Deep love never ends

The little girl kept holding my hand, ran around for a few laps, ran back to me, raised her little face and looked at me, red and excited.

I took back my eyes from Aunt Qin and smiled at her.

Another person sitting on the sofa, that is, the little girl's father, looked into my eyes, as if with some exploration and contemplation.

But didn't say anything to stop the little girl from playing with me.

But I didn't take it lightly.

Even if I don't know the Qin family, as far as I know, those who can get up in the Qin family must not be vulgar.

Maybe I'm too careful. After all, this road is full of thorns. In the final analysis, I'm still afraid of death. I'm afraid I don't even know how to die if I'm not careful.

"Will my sister come to play with me next time?"

The little girl pulled my hand a few times. It was light. Her white teeth were exposed and smiled at me.

The sweat on her forehead wet her hair and stuck to her skin.

Full of youth and vitality.

I never thought I was old before, but when I saw this vitality, I realized how much vicissitudes my spirit was.

"Yes."

I trimmed her hair and said softly.

"Delicate, it's time to go home."

The man who kept silent finally spoke.

Although the figure is fat and out of shape, but the voice is still gentle, said softly.

Although the little girl was not very happy, she pouted and finally forced me to flirt with her before she was willing to leave.

The man, Qin Langjun's uncle, stopped beside me when he left. He looked at me, but soon left, holding the little girl in his arms and went out.

The appearance of fat and kind, at least from the appearance, is not threatening.

In the hall, only Qin Langjun's mother and I were left.

Think of what Lin Zhu once said to me to please my mother-in-law in advance, but now it seems that this situation, this kind of words are particularly funny.

I dropped my eyes and smiled at myself. The people on the sofa over there had got up.

The wrinkles in the corners of her eyes are deeper than before. Although her facial features are not very ugly, there are traces of years' silence after all. When she frowns, those wrinkles also get deeper, which makes her feel strong and compelling.

"You still won't take the initiative to go, won't you? Last time I came to your mother, it's true that like mother, like daughter. I underestimated you at the beginning."

She said.

After hearing this, I looked at her, "isn't it because you took the initiative to say that I was angry with the disease, and my mother came to see you?"

I said slowly.

Just stating a fact.

When I didn't know it, she directly blamed me for her illness. 'it happened that my mother knew about it and went to the ward to see me.

As she frowned deeper, I continued, "if my mother doesn't go according to your arrangement, doesn't the play have a chance to end?"

"What are you talking about?" she turned darker. "Who arranged it?"

The reaction doesn't look like fraud.

I stopped saying this and looked at her. What I saw from her face was boredom, but there was no guilt I thought.

After I asked my mother, I realized that she didn't take the initiative to find the hospital, but happened to hear someone say this. Then I thought of pushing the boat along the river, going to the hospital to be a favor, and by the way, see if I could get my brother out.

But I didn't expect it to be like this.

According to my thinking, I thought aunt Qin deliberately designed the illness, and then deliberately let someone disclose it to my mother, just to make a quarrel between me and Qin Langjun, and then speed up my departure.

But unexpectedly, she didn't know about it?

But my doubts still didn't dispel, but continued: "isn't it you? Push the disease on me and tell others that I'm the reason why I'm angry with you?"

I gradually.

The rejection on Aunt Qin's face was not covered up, and her hands were folded on her knees. Even if her face and youth were gone, her behavior was like a shadow, and she said coldly.

"What if it's me? I'm sick. It doesn't have anything to do with you. If you don't know what's good or bad and have to rely on it, I wouldn't be angry."

right enough.

"What about my mother? It's also the limelight you deliberately let out?"

I continued.

But this time, her face was no longer cold and threatening, but frowned at me, "I haven't counted you for your mother's inexplicable noise in my ward. Now you want to excuse her?"

In the latter words, she said in a hurry, and her tone was full of disgust and anger.

I didn't see the slightest sign of fraud.

Did I guess wrong?

She did it for me, but she wasn't the one who counted my mother in?

Who else could it be, so coincidentally, to pass the news back at such an 'appropriate' time.

Even better than the news I got.

"You don't think I brought your mother here?" aunt Qin said coldly. "It's too late for me to avoid you. What are you doing if I have nothing to provoke you? It's not necessary for me to reduce my value and deal with your family for no reason."

She spoke with a sense of contempt and pride. Rao's voice was not very heavy, but the meaning was very clear.

I believed that for seven or eight points.

From the beginning, I thought these coincidences were too strange, but I haven't found out. I just figured out where the point of violation is now.

According to Aunt Qin's character, she would never do such a circuitous and thankless thing. I'm afraid some of them have moved their hands and feet, and those who have moved their hands and feet are still familiar with these plans.

Otherwise, it would not be so clever to insert this ring.

I vaguely have the idea of a name in my heart. Except Xia Qinghe, I can't think of it for the time being. Who can have such an idea, but she should be treating her face now, and she shouldn't be here.

"I thought you asked someone to say it. Otherwise, according to my mother's character, how could I think of this."

I smiled and said.

But there was a chill in his back.

The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light. This feeling is uncomfortable.

Aunt Qin obviously didn't believe this. She still said with a sneer: "don't talk to me about this. It's better for you to discuss it directly with your mother, clarify what you want, and open up a deal. No one will lose anyone."

"Isn't that what your mother wants?"

The tone is extremely sarcastic, with enough ridicule.

The same contempt as sending away poor relatives.