When brushing her teeth, Fang Qing kept staring at herself in the mirror.

Somehow, the huge family photo hanging on the wall of the living room came to mind.

She remembered that when she was taking that photo, the photographer inadvertently said, Mr. Ding, Mrs. Ding, your daughter is so beautiful.

At the moment, she was still complacent because of this sentence.

But in the next second, when she heard the photographer's next words, Fang Qing's face changed.

The photographer said: "It's like this, I don't look like you two, and my brother...... Not much like that. ”

Perhaps feeling the awkwardness of the atmosphere, the photographer added another sentence: "Hey, it may be a next-generation parent, like grandparents or grandparents." ”

How is it possible to have an intergenerational parent?

She is not the biological daughter of the Ding family at all, and she has no blood relationship with the family.

At that time, Ding's father and mother, including Ding Zhiyang, did not speak.

Fang Qing knew in her heart that they were afraid that she would have ideas.

Although she usually doesn't show that she cares, when she hears such words, she feels a little awkward.

Fang Qing didn't know why she remembered that scene at the moment, but the only thing that could comfort her now was that she and Ding Zhiyang were not biological brothers and sisters.

Thinking about it this way would at least ease her guilt a little.

But why?

Why did it ...... that day

Fang Qing closed her eyes a little broken.

Thinking about things in my head, the act of brushing my teeth becomes robotic.

After washing up indiscriminately, Fang Qing floated out of the bathroom like a ghost.

She felt hungry, so she walked out of the room and went downstairs to the dining room.

opened the refrigerator and saw the breakfast prepared for her by Ding Zhiyang at first glance.

Two slices of edged whole wheat noodles are wrapped in shrimp egg mashed potatoes drizzled with black pepper sauce, and a glass of skim milk is placed next to it.

In fact, my brother is very good at cooking, and the meals he makes are very good for her, but he is usually busy with work, and he is lazy and doesn't want to do it, so she can only eat her brother's cooking when her parents are not at home.

Fang Qing took out the breakfast plate and milk cup, and put it in the microwave to heat it for a minute as Ding Zhiyang said before.

When the start-up sound of the microwave oven "buzzing" drilled into his ears, for some reason, Fang Qing began to be in a daze again.

She suddenly remembered the day when she first arrived at Ding's house when she was a child, the little boy who was sitting at the table eating bread was staring at her with a curious eye.

The reason why Fang Qing was adopted was entirely because Ding's father and Ding's mother wanted another daughter.

However, when Ding Zhiyang was five years old, once Ding's mother went to the hospital for a check-up, but was told that the possibility of having children in the future was very low.

After knowing this situation, in the next two years, Ding's father and Ding's mother will be in a very bad mood.

I don't know if it's because it's impossible to have it again in this life, and the desire to have a daughter is getting heavier and heavier day by day.

In the end, there was no way, so Ding's father proposed to adopt a daughter in an orphanage.

And this daughter is Fang Qing.

When she first arrived at Ding's house, she was only five years old.

At that time, the little girl was a little recognizable, and when she saw the strange little boy, she subconsciously shrank her neck and hid behind Ding's mother.

Who knew that seeing her reaction like this, the little boy suddenly grinned.

It was the best time for the sunset, and the orange light shone through the windows.

The little boy got out of the chair and jumped up to her: "Hello, I'm my brother." ”