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Gu Ping'an is used to little Ellen's naughtiness, a crystal lamp is broken, and it is not a big deal, so naturally he does not blame the children, but just plays a round game, "Let's ignore my sister and make little Ellen's favorite braised pork at night." (This book is compiled and published by xiazailou)"

"Okay, my aunt is the best."

After coaxing the child in a few words, Gu Ping'an went to cook, and then turned his head, Xiao Ellen had already reconciled with Xiao Chuyi, and pestered Xiao Chuyi to play coquettishly.

Mu Ling was alone in the car, listening to the laughter coming from inside, a cigarette slowly burned out in his hand, those laughter seemed to have left him, he seemed to be looking at the warmth of other people's lights across a world and a space, and he was happy, which had nothing to do with him. In Mu Ling's world, it is more lonely and lonely, since he was a child, he studied alone, suffered a lot of white eyes, in order to save money, mix, mixed boxing, challenge the speed of life and death, he has done a lot of wrong things, walked a lot of detours, and finally stumbled to get the strength he wanted.

Alone and unaccompanied, there is always a long loneliness.

His grandfather let him go for many years, and he also knew that this was another way of loving him, so that he could grow up safely, as a young man, Mu Ling didn't know how to appreciate the hard work of the old man at that time, he always quarreled and rebelled, as if the rebellion he had hidden in his bones since he was a child was exuded in one go, and in those years, he was always endlessly disappointed, indifferent and ruthless.

It's rare to meet a Gu Ping'an, I thought I would have a home of my own, but I didn't expect to be messed up by myself, his original intention was just to protect her, protect her thoroughly, the strength was insufficient, and he parted and chose again and again, leaving her behind, Ping'an had long lost patience and waiting for him, as if he couldn't bear it, and finally couldn't find an excuse to abandon him, so he turned around and left mercilessly.

Once gone, it is eight years.

The joy and happiness of those short months were like a fog, the fog dissipated, the dream woke up, and the clouds passed.

In the past eight years, he has been insane, always prone to some hallucinations, her voice and smile are always hidden in his heart, his grandfather is asleep, and he has worked hard to restore him to health.

The grandfather and grandson are kind and filial to their grandsons, but it seems to be a deliberately created family atmosphere, which will be broken if they are not careful, Gu Ping'an's death, Gu Yun's death, everything eight years ago weighed heavily on each other's hearts.

They all tacitly avoid mentioning it, but they always have a pimple if they don't mention it.

In the past few years, he has too many things to take care of, and the responsibility in his heart is too heavy to breathe.

Eight years, the indulgent and long youth of the year, finally came to an end, and all he could see when he looked back was a crack.

Now, he didn't dare to interrupt the laughter of their mother and daughter.

He could only watch them happy, watch them smile, watch their house warm, as if none of it had anything to do with him, that he was abandoned, that he could not enter, that his peace had shut him out of his heart.

He really wants to imprison people desperately, lock them in a place where he can see, even if she doesn't want to, he will be trapped with her for the rest of his life, what if she doesn't want to, he is all sinking, how can he let her stand by alone.

However, he did not dare.

He was afraid that in the end, it would be another eight years, and another rift that could not be repaired.