"I don't know." Qu Zhimu looked at the streets with cars outside, and there was a bustle outside.

"Don't know? Why? Li Zeyan was inexplicably disappointed.

Qu Zhimu glanced at him, and his thoughts drifted away.

After a long time, he said, "This is my mother's engagement to me." You may not have seen my mom, she's beautiful, I mean, she's beautiful. ”

Li Zeyan didn't expect Qu Zhimu to tell him about her mother and talk about these pains, so he quietly became a listener.

"My mom passed away when I was very young, and yet I didn't know all about it, even my mom was sick, hospitalized, and the funeral didn't inform me, only I was kept in the dark.

When I was four or five years old, I was sent to City B to live at my grandfather's house, and I thought it was my grandparents who missed me.

Later, I was sent abroad. No matter how much I don't want to go abroad, I ...... My dad insisted on sending me abroad, and my mom didn't even show up before I left.

I was small and heavier. I complained about my mother, why she didn't come to see me.

A year later, one day my brother informed me that my mother had passed away. He said he had been thinking about it for a long time and had told me without telling him.

Do you know? The sky was falling, and when I went back, the funeral was almost over.

However, he never informed me, from beginning to end.

He cruelly said let me go back, don't come back.

I thought he was going to have a hard time, and I asked him. I thought my mother was sick and died, but later I found out that my mother was killed.

As you may have seen, when I went to him today, he still lied to me, hid it from me, and refused to tell me why.

Even if I leave the house and don't recognize him. ”

Qu Zhimu had already burst into tears, strong feelings hit like Mount Tai was overpowering, the blood was about to coagulate, her heart was about to suffocate, and a sharp knife pierced her heart, making her a little numb.

Qu Zhimu even cried.

The people next to him probably heard it, the handsome men and beautiful women were already eye-catching, but now the girls are crying so fiercely, they all point fingers at Li Zeyan.

One person said loudly, "Now good-looking boys are so scumbag, they actually make their girlfriends cry, and they are even watching the play, and they don't know how to comfort at all." ”

Li Zeyan rarely didn't have a black face, probably because he was made by Qu Zhimu and didn't care about other people.

Li Zeyan was a little at a loss, he had never seen a girl cry so fiercely.

For a long time, Qu Zhimu held back his tears, but his eyes were still red.

After crying, Qu Zhimu was a little embarrassed, and cried in front of a strange boy for the first time.

Qu Zhimu also heard the pointing of the people nearby at this time, and said to Li Zeyan apologetically, "I'm sorry for letting you be misunderstood by others." ”

Li Zeyan raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, I'll be a scumbag for a while." ”

"I made you smile, I was a little nervous just now, and I said it to you, which caused you trouble."

Li Zeyan licked his lips, "It's causing trouble." ”

"Huh?"

Li Zeyan smiled, and then said seriously and seriously, "Mu Mu, I know that your father is hiding from you, and you are very sad that you suddenly lost your mother." He's sad too, but he's also up to your duty.

I felt that at that time, your father needed the comfort of you and your brother as well. As for you, you just blindly vent your own feelings and don't care about his feelings.

You love your mother, but doesn't your father love his own wife?

You blame your father, have you considered his feelings? You lost your mother, but he also lost his beloved wife and his beloved children.

He's sadder than you.

You can vent your feelings to him, but to whom does he vent them?

He is a husband and a father of three children.

Yes, he is hiding it from you, but think about it, you lost your mother, why did he hide it from you. He doesn't tell you about your mother's illness, hospitalization, or even funerals.

You're smart enough to be confused. Is he doing this to protect you, will he bear to deny his daughter and not tell you the truth, for what, for whom? ”

After speaking, looking at Qu Zhimu's decadent eyes, blank eyes and somewhat shaky shoulders, Li Zeyan realized that his speech might be a little heavy.

"I may be a bit heavy, but I hope you think about it."

Qu Zhimu was stunned, she really never thought about this, it seemed that she resented him from the beginning of her mother's death, and subconsciously thought that he was deliberately hiding it from her. She was carried away by the hatred, and it didn't even occur to her that he might be protecting her if he didn't say it.

In the end, Qu Zhimu didn't know how to get home.

It was dark, she didn't turn on the light, and sat on the sofa in the dark living room.

She took off her shoes and curled up on the couch, her hands on her calves, her head resting in the gap between her knees.

This is her act of self-preservation.

She lowered her head, and something seemed to be dripping in the darkness, which was especially crisp in the silent living room.

Qu Zhimu began to doubt life.

After resenting herself for so many years, she suddenly knew that he had a hard time, and he was for her and for her protection.

He also suffered so much, but his favorite daughter didn't understand him and was still blindly resentful.

Qu Zhimu had never felt so uncomfortable, and his heart was tense.

Qu Zhimu wanted to make a call to Qu Wenzhou.

She wanted to apologize to him, she wanted to call him daddy, she wanted to have a family reunion.

But as soon as the phone was pressed, I hung up again.

She felt a little sudden, and flinched.

She admits that she is cowardly, and she is afraid. Although she didn't know what she was afraid of.

After struggling for a while, Qu Zhimu sighed, forget it, wait for me to be bolder and talk to him again.

Qu Zhimu smiled again, it's been really lately, always crying.

It seems that he has probably only cried in front of Li Zeyan.

Qu Zhimu blushed.

Remembering that there were still some clothes that had not been taken out in the washing machine all afternoon, Qu Zhimu wiped his tears and went into the bathroom with his slippers.

took out Su Yanran's clothes one by one, and after hanging them up, he turned around and saw that there was still one of his own clothes in the washing machine.

Looking at his clothes, Qu Zhimu suddenly thought that he seemed to have the handkerchief in his pocket that Li Zeyan wiped her blood with last time.

said that he would wash it and return it to others, but it turned out that he had not returned it to others.

Qu Zhimu squatted and took out the pocket of her clothes, and the handkerchief she took out was crumpled together, and she shook it off and unfolded it.

The handkerchief that was still a little wrinkled was presented in front of her like this, and Qu Zhimu glanced at it. With just one glance, Qu Zhimu was stunned in place.

Motionless.

Although the blood stains on the handkerchief have not been washed, the words in the lower right corner can still be seen clearly.

Qu Zhimu's hands trembled a little, and he stretched out his fingers and touched them.

As if he didn't believe it, he rubbed his eyes.

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