Bei Bei didn't know how to answer him, but she felt that she had to say something, so she was at a loss, so she could only pick up a topic and say, "You spit out another bubble!" The girl's soft hand wandered among the misty smoke, and her eyes had no support, only between her fingers, and there was no aura to perform.

How sad it is that lovers no longer tell the truth between themselves. Peng Cheng was probably ready to continue his rhetoric, but the premise was that Bei Bei first said that she didn't believe it, and only then could he take over the topic to prove his sincerity. But whether it is true or not is obviously not in the girl's consciousness anymore, I don't believe it, it is too much love words.

The lad was not yet idiotic enough to think that the girl would not be afraid to spit out another bubble, and though she seemed so relaxed, he watched her fumes and could not understand her. Suddenly, he seemed to understand that no matter who failed whom, he was disappointed, and the relationship between them was still the same in the end, so powerless.

Peng Cheng flicked off the cigarette ash, his shoulders drooped, and he looked at the dirty yellow wooden table where the TV had been placed, and the square on the wall that was whiter than the surroundings. Only the walls there were snow-white, and it felt like seeing the past, which was the traces of the past, and suddenly rushed into his heart, and he said: "Daughter-in-law, you and my father are the best for me in this world." ”

"Which dad?" Bei Bei looked back at him, she smiled slightly, her eyes were bright and watery after crying, they had never been so refreshing. She was like a child who didn't know anything about the world, with a fledgling innocence that she didn't know, and she said that her voice was so thin that it sounded so good. Peng Cheng knew that no matter what he said now, it would be the same for her, she chatted with him, just coaxed him, she was just afraid.

"Peng Xueli, my adoptive father. Saying that, Peng Cheng's tears rolled out of his eyes, as if they were deliberately squeezed out, rolling down from the corners of his eyes, and he looked at her very reluctantly.

"Daughter-in-law, I don't know what's wrong with my child, before you, my dad was good to me, and I was different from other children when I was a child. He stared at Bei Bei with burning eyes, as if he had been scratched, and then closed his eyes slightly, he seemed to be embarrassed, and his fingers curled, indicating the scar on his mouth, which was the reason why he was different from other children, undoubtedly the reason. Then he said, "My grandfather is only one grandson, but he is very good to my uncle's two sisters, but not to me." My dad is his eldest son, I don't understand why my grandfather treated me like that, he gave my sister money, but he didn't give it to me, he always said that the little boy had to be poor, in fact, it was right, until my dad died, I didn't know that I was not his own grandson. ”

"How did your dad die?"

Kindness is perhaps the last quality a woman should have, and Bei Bei turned around and stopped looking at the smoke. All along, although she has never debunked him, she already knew that the so-called adoptive father did not exist, almost everything about the adoptive father was unwarranted, he was already dead, and even his adoptive mother didn't know where he went, maybe he remarried, for fear that his troublesome adoptive son would find her, and the address would not let her brother tell Peng Cheng. Bei Bei didn't know what Peng Cheng wanted to hide behind the lie, no matter what it was, she didn't want or bear to find out, and she couldn't even bear to let him know that the truth had already been revealed.

Peng Cheng turned his face away with relief, and answered what he asked, he talked to himself, he said: "When I was a child, I loved to eat ham sausages, and the red-skinned ones were made of flour. My dad will buy it for me no matter how much he saves, and he can buy a whole box of them, and send them to my grandfather's house for me to eat, and then I even ate them with Huohuo. He paused slightly, as if he were caught in a deep memory, a memory that did not seem very pleasant, his eyes were unfocused, and then he thought of something happy, and his brow furrowed.

"My dad was really, really good, oh, I wasn't good. He buried his face between his legs, his arms clasped tightly around his head, and his shoulders trembled slightly in great pain.

Bei Bei didn't say anything, and her fading heart couldn't help but say something more at this moment. But Peng Cheng's bowed head, his pain, his remorse, helplessness, all of which overwhelmed her. The girl's hand was raised and raised, and finally it was raised, she caressed Peng Cheng's hair, the outline of his head, his hair was as gentle and soft as air, and his fragile soul was as weak as dissipation.

"Hmm!" Bei Bei replied.

