The long, cold night passed silently.

The first light of the morning shines into the thatched hut, and you can see the fine dust jumping in the air.

Cheng Zhongqian's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a broken "home" that could not be broken again.

Cheng Zhongqian: "......"

He still has an impression of yesterday's events, but his brain can't turn around, but now it's much better, and the belated disgust also comes to his heart.

His throat was itchy for a while, and he coughed uncontrollably twice, and Cheng Yun, who was sleeping on the other end of the wooden bed, immediately woke up and pushed Cheng Yi's leg that was on top of him.

"Dad, are you better?" Cheng Yun's voice was slightly hoarse, and he was still confused.

Afraid that his father would burn more at night, he didn't dare to close his eyes all night, so he lay down and squinted for a while in the early morning.

Cheng Zhongqian nodded, raised his hand to touch his throat, but found that he was holding a small black stone in his hand.

He frowned: "What is this?" "The voice is hoarse and rough, the sequelae of wind chill.

Recalling last night's scene, Cheng Yun smiled softly: "Lingbao gave it to you, saying that I want to bless you to get better soon." It seems to be really useful, Dad, you're really fine. ”

Nonsense.

Cheng Zhongqian disliked shaking his hand, because his strength was not too well controlled, and he accidentally made it bigger, and the black stone that should have been thrown to the pillow fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Daddy!"

Cheng Yun was startled and quickly picked it up, but fortunately it was not broken, otherwise she wouldn't know how to explain to Lingbao.

"Dad, be careful, what if you break it?"

Cheng Zhongqian didn't mean it, but he couldn't admit it, and thought with boredom, isn't it just a broken stone.

So he put on a "annoyed" expression, looking like he was going to explode at any time.

Alas, my father's temper is really getting worse and worse.

I miss my father.

Cheng Yun sighed in his heart, then got up to boil water.

Pushing open the door, I saw a thin figure in the yard, holding a broom bigger than himself, humming and clearing the snow and clearing a way in front of the door.

It's Lingbao.

I don't know how long I've been busy, but the tip of my small nose is full of beads of sweat.

"Big brother, you're awake!"

Lingbao cleverly found Cheng Yun, dropped the broom and threw himself on him, his red face was filled with the purest joy.

It seems that as long as you can see him, it is already the happiest thing in the world.

Cheng Yun rubbed her head, Lingbao squinted slightly, like a kitten that had been teased, the palm of the big brother was so comfortable.

I wish my big brother could rub it every day.

"Tired or not? In the future, just let the brothers come to this kind of thing. Cheng Yun wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose.

"Don't be tired, Lingbao can!"

She desperately wanted to prove that she could do a lot of things, and she didn't want to be a drag bottle, she didn't want to be thrown away.

Cheng Yun walked into the kitchen, only to find that the hot water had already been boiled.

Who did it, it goes without saying.

How much did the little girl do in the morning?

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Cheng Zhongqian raised his head shyly.

Lingbao hid behind Cheng Yun, only revealing a small head, probing his brain, and looking at his father cautiously.

Will Daddy like her?

Daddy's half-open eyes looked at her.

Ling Bao held his breath, his round eyes blinked nervously, Daddy......

In the next second, Daddy looked away without emotion.

Lingbao ...... Ling Bao pursed his lips in disappointment.

Doesn't Daddy like her? But she likes her father so much.

When Cheng Zhongqian drank water, Lingbao was on the side to cheer himself up.

Don't be sad, don't be sad, Daddy is just not familiar with her, and he will definitely like her in the future, that's what he said in his dreams!

For the dream of helping him find his father and brother, Lingbao has 120,000 trust.

She moved over in small steps, put her little hands on the side of the bed, and asked earnestly, "Daddy, are you better?" ”

Cheng Zhongqian didn't pay much attention to her.

Yesterday she was in a semi-comatose state all the time, and she just glanced at it, but she hid behind Cheng Yun and didn't dress up, thinking it was a boy.

As soon as it opens, it is soft and glutinous, clear and sweet.

Girl?

Cheng Zhongqian's eyes changed suddenly, and his hoarse voice even had a hint of sharpness: "Where is the little girl?" ”

It's like remembering something terrible.

Cheng Yi, who was woken up, yawned and said, "Yesterday, my eldest brother picked it up, Dad, didn't you see it too?" ”

It reveals a little bit of "forget it so quickly, look at your memory".

Cheng Zhongqian, who lost money, didn't bother with this stupid child.

He just said coldly, "Throw it out." Throw it back from where it came from! ”

Lingbao's whole doll is stupid.

She hugged Cheng Yun's thighs tremblingly, and tears fell down her eyes.

Daddy hates her, why?

Cheng Yun hurriedly squatted down and hugged her, stroked Lingbao's back with his palm, and whispered to comfort her not to be afraid.

"Dad, she's alone, and she won't be able to live if she throws it out."

Cheng Zhongqian said indifferently: "That's also her life, it has nothing to do with you." ”

Cheng Yun said: "But she met me. ”

It's her life, too, isn't it?

Cheng Zhong panted heavily, pointed at him and asked, "You, have you made up your mind to fight against me?" ”

Cheng Yun hurriedly shook his head, he was not unfilial.

"But Dad, it's too cold outside, it's cold winter, throw her out now, she will freeze to death."

Cheng Yun looked at the little girl snuggled next to him, he couldn't kill her.

"Big Brother ......"

Lingbao was closer, and only the big brother could make her feel at ease.

Cheng Yun added another yard: "Moreover, Dad, the porridge you ate yesterday was still made by Lingbao." ”

His father has the advantage of not liking favors.

A bowl of porridge is also a favor.

Sure enough, Cheng Zhongqian's expression froze, and he glared at his eldest son a little shortly, but he didn't speak again.

Cheng Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

Because when his father thinks that after the favor of this bowl of porridge is over, he will still drive Lingbao away.

After all, he hasn't seen children since that incident.

Before it happens next time, Cheng Yun has to think about any way to convince his father to keep Lingbao.