An Luo had already exhausted the last strength of her life, pointed to the bag she was carrying and said, "Keep it...... Give your child a life-saving ...... Rain ......"

An Luo no longer had the strength to say another word, struggling to reach out to touch the child, Qin Zhenhua hurriedly sent the child to her. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

An Luo's fingertips trembled and touched the child's little hand, the little baby was like a sentient being, and the hand as thin as a small branch held An Luo's fingers, and he cried.

When Qin Zhenhua probed An Luo's snort again, An Luo had already left......

Qin Zhenhua was afraid that the child would freeze, so he hurriedly ran back with the child in his arms, preparing to bury An Luo after dawn.

When I got home, I found that Feng Yuzhen had already given birth, because the amniotic water broke early, the child refused to come out for a long time, and finally suffocated due to lack of oxygen, and was born without breath.

Feng Yuzhen complained that Qin Zhenhua had been gone for so long, and when she saw him bring back a child, she cried unrelentingly.

Qin Zhenhua said guiltily: "If it weren't for me, Professor Qin would not have been arrested, and Teacher An would not have risked his life to have a child." I'm sorry for them. Qin Zhenhua said with a whimper.

In the end, in order to prevent others from discovering that they hugged An Luo's child, they hurriedly buried their child under the fruit tree in the courtyard, and announced to the public that Xiaoyu was born by Feng Yuzhen.

Because An Luo said rain before he died, Qin Zhenhua named the child Qin Xiaoyu.

Three days later, Qin Han heard the news of An Luo's death and hanged himself in the cowshed......

Feng Yuzhen finished crying silently, and kept saying: "We really didn't mean it, it's really not ......"

Qin Xiaoyu's eyes were just round, his throat was like a choked thing, he couldn't make half a sound, his heart seemed to be pinched tightly by a big hand, and it hurt when he couldn't breathe.

I wanted to cry but found that there was no tear at all.

Luo Zhan reached out and gently held her slightly cool little hand, using the temperature of his palm to warm her cold fingertips.

Qin Lang was a little ashamed, his tears endured and endured, and finally fell, and he suddenly got up and knelt in front of Qin Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, I don't ask you to forgive my dad, I just want to say sorry to you on behalf of them! ”

Qin Xiaoyu came back to his senses and jumped up in fright: "Brother, what are you doing here......?"

Luo Zhan said to Qin Lang: "You get up first, let her calm down for a while, and then talk." ”

Feng Yuzhen cried, but her heart was a lot easier, and the big stone that had been pressed in her heart for many years was moved away at once.

Luo Zhan picked up the bag on the table and pulled Qin Xiaoyu into the room.

Qin Xiaoyu's tears crackled down after he entered the house, hugging Luo Zhan's waist tightly, and burying his face in his arms.

Her heart is very chaotic and painful, she can't forget Qin Zhenhua's kindness to her, and she can't forget the tragic death of her parents, who is to blame?

Luo Zhan caressed her back: "Do whatever you think in your heart, if you don't want to stay here, let's leave immediately." ”

Qin Xiaoyu shook his head and whimpered, "That's not the case, I don't know what to do now......"

"This is a mistake of the times, Qin Zhenhua and his wife have also carried the shackles of this mistake for half their lives, hate or not hate can't change what has happened, it's better to let it go, life is looking forward, only if you live better and happier, can you be worthy of your parents......" Luo Zhan kissed her forehead and said.

Qin Xiaoyu's eyes hurt when she cried, so she stopped and choked up, "Where is the bag my mother left me?"

Luo Zhan sat down by the kang with Qin Xiaoyu in his arms, and opened the bag that was thrown on the kang after entering the door to her.

Inside was a painting, and a thick notebook, all of which were yellowed.

Qin Xiaoyu took it and sniffed, turning the pages one by one, all of them were diaries written by An Luo before his death, to be precise, a diary written for children.

From the surprise when I knew that I was pregnant, I felt the shock and emotion of fetal movement for the first time.

An Luo wrote: In a short time, your mother will be able to see you, what should you call it? Mother likes to read Hugo's novels, and in the future, your nickname will be Little Hugo, because I don't know that you are a boy or girl, so you should be a little princess, a little baby as beautiful as your mother......

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Little Hugo, my mother may not be able to grow up with you, so I can only write more for you and accompany you to grow up slowly......

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Little Hugo, you are seven years old this year, and you are about to become a primary school student, are you still very naughty? When you are in your mother's womb, you are a naughty little ghost......

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Little Hugo, you are eighteen years old this year, will you be as smart as your mother and be admitted to the ideal university? It doesn't matter if you don't get in, your mother just hopes that you can live happily and be safe and healthy all your life......

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Little Hugo, you are 20 years old this year, do you have a person to talk to? You must find a man who loves you and tolerates you, and live a harmonious life, I want to see what kind of partner my little Hugo will find......

Little Hugo, today is your wedding day, and my mother can only accompany you here, my mother really hopes to live to see you wearing a red hijab and marrying your beloved. Watching my little baby become a clumsy mom, it's just a pity that mom gave you life, but can't grow up with you, I'm sorry...... If there is an afterlife, your mother will not leave you behind and protect you well......

The diary is very thick, and every word carries An Luo's full of love and reluctance.

Qin Xiaoyu's tears fell on the diary in big drops, staining the handwriting on it.

Luo Zhan hugged her shoulders and whispered comfort: "She is a good mother, the most beautiful mother......"

Qin Xiaoyu suddenly stared at the last page of An Luo's notebook, with duckweed drawn in stick figures, and a line of small characters written below: Life is like duckweed, gathering and scattering and doubting.

The last vertical of this Ping character has a hook, and Yuan Ping, the mother of the previous life, also likes to write her name like this.

Qin Xiaoyu touched the word Ping with some trembling hands in her heart: Could it be that she has the same mother in both lives, so she is so heartbroken?

Luo Zhan went out and wrung a wet towel back, gently wiped Qin Xiaoyu's eyebrows and eyes, red and swollen because she had been crying for too long, and pulled back the broken hair on her forehead: "Okay, let's stop crying, let's go to see An Luo's mother in two days." ”

Qin Xiaoyu nodded, but tears filled her eyes.

Feng Yuzhen sat in the courtyard in a daze, listening to Qin Xiaoyu's cry in the house, and felt uncomfortable, and cried silently.

Qin Lang always stood in front of the window of Qin Xiaoyu's house, with pain and fear on his face, he was afraid that he would lose this sister, according to the book, this was the revenge of killing his father.

After noon, Qin Xiaoyu came out of the house with red and swollen eyes, and whispered to Feng Yuzhen, "Mom, what do you want to eat at noon?"

Feng Yuzhen was stunned for a moment, wiped her tears from the corner of her clothes, and stood up in a panic: "I'll slaughter the chicken, let's stew the chicken and eat it......" said and ran towards the chicken pen, and then turned back to the kitchen to get a knife halfway through, back and forth a few times, and I didn't know what I was going to do......