She looked around, from the habit of the large shopping mall and the place full of supermarkets to the first time in such an original shopping mall. At the end of 1970s and the beginning of 1980s, the domestic market was still very backward. Even the things in the shopping mall were all in the same style and didn't have much appearance, but for people today, it was fashionable, It's fashion.

But here we have to abide by the rules of survival, too far ahead, it is not beauty, but death.

She twisted her face again. As a result, she could not help pursing her small lips. Her eyes, which were black to the bottom of her eyes, also cooled a little. It was like the fine wind in March. It was not warm, but cold.

Not far away, a man holding a two or three-year-old child, is carrying clothes, the little girl this do not, that do not, the man is still coaxing, and the woman seems to say something to the little girl, the little girl this is quiet up, and the man put the little girl on the counter, the woman took a pair of shoes for the little girl.

Sure enough, it was a warm family of three, except that the woman's face should not be so familiar, not so similar to her eyebrows and eyes.

What are you looking at? As like as two peas, Tang Zhinian put her big hand on her little face, and she looked at her daughter's eyes. It soon became the same as Tang Yuxin's expression.

He covered his daughter's eyes with his hand, and then picked her up with one hand.

His palm is warm, but it is very rough, Tang Yuxin's skin is a little painful.

At this time, sang Zhilan felt that she had two bad eyes. From time to time, she turned her head. As a result, when she saw Tang Zhinian and his daughter, her face changed. She was a little helpless, but the biggest thing was embarrassment.

"Mom, hold on."

Wei Jiani held out her little hand for her mother to hold, but sang Zhilan didn't hold her, so she cried.

They are both daughters, but when Tang Yuxin was less than one year old, he was raised by his father. He is also a daughter, which can be seen from the small details.

Sang Zhilan loves Wei Jiani. As for Tang Yuxin, in Sang Zhilan's heart, it may be someone else's daughter.

At this time, Tang Zhinian's eyes are like knives. He glares at sang Zhilan fiercely. Then he takes his bag and strides out. In his life, it's impossible for him to forgive sang Zhilan.

Just, suddenly, he stopped, as if he thought of something, his face also became more ugly.

"Yu Xin, how do you know that you have a little sister?"

Tang Zhinian asks his daughter. It seems that he was held in his arms by sang Zhilan just now and called for his mother. It seems that he also looks like sang Zhilan. He also remembers that sang Qilan went out when Yu Xin was a few months old and didn't come back for more than a year

Tang Yuxin also grabbed his clothes and knew that Tang Zhinian began to doubt.

She gently lowered her eyelashes, deliberately said, "mom said, clothes for my uncle's little sister, she said the little sister is very poor, no mother, but, Dad, where is my uncle's little sister?"

Tang Zhinian hugged his daughter a little. Far away, he said, "Xinxin, did you see your mother just now?"

Tang Yuxin shook his head. "I don't know. I don't remember my mother. My aunt just looked like my mother. But it's not my mother. My aunt has other children."

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