Chapter 591: Torn Wedding Dress 4

He looked at her blankly.

"I've boiled your favorite porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, and I'll bring it to you right away...... By the way, I'll wash you up first, so it will be a little more comfortable......"

Hot towel comes up with a refreshing mouthwash...... She wiped his face and hands, let him rinse his mouth, and although her tone was a little complaining, it was extremely intimate, "Don't drink so much in the future." Drinking hurts my body, and it's hard to get drunk ......"

He accepted her tender service in a daze, his soft hand brushing his face. As she took the towel away, he grabbed the hand. Awakened, last night's Yiqiē suddenly came back: Big brother, Xiaobai, that terrible past...... And the fist that hurts faintly.

She laughed, her voice extremely gentle: "What's the matter, Xiaodong?"

"Wheat......" he swallowed, and after a few moments he said, "what time is it?"

"Heh, it's almost four o'clock in the afternoon......"

It was four o'clock in the afternoon? He looked out the window at the bloody sun, which looked extremely lonely and cold in winter. couldn't help but tighten up, firmly grasped the opposite hand, and said casually, "You didn't go to work?"

"I took a day off, tomorrow is the weekend, and I can accompany you for two days......" her face showed a hint of apology, "Xiaodong, I have never been with you well these days...... Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, whatever you want to do, I will listen to your arrangement......"

There was a warmth in his heart, but his heart ached violently.

She gently shook his hand, "Are you feeling better?"

He also held her hand tightly, and his eyes swept over the warm room: the windows were bright and clean, a table of vases, a pot of water and bamboo was full of life, and his washed and dried coat and shirt were neatly hung on the hanger.

It was a home, the feeling of home he had dreamed of for so many years.

Her hand gently caressed his, and she saw that the slight redness and swelling on it had not gone away. "Xiaodong, have you encountered something unhappy?

He didn't answer, couldn't answer, just closed his eyes slightly.

Last night's scenes came to my heart with a strong headache: Big Brother, Qiao Mai, Xiaobai, Qiao Dalin, Jiang and his party...... The faces of my parents that I can't remember for a long time......

My father died so miserably, and my mother died so miserably...... But when they died, he was too young to grieve.

Because of his weak memory, his hatred is far less than that of his eldest brother...... He didn't even know anything about Qiao Dalin.

At this time, I realized that the eldest brother had all kinds of love and pity for him in the past - he alone took on that unforgettable hatred, and did not let his younger brother bear such terrible pressure since he was a child - was it because the scene of his mother going crazy made the eldest brother tremble and did not want his younger brother to empathize?

I didn't hurt, so I didn't hate.

I don't hate the heinous Qiao Dalin -- wheat, how can you tell me to hate you?

He was silent, so she didn't ask any more, but said softly: "Xiaodong, you have to eat something first." ”

The footsteps slowly left, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Qiao Mai's back, and a silent smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: Everyone says that the hatred of killing !! father and mother is not the same as Dai Tianmai, it stands to reason that I should also hate you, but why don't I hate you at all? Why?