After turning a few pages, Zheng Xiaomeng found that this notebook about life and death was written by his father, starting from the day she was born, although she did not write every day, but there were important days about her, and her father wrote all day long.

Dad is a medical genius, but his writing is average, without flowery rhetoric, but every word and sentence reveals his strong love for his daughter and her little princess.

It turned out that it was her who was born when Dad spoke.

Looking at it, Zheng Xiaomeng's eyes moistened.

When she was a child, she always complained about why her father didn't let her go out, complained that he forced her to study medicine, forced her to carry this and that, and forced her to dissect the body soaked white by formalin.

In her impression, her father was just a short, fat, stern old man who couldn't smile, and never said "I love you" except to correct her mistakes every day. ”

She used to be very envious of the daughters on TV, and on the weekends, her father would take them everywhere to play, to travel, to the zoo, to the playground, but she didn't have a single one.

I even suspected that she was not my parents' biological child.

It wasn't until this moment that she knew how much her father loved her.

Seeing this, Zheng Xiaomeng shrank into Lu Muqing's arms and cried.

Crying while watching, crying while watching.

Lu Muqing did not comfort her, but was only responsible for being by her side and wiping away her tears.

After a long time, Zheng Xiaomeng cried and asked Lu Muqing, "Why does Dad love me so much, but he doesn't say anything and doesn't tell me, and he locks me in the villa and never lets me go out." ”

Lu Muqing stroked the soft hair on the top of her head and said, "Because your father's favorite person is you, that's why he will do this." You turn to page 366. From there, you may understand why your dad did what he did. ”

After listening to Lu Muqing's words, Zheng Xiaomeng quickly turned the book to page 366.

Year, weather, heavy snowfall.

Today is the annual Christmas Eve, my wife and Meng Meng have been busy for a day, and have prepared a table full of delicious food for me, just to be able to spend a happy Christmas Eve together, but after I got home, when I saw Meng Meng rushing towards me and throwing herself into my arms, I pushed Meng Meng away and pushed her to the ground, at that moment, Meng Meng cried, crying and asked: "Dad, why do you push Meng Meng, do you not like Meng Meng anymore." ”

Looking at Meng Meng, who broke her hand, I didn't say anything, and left after coldly saying "Don't touch me". I could even hear her crying after I locked myself in the lab.

I'm sorry, Mengmeng, it's not that Dad doesn't like you, but Dad is poisoned, this is a new type of poison, and Dad doesn't know if it will reach you through the skin, so Dad has to push you away ruthlessly.

I'm sorry, Mengmeng, Dad has too much hatred on his back, and he is destined to fail you in this life.

After reading this page, Zheng Xiaomeng sat up violently, and instantly held back her tears, "Poisoned? Dad was poisoned? Who poisoned him, what kind of hatred did he carry, and why did he never say it? Lu Muqing, I won't watch it, I know you must know everything about Dad, please, tell me. ”

Zheng Xiaomeng put down the diary, grabbed Lu Muqing's hand suddenly, and her eyes were full of desires, "Lu Muqing, tell me." ”

The ghost blows the lamp