Ye Weilan took Tang Guancong's arm and slowly stepped forward.

Looking at the little person sitting on the bench, the little person in her memory, stunned, made her feel so distressed that she couldn't breathe, and felt a coldness spread from her chest to her limbs, making her limbs weak.

Struggling to control her limbs, she staggered slightly to the bench and squatted down.

Her eyes were soaked with tears, and her voice trembled and she screamed.

"Little ~ Little ~ Butterfly, Mom ~ Mom has found you."

"Mom."

The little butterfly slid down from the chair, stood in front of Ye Weilan, and screamed, her voice was as soft as ever, but she trembled slightly, with a little crying, mixed with countless grievances.

"Little baby, mom~mom~ finally found you, found you......" Ye Weilan hugged her daughter in her arms, crying bitterly, and her whole body couldn't stop trembling with sadness.

And the little butterfly couldn't hold back any longer, and while crying, she choked and shouted again.

"Mom~Mom~"

Tang Xuan held back tears and squatted down beside the two.

Looking at his daughter's crying little face, his heart was like a knife, and he reached out to caress her cheek and help her wipe her tears.

"Little butterfly, don't cry......"

"Dad......" Seeing Tang Guancong, the little butterfly choked and screamed.

"Daddy is here, Daddy is in ......"

Looking at the well-behaved daughter in front of him, Tang Zhou felt that his heart was as broken as glass.

"I'm sorry, baby, it's my mom who didn't take care of you, it's all my fault......"

Holding the little butterfly Ye Weilan choked, his spirit was a little trance.

She didn't expect to see her daughter again.

"Mom, it's me who didn't behave, I shouldn't have gone out alone, I'm sorry, I was wrong......" Little Butterfly said with tears in her eyes.

"My little girl, Mommy, Mommy...... Woohoo......"

Ye Weilan sat on the ground completely regardless of her image, only feeling that this was the best gift from God to her, but she failed to keep her, and her heart was full of chagrin and remorse.

"Don't cry, don't cry, little butterfly, let's go home, let's go home......"

Tang Zhou held back her tears and kept comforting her daughter, the little butterfly was almost out of breath when she cried, choked, and her body trembled slightly.

A family of three, first sat on the ground and cried bitterly, and finally sat on the bench and hugged the little butterfly in the middle, as for Song Ci and the others, they didn't know when they had left.

"Little butterfly, you need to know something."

Tang Xuan lowered his head and stroked his daughter's hair, his voice was extremely gentle.

"Huh?" The little butterfly lowered its head and let out a low sound.

"You will always be your mom and dad's favorite child." Tang Xuan said gently.

The little butterfly raised her head when she heard this, looked up at Tang Guancong, her little face was full of tears, and the sun was shining on her little face, like a little angel who had fallen into the world and been wronged.

Tang Zhou put his hand on her cheek with some distress and gently wiped it for her.

"I love mom and dad the most, too." The little butterfly whispered.

Then he opened his arms and asked his father to hug him.

Tang Zhou rose a warm current from the bottom of his heart, and without the slightest hesitation, he hugged the little butterfly in his arms.

He remembered when she was born, when the nurse took her out of the delivery room and congratulated him with a smile.

"Mr. Tang, congratulations, you're a little princess."

He happily took her from the nurse's hand.

Looking at the little guy in swaddling clothes, fleshy, red-skinned, and unable to open his eyes, he felt his heart melt, and at this moment, he finally understood what it was like to be a father.

A person who does not have children will never experience this indescribable feeling, which is a love, a responsibility, and he has a feeling of tears.

The moment he hugged the little man into his arms, the corners of the little flesh's mouth turned up slightly, as if revealing a smile.

The nurses next to her were surprised and said, "The little girl seems to like her father very much, and she likes her father's hug." ”

At that moment, he felt like the happiest man in the world.

Since then, he hugged her almost every day, unwilling to leave his side for a moment, and when he didn't see her for a moment, it was like losing his soul, as long as he could see the fleshy villain every day, his mood was happy all day, so that his wife Ye Weilan was a little jealous.

However, since when has he never hugged her much? Whether it was from the first time she learned her father, or from the first time she learned to walk, he can't remember the specifics, but he knows that there was a time when he was busy with work and completely left her to his wife to take care of, and then his wife abandoned her to the old man at home......

People always regret losing it.

This time, he never let go and didn't let her fly away.

"Dad, don't you wait for Sister Little Butterfly?" Nuan Nuan raised her head and asked Song Ci.

"Don't wait, little butterfly is with her parents."

"Oh, then she won't be able to eat a good roast duck." Nuan Nuan is quite regrettable.

Then, without waiting for Song Ci to speak, she said to herself: "But it doesn't matter, being with my parents is the happiest thing." ”

"Hehe, Sister Nuan Nuan is right, I'm so happy with my parents, my dad made me a lot of delicious food yesterday." Vegetable dumplings said happily.

"Delicious, what's delicious?"

Hearing the delicious food, Nuan Nuan became energetic, broke free from Song Ci's hand, and came to the side of the vegetable dumplings.

When Xiao Ma Yuan heard this, she seemed to remember something, she looked left and right, Da Mei and Ma Chubby were not there, okay, then it's okay, she let go of Yun Chuyao's hand, ran forward, and stuffed her little palm into Song Ci's big hand.

Song Ci looked down at her, and Xiao Mayuan was also looking at him with his neck up.

The stunned eyes showed a smile after a few seconds, and even the eyes seemed to be smiling.

Song Ci clenched the small hand in his palm and dragged her to his side.

Millet grains hugged their arms on the side, expressing their disdain for this, it was enough for her to have a mother.

After eating the warm roast duck at noon, Song Ci sent them back.

Although the children are energetic, they should not play too much, which will put a burden on the body, just in time for them to rest at home in the afternoon.

Then he returned to Taoyuan Village with millet grains.

However, they did not stay long in Taoyuan Village, and soon came to a vegetable market.

Because it was afternoon, there were few pedestrians in the vegetable market, and even the street vendors were sparsely populated.

There is an unpleasant smell in the air, and even if the market is ventilated from all sides, it is still difficult to disperse.

The stall owners all held their hands and hid behind their stalls with their necks bent.

And Song Ci pulled the millet grains and went straight to a stall selling condiments.

The stall owner was a stocky woman wrapped in a headscarf, staring blankly at the front of the stall, without the slightest focus, like a wooden sculpture.

And beside her sat a little boy, who was lying on her lap, sleeping soundly.

Then he seemed to feel something, opened his eyes, and looked at Song Ci and millet grains that came together.

And this little boy is the youngest victim in the throat cutting case.