After all, Ruan Siyu's personality and temperament are really far from Mrs. Yu.

Mrs. Yu recognized her, it's really hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.

"I've seen you on TV."

Jingwei's eyes were slightly red and tearful, but a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, it's so good, in this life, I met Mrs. Yu so early.

Mrs. Yu couldn't help laughing: "You were still very young at that time. ”

She has been at least eight years and has not been invited or performed.

Jing nodded slightly: "Yes, but I have a deep memory, I always remember the "Peony Pavilion" you sang, I listened to you sing at that time, and cried into tears......

Mrs. Yu glanced at Political Commissar Yu a little shyly, and Political Commissar Yu was also looking at his wife gently, and Mrs. Yu couldn't help but blush: "Not now, the basic skills have been lost......

Jingwei's eyes couldn't help but glow with admiration: "I admired you very much back then, and I also want to be like you...... I really didn't expect to meet you today. ”

"Are you here to ask for a signature?" Mrs. Yu asked with concern, seeing a little girl of such an age, she would always think of her daughter, and she was inexplicably kind.

Jing Wei nodded slightly: "I'm here to pray for my family, and the little master said that the sign here is very spiritual, so let's give it a try." ”

Mrs. Yu hurriedly asked the little master to come over with a sticker: "You can also shake one, and we will go to the master master to solve it later." ”

Jing obediently took the lottery holder, also knelt down on the futon, and closed his eyes reverently.

Mrs. Yu looked at the quiet and demure back, and couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

The daughter she imagined was like this, demure, gentle, and had a soft heart.

It's just that her beauty has become like this now.

The bamboo skewer was shaken off the skewer, and he opened his eyes slightly, reaching out to pick up the bamboo skewer.

Mrs. Yu stepped forward and held her hand: "Let's go, child, let's go to the master together." ”

Jingwei's fingers were covered by the warm palm, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Mrs. Yu's kind and gentle face, and her heart was sore and uncomfortable, and it hurt for a while.

I envy Yu Fanghua and Ruan Siyu, they have such a good mother.

Since she was a child, she didn't envy anything, except those children who were tired of being held in her mother's arms.

Because that's what she'll never get.

Since she was born, Tian Xiaofen has almost never hugged her, how should a mother be disgusted with her own child, so she won't even hug her.

The soft hand suddenly fell on her hair and rubbed it gently, followed by Mrs. Yu's soft voice: "You child, at such a young age, why do you look so preoccupied?" ”

For a moment, Jing Wei's heart was filled with an impulse that surprised her - when Mrs. Yu's hand fell on the top of her hair, she almost couldn't resist the urge to throw herself into her arms and hug her and cry.

Jing shook her head slightly, and the choked voice was forcibly suppressed: "No, just look at Madame, you describe it amiably, I can't help but think of myself......"

Mrs. Yu asked softly, "What's the matter, isn't your mother treating you well enough?" ”

Jing lowered her head slightly, tears rolled down, she was no longer fragile, and she cried at every turn, but for some reason, in the face of such Mrs. Yu, she was like a child who was wronged and wanted to throw herself into her mother's arms, and she couldn't help it.

The nose was gagged, and there was a thick nasal voice in the voice: "My mother hates me very much, she has never hugged me since she was a child......"

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