Song Rencomb married Wen Qisheng twenty years ago, and the two fell in love when they were teenagers, but later because of various mistakes, the two separated. After another ten years, they met again, and they were immersed in love again. In the eyes of all the relatives, their feelings were earth-moving, so the two of them also received the blessing of the whole family.

The two were together until they were thirty years old, they loved you and me, they wanted to have a child immediately after marriage, but it wasn't until four years later that they had Wen Jiajia, a baby daughter.

Because of these reasons, they poured too much love into Wen Jiajia, and even often made Wen Jiajia unbearable.

Wen Jiajia is not only able to rank among the best in cultural classes, but also has a talent for violin. When she was twelve years old, she played a difficult song, which amazed all her relatives, this girl had such ability, and Song Rencomb showed her precious daughter's report card and the certificate of the first prize in the mathematics competition to her relatives, which caused a riot.

"Look at your children, how can they be so good?"

"It's the same child of the Wen family, alas, your children are really working hard."

"Our children can't compare, no, no, I can't show you our children's report cards."

Wen Jiajia is a shy person by nature, whenever she hears these compliments, Wen Jiajia can't raise her head nervously, usually hiding behind her mother with a red face, or standing behind the door with her head down. She said in her heart: Mom, stop talking about it, I can't stand it anymore.

However, Song Rencomb didn't care about her daughter's true mood at all, she only cared about showing off her baby daughter, and continued to pass on the photos of Wen Jiajia's various awards and performances to her relatives. At such times, Wen Qisheng usually pulled Song Rencomb's sleeve and signaled her not to be so complacent, but Song Rencomb didn't think so and continued to show off.

In order to prevent Wen Jiajia from delaying her studies and violin practice because of her early love, Song Rencomb even deliberately dressed her up in an inconspicuous or even unsightly appearance. This made Wen Jiajia think that she was a bad-looking girl, and even when she was praised for her beauty after the violin competition, she thought that others were deliberately saying words of praise.

In Wen Jiajia's third year of junior high school, she was admitted to one of the most powerful high schools in Tianhai City-Tianhai No. 1 Middle School. This was within Song Rencomb's expectations, so she was not too excited about it, she was looking forward to her daughter being admitted to the violin major of Tianhai University all the way, and then becoming an excellent violinist all the way and marrying a wishful man. I'm afraid that at this time, Song Rencomb will breathe a sigh of relief and start thinking about his life.

Of course, she never noticed that the pressure in Wen Jiajia's heart had increased day by day.

Wen Jiajia was about to enter the summer vacation of high school, she suddenly disappeared for a night, until then, Wen Jiajia had some changes, such as suddenly not being able to play the violin, even more desperate and inflexible, suddenly very virgin, rather sacrificing herself than fulfilling a stranger, Song Rencomb realized that he may have been too strict with his daughter in the past.

It's just that she thought it was her own reason, but in fact, the real situation was that in that period of more than a year, Wen Jiajia was replaced by Roccott.

I still remember that night, Song Rencomb checked whether Wen Jiajia was asleep according to the custom. I thought that Wen Jiajia was falling asleep sweetly, but who knows, she is not in bed at all.

That night, the lightning outside the window kept cutting through the sky, and the thunder was deafening. Countless terrible thoughts skimmed through her mind, daughter or

Xu was kidnapped by the bad guys, maybe because of some injury, he ran away from home, crying and screaming for his mother in the middle of the night...... You may encounter bad people on the road, and you may fall into the gutter...... She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Hurriedly woke up her husband, and the two went out to look for it overnight.

Song Rencomu even called his sister and waited for Wen Jiajia's return at home. All night, the couple didn't find any information about their daughter, and even thought that umbrellas and raincoats were in the way, so they wore short-sleeved shorts and slippers directly, and shouted Wen Jiajia's name on a rainy night.

By seven o'clock, they were soaking wet and shivering wildly, and the cold and fear were making their teeth almost closed. Fortunately, at this time, my sister called.

"Sister, Jiajia is back!"

"Really? How did she get back? How is she now, is she wet? ”

"Strange to say, I just went to the toilet, and when I returned to Jiajia's bedroom, I found her lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, as if nothing had happened."

"Okay, let's go back."

Enduring the cold feeling of being soaked all over their bodies and stepping on the rain, the couple went home, tiptoed into Wen Jiajia's bedroom, and finally breathed a sigh of relief to see her sleeping sweetly. Although the three of them were very confused, this relaxed mood far covered up the doubtful mood.

On this day, Wen Jiajia slept until one o'clock in the afternoon. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, strolled around the house, and the moment she collided with Song Rencomb's eyes, Song Rencomb obviously felt that this child didn't know herself.

