Ling Yiqing listened to her father tell all kinds of wrongs there, buried her head lower and lower, and almost fell to the ground and buried herself in the soil to take root and sprout.

At the beginning, she was used to talking about the second uncle, because she didn't like the second uncle's family very much, and she couldn't talk well with them.

The plastic bag in her hand was clenched tightly by her, and a hole was cut out, and the packaging of brown sugar ginger tea fell to the ground with a "pop".

In fact, it was just a matter of grabbing and trying to find a person to rely on, but she didn't expect the words that followed to make her world collapse in an instant, and several puzzle pieces connected with the pieces fell to the bottom.

Buried, invisible, only pitch black, the vultures still hovering in the dim and unclear air, waiting for an opportunity to descend, waiting to swallow the buried corpses into their bellies......

The fragments of memories were not let go, leaving only a thick black fog of the black hole, and the silver-white spider webs interspersed in it, which tightly encircled her and tightened the silk, and then she couldn't see the world, and the echo in her ears gradually seemed to be pretending to be ***, inaudible, blank and empty......

She was alone, curled up, sobbing, no one handed her tissues, no one gave her an arm to lean on, and even the slightest sound, the scenes did not dare to recall, for fear of evoking a sad past......

It was her grandfather, the kind and loving old man when he was a child, who put down his always lofty posture and hugged her grandfather who was playing a slide game on his lap......

"Ride, ride, ride! One-two-one, one-two-one......" is still riding on his grandfather's body, playing the game of riding a big horse.

There are also memories of the swing, pushing her, swinging higher and higher, as if she could touch the sky and grab the white soft clouds, and swallow it in one bite, and even heaven became within reach......

But, after all, it's far away......

She can't see heaven, and she can't see her grandfather in heaven, let alone take her grandfather down and continue to accompany her on swings, riding big horses, and playing on slides......

In reality, she does not have an old age with a rickety back, as if she is old, and she is no longer a child.

Leaning on his elbows and palms on his thighs, supporting his head as if it would fall off at any moment, crying, crying, there were faint dark traces on the sofa, and there was a small pool of tears on the floor, as if he was also sobbing......

Ling's mother couldn't see her daughter's sadness, but she also knew that it was a hurdle that she had to overcome, and wanted to step forward to comfort her, but was blocked by Ling Yiqing's outstretched arm.

"I'm quiet...... Just be quiet, don't call me ......"

What Ling Yiqing is like Maybe she doesn't know herself now, she doesn't know whether her voice is laughing or crying, or whether she is half-hearted, mocking her vulnerability......

Father Ling was angry, just stood up abruptly, but was softened by his wife's eyes, hesitantly straightened up, and finally sat on the sofa, sighed, his hands that had witnessed a lot of vicissitudes of wind and rain held his head tightly at this time, and hung down to look at the floor.

Or the staggered planks with horizontal stripes, brownish-red, woody yellow, jet-black, the color of wine...... All jumping in their eyes and minds, distraught.

"She's an adult child, and she still has to bear these things by herself, and we all understand, and we all understand ......"

Ling's mother is the most convenient bridge between the two, and she is also the Tengyun grafted between the two worlds, and the person who understands the hearts of the two people best.

She sat beside her husband, one hand on the back of Ling's father's slightly rough hand.

Father Ling felt that there was an extra layer of temperature on it, which had been penetrating his earth's core, but it was like a slowly flowing stream bringing in a warm current, and his heart gradually calmed down.

After a long time, he returned to his exhaustion, and the big man who usually took the lead also leaned on his wife's arm, for fear of bending his wife, but Mrs. Ling shook her head.

"Get some sleep and get better tomorrow."

As he spoke, he tried to carry Father Ling into the bedroom.

Maybe he was used to such a heavy body, and it wasn't as hard as before, but he still walked slowly step by step, panting and letting go of Father Ling.

On a quilt sheet embroidered with the overlapping petals of bamboo and clouds, the light overhead is dim, because it is necessary to be quiet and create an atmosphere of sleep.

Father Ling finally closed his eyelids, his frowning brows stretched slightly, but he still couldn't relax, holding his wife's hand tightly, resting on his side, unwilling to put it down, and Mother Ling couldn't pull his hand away.

She couldn't bear it anymore and resolutely left the room.

She still blames herself, feeling that she really is not a qualified wife.

"After all, it's still my fault, I can't give you a baby...... yes, it's me who is useless, and you're probably tired of it after all these years......"

Father Ling's eyelashes, which were not so long, suddenly shook off the visible dust, but Mother Ling didn't notice it, gently, little by little, she broke Father Ling's fingers, and finally glanced at Father Ling, who seemed to be asleep, and quietly closed the door and left.

Father Ling was just tired, but he had to be a ninja, and he couldn't let Mother Ling find out that he wasn't asleep.

After so many years, they still have an estrangement, and they have worked hard for her for so many years, and they have worked hard to play the old husband and wife with him......

When Ling Yiqing returned to the room, she was naturally crying, and there were tears stuck to the corners of her eyes, and she wiped them with her hands, feeling that they were astringent and salty, and she couldn't touch them.

The computer, at this time, a cold machine without emotion, can bring her comfort, just like the small skylight in the room of her grandfather's house when she was a child, looking at it, as if she had it.

She decided to play the team competition, whether she lost or won, it was just a matter of going with her, and it didn't make much sense.

The computer screen is lit up with "Matching".

She wiped away her tears, saw the screen, and was stunned.

What a coincidence, your teammates: a promise!

And then there was just a blind sound echoing in my head......

Turning to another space, Yi Rui Hao, who finally stole the phone, was making a frenzied call......

Call her big cutie......

She really seems to have her father's head dissected to see if it's just her mother, not her daughter!

What kind of person, only allow herself to have pillow incense, and the beautiful woman lies on her side, but cuts off her "way of life" one by one, so that Valentine's Day is gone......

She first replied to many messages, kept posting love packets, swiping the screen, and blowing up her cuteness.

Am I still your only cutie?

Big cutie, you don't love me anymore!

I'm sorry, my dad went crazy yesterday......

It's me who is not good, I don't have the ability to steal my mobile phone and make black technology to send you a message......

I was really wrong, but you call back......

Big cutie, I miss you......

Let's talk......

Late Valentine's Day Wishes: Little cutie loves you, don't empathize with don't love!

Big cutie ......

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