Chapter Seventy-Two: The Past Past

"I have been an orphan since I was born, and because of my personality, I have been incompatible with the children around me since I was a child. ”

Qianqiao knew that Nangong Wenqing had never asked about the world, and had not explored the past of the original owner, so she was so bold to say her past affairs.

"Every time I see them come and have their parents pick them up, I wonder if I'm a bad boy, because I've heard that bad kids are loved by nobody. Until one day, I saw with my own eyes that a bad boy who always bullied others also had parents to pick him up... I learned that a person's quality has nothing to do with whether he has parents or not. ”

Qianqiao slowly told the past of her childhood in her previous life, and her thoughts drifted back to the past.

In her previous life, Qianqiao grew up in an orphanage, and this orphanage later served as a nursery school part-time because there were too few children, so many parents were too busy with work and left their children here.

This made Qianqiao, who had no parents since she was a child, envy those "outsiders" for the first time, and she clearly knew that she was different from them.

Later, a foreign child asked her why she didn't have parents to pick her up, and at that time, a little bully who liked to bully other children everywhere happened to pass by, so he answered that because Qianqiao had done bad things and offended the gods, the gods punished her for having no parents.

Qianqiao had a fight with Xiaobawang because of this, and in the end he was taken away by his parents crying, although Qianqiao won the fight, he felt that he had lost...

That's when she began to understand that a person's good or bad has nothing to do with other external factors.

External factors can be the icing on the cake or worse, but it is you who really decide whether you are good or bad.

Qianqiao has always grown up with this belief, so she did not grow crooked without being taught.

Thoughts returned, Qian Qian looked at the cold man in front of him and smiled slightly.

The gentle and bright smile actually made Nangong Wenqing a little distracted, there were too many thoughts in it that he didn't understand, which moved him to explore and unlock the unknown secrets hidden by this girl.

"Third uncle, I don't know what kind of person your mother is, but I think she must be a gentle and beautiful mother, because you have never seen your mother, you still grow into such an excellent man, they all say that son Xiao's mother, although the third uncle seems to be cold, but he is a gentle person, this is the gentleness that is integrated into the blood and bones, I think it must be inherited from my mother..."

Qian Qiao said, suddenly remembered the mother with a gentle smile, and I don't know if she and her father are also missing her in the spirit world?

“......”

Listening to Qianqiao's words as if talking to herself, Nangong Wenqing seemed to be able to see a gentle and beautiful woman from her words, he didn't know if it was his mother, but he thought that the woman must be a good mother.

Seeing that the third uncle was deep in thought, Qianqiao didn't bother, said goodnight to him softly, and went upstairs alone.

"Perhaps, I should go meet that person..."

In the empty restaurant, Nangong Wenqing whispered, and disappeared in place.

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In addition to a garden and a modern building complex, the Nangong family also has a continuous mountain range behind it, where there are several ancestors who are no longer alive, among which Nangong Jingyi cultivation is the highest, which is the peak of the late stage of the transformation of the gods.

Six hundred years ago, Nangong Jingyi turned into a god in the middle of his cultivation, but on the grounds of closing his death, he no longer asked the world, but in the past six hundred years, his cultivation had already reached its peak, but he didn't want to come out.

First, because the death of his wife hit him too hard, and secondly, he felt that he was ashamed of his youngest son, so it was more appropriate to say that he was escaping reality rather than retreating.