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All men are lonely children, they are strong on the outside, but they all have the most fragile hearts, like children, they are curious, brave, sometimes they are brave because of curiosity, and they are more cowardly because of low self-esteem, they will make some mistakes and hurt others. Then they found out, and found themselves alone again, they were afraid, trembling like children, and all the resentment in Beibei's heart became warm at this moment.

"How did he die?" she asked again.

He had congenital diabetes, and I don't know how he died, I was young. The more Peng Cheng said, the quieter and smaller the voice, so small that Bei Bei couldn't hear it clearly. It seems to be the most hidden secret in his heart, just like the unknown mistake many years ago, which left him with no confidence and no confidence to face it.

"You can't just die! Diabetes doesn't kill people. What about your mother?" Bei Bei regretted it as soon as the words came out, she knew that her mother didn't want to see him, and she still remembered Uncle Peng Cheng saying: "I can't tell you where your mother is, she has started a new life, and it's not good for you to go to her." The name Su Yingyuan is still in Peng Cheng's hand, and on the household registration book that has fallen off the page, she is the head of their family, his mother, a mother who has long disappeared.

"I don't know how I died. Peng Cheng held Beibei's slender fingers, her hand was so beautiful, thin and long, he seemed to be reluctant, he rubbed back and forth, back and forth: "Now you are good to me, both of you are good to me, but now I have lost it." ”

The tears broke the embankment, almost collapsed, she cried breathlessly, and she couldn't speak: "Did you go back to your father's house after he died?"

"Hmm!" Peng Cheng said: "My father is okay with me, after all, there is my brother, I am not a rural hukou, he got me a school, I don't study well, and then I go outside to fool around." Peng Cheng smiled bitterly, laughed and cried, Bei Bei cried even more, he said a word, she cried louder, he reached out to wipe the tears on her face, and kept saying don't cry, don't cry, she cried so much that he was upset.

Bei Bei stroked the scar that almost cut off Peng Cheng's fingers, and on his right hand, she raised her clearer and sadder eyes: "Then how did this come about?"

Peng Cheng withdrew his hand, and he changed his posture: "It was a fight, and I didn't feel any pain when I cut it, so I just thought about cutting it, and then I ran, a group of people ran together, and someone chased after me." At this, he seemed to remember something funny, and he smiled. Then I noticed that my hand was bleeding, and when I lifted it, my finger was holding like that. As he spoke, he lifted himself up and measured it with his fingers, which were not straight, and when they were straightened, they were more bent than the other fingers, as if they were broken.

"The doctor said that he had to do surgery right away, and he would connect the tendons in it, and those of us had no money, so I looked for my father, and I also found my second uncle, and then I also took it, but I didn't pick it up at the time, and then it was like this, and I couldn't pick it up. He said it so much that he could only piece it together, and the more he talked, the more Bebe cried, crying breathlessly. She jerked vigorously and fell on Peng Cheng's knee, making the young man's throat feel as uncomfortable as choking.

"Daughter-in-law, don't cry, I see that you cry and I feel uncomfortable. You're the best person for me, and now we're going to break up, don't cry, I can't stand it. ”

If Wen Beibei could still die at this moment and ignore Peng Cheng, then she would not be her. This is a doomed mistake, but not absolutely. We often say that when you choose a direction, don't look left and right, otherwise, you will definitely be beaten with chickens and eggs.

Bei Bei suddenly let go of her life and cried, she threw herself into Peng Cheng's arms: "Cheng Cheng, I will never leave you." ”

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That night, Peng Cheng and Bei Bei both cried, they cried enough, and the night was even deeper, Bei Bei went home, Peng Cheng didn't stop him again, and Bei Bei didn't let Peng Cheng send her.

"I'll send you!" Peng Cheng followed her to the door.

"No, I don't. She smiled back and smiled happily: "Don't you always say that these five steps and one post and ten steps are one sentry? ”

Peng Cheng was very persistent that day, he insisted on sending Bei Bei home, and when he returned to the staircase of her house, he said to Bei Bei: "Daughter-in-law, I only have you, I really only have you." ”

At that moment, the girl was a little moved, and she hugged him tightly: "Well, I must be there." ”