She walked over with a towel, smiled gently, and gently wiped the child's forehead: "Jiajia, did you cover the Xia Liang quilt too tightly again?" ”

The girl opposite stood blankly, letting her wipe the sweat from her forehead, her eyes motionless but slightly frightened looking at her.

Song Rencomb couldn't help but get nervous, hugging the shoulders of the girl opposite: "Jiajia, what's wrong with you?" Is there anything uncomfortable? ”

The girl stepped back a little frightened and opened her mouth slightly: "Who are you?" Where am I now? ”

Song Rencomu suddenly realized that something was not quite right: "I'm my mother, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Mom? Mom...... I don't remember anything. ”

Seeing the girl's helpless and anxious appearance, Song Rencomb hugged her distressedly: "It's okay, child, there is a mother here." She kept patting the girl's back, rubbing it from time to time, and the girl slowly calmed down.

She gently soothed in a childish voice: "Mom, don't be afraid, I must have temporarily lost my memory, everything will be fine." ”

Song Rencomb thought to himself: It's okay if the child is fine, it's okay if it's okay...... She also took the child to the hospital, but the doctor found that the child was fine.

She forgot about it and continued to live peacefully with her family.

But the time she really realized the seriousness of the problem was when the child suddenly couldn't play the violin.

She stood aside angrily, her hands in front of her chest, panting heavily. The violin was thrown to the ground, and the corners were scratched and worn.

The girl stood there aggrieved, with her hands behind her back.

"Didn't you win the first prize before? Look at the awards on this wall! It's all yours! Why won't it be pulled now? ”

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"What's the use of being sorry? You've got to pick up the technology of the past! You today

Just stay here for me, think about it, remember how the violin should be played. ”

Of course, Song Rencomb didn't know that the child she was raising now was not Wen Jiajia, but Luo Keer from a parallel world, and Luo Keer couldn't play the violin at all.

The girl squatted on the ground aggrievedly and cried, and Song Rencomb left angrily. When I got home with my husband in the evening, I found the child still squatting on the ground, staring at the violin on the table in a daze, motionless.

Song Rencomb realized that something was wrong, and quickly helped the child up, and the child's legs were already numb. She asked angrily, "How long have you been squatting?" ”

Half-hour. The girl cried out sadly and aggrievedly, and her voice was distressing.

Song Rencomb couldn't help but hug her daughter and patted her gently: "Good daughter, don't practice, we won't practice." ”

The girl lay on her mother's shoulder and continued to cry quietly, causing the couple to feel sad.

Although they are suspicious of their daughter's strange and abnormal behavior, they don't want to force their daughter to learn too much.

lived so simply and happily for a while, but her daughter disappeared again, and this disappearance was a few months. The couple was about to collapse, but life had to go on, they simply put everything down temporarily, Wen Qisheng applied to the company for a business trip, and Song Rencomb also went with him.

On the train, Song Rencomu received a call from his seventy-year-old mother: "Rencomb, can you bear to escape like this?" ”

Song Rencomb couldn't cry anymore: "Mom, what else can I do, Jiajia really can't find it, we can't do it." Maybe after a while, she will suddenly appear like last time. ”

"Okay, you can be so ruthless as a mother, then don't blame me for ruthlessly denying you as a daughter." The old mother hung up angrily.

Song Ren wanted to cry without tears, gently leaned on her husband's shoulder, and looked out the window blankly, looking thoughtful, but her brain was blank. At this moment, she doesn't know anything, and she doesn't want to think about anything, because in the days she has been looking for Wen Jiajia, she has dried up her tears and exhausted her mind. At the moment, she was just hoping for a miracle.

Sure enough, a few months later, Wen Jiajia reappeared. This time, she not only has the same personality as before, but also has more advanced violin skills.

Song Renshu and Wen Qisheng were very happy. They felt that their daughter had returned to normal, even if she had been missing for a while. It's just that at this time, the daughter's personality is a little more angry, and her eyes are often full of hatred, which makes people feel a little scary.

The couple would also be worried, and from time to time they tentatively asked their daughter what had happened in the past few months. But the daughter didn't say anything, just shook her head, and went back to the house to do her homework or practice the violin.

Song Rencomb didn't know that the reason why Wen Jiajia was reluctant to tell the truth at this time was firstly because these secrets could not be known to them, and secondly, he was afraid that they would be worried, after all, his body was now relying on Lord Dongtian to continue his life with mana, and if Lord Dongtian repented, then he would really die at any time.

Yesterday, my daughter brought back two classmates, a boy and a girl. Song Rencomb has always felt that the female classmate wearing the mask looks very familiar, not only the lower part of the figure and face, but also the temperament that makes her feel kind.

Early in the morning, her daughter Wen Jiajia went out, she didn't ask, after watching her daughter go out, she tiptoed into her daughter's bedroom, only to find that the door was locked.

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