mrs. Fu walked out holding a photo album, her eyes were red and swollen, and she shed a lot of tears at a glance.

Mrs. Fu came over, took her hand, sat down on the leather sofa together, spread the photo album on her lap, and said in a gentle voice: "Let you see my Weiwei." ”

The photos in the album are all yellowed, and it has been a few years at a glance, Mrs. Fu's fingers rubbed gently, full of affection, and introduced them to Song Ran one by one, and when the last one was introduced, the tears fell again, dripping onto the album, and her voice couldn't stop trembling: "This is Weiwei's last day by my side, taken under the plane tree at the gate of the Hangzhou government compound, you see, how good the weather is, how happy my Weiwei is smiling." ”