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Three days later, the morning of the day I was ready to leave for France.

Early in the morning, Jing's father went into the kitchen alone and cooked Jing's mother's favorite soup.

Jing Jiaren has not slept well these days, and every morning when she gets up, she will see Jing's father standing at the door of Jing's mother's room.

After so many years, Jing Jiaren really envies her father's aiqing to her mother.

Persistent, caring, no regrets.

By Jing's mother's side, he willingly played a neglected supporting role.

For more than 20 years, Jing's mother looks only 5-6 years older than before, but Jing's father is too old to recognize.

This is because of all the tiredness and suffering, Dad Jing carries it on his shoulders alone, and does not let Mom Jing suffer a little wind and rain.

Jing's mother drank the soup with a look of reverie.

"Strange, how can the taste of this soup be so familiar......

This is the soup that Jing's father and Jing's mother learned to cook after they got married.

So in Jing's mother's current state, she shouldn't have drunk it.

But she felt inexplicably familiar.

"Miss Su, the car has been parked outside, we can leave at any time." The maid reminded, "Miss Jane will go with her this time." She was sent by Mr. Simon to pick you up for the banquet, haven't you forgotten? ”

Mother Jing nodded: "I haven't forgotten, you go and take down the scarf I knitted, on the bedside table where I slept, the purple gift box." ”

The maid went upstairs, and Mother Jing felt that the taste of the soup was too sad, so she put down the bowl and walked to the courtyard to breathe in the air.

Dad Jing is watering the flowers with a watering can.

Mother Jing looked at his back, didn't know weishenme, and couldn't help but walk towards him.

Father Jing heard the sound of footsteps, turned his head suddenly, and the water from the shower poured on Mother Jing's skirt.

She took a big step back in an instant: "How do you do this gardener!?" ”

Father Jing lowered his head and stood with a humble face.

"Got my skirt wet...... Feng Lie likes me to wear this dress the most......"

"I'm sorry." Daddy Jing's throat rolled.

"You've been fired, pack your stuff now, get out."

Father Jing suddenly raised his head, his face had been wrinkled by time, his slightly bald hair, he was only in his mid-forties, but his temples were a little white.

Mother Jing frowned slightly, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity caught her.

"Miss Su, I've already taken down your gift."

Jing's mother came back to her senses and shook her wet skirt, but fortunately, there was only a small piece of wet place.

She turned around and walked away without a hitch.

Father Jing looked at her still girlish green appearance, wearing a jujube British long skirt and a small shoulder, walking into his vivid memory, overlapping with the former Jing's mother.

The sun was shining down and shimmering in front of his eyes.

Jing Jiaren burst into tears from the open car window when she saw Dad Jing hanging his head.

There is a kind of love that is silent and silent.

The corners of Jing Jiaren's eyes were also a little wet, and she couldn't bring Dad Jing with her when she went to France this time.

The main reason is that he is afraid that Jing's mother will recognize him, and his condition will be stabbed ~ excited.

But now it seems that Jing's mother seems to have forgotten him at all.

Suddenly I feel worthless for my father's unwavering protection for so many years!

"That's moving?" Leng Lintian hooked his lips and smiled, "I seem to see my future in him." ”