Probably feeling the sad breath of the man, Lu Yanbai stood beside him quietly without saying a word.

Lu Shiyan was silent for a long time, and finally withdrew his eyes from the photo, "father, I brought the inkstone to see you. She is the daughter of me and Xiaolai."

Said, he slightly side of the eyes, waved to the little guy, "inkstone, come and say hello to my grandfather."

Lu Yanbai walked up to him, bowed deeply to the man on the tombstone, and introduced himself with a straight eye, "Hello, grandfather. My name is Yanbai. Don't worry. I'm no longer a three-year-old. I can take care of myself and my father. "

Listening to his daughter's words, Lu Shiyan had an impulse to cry.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Father, inkstone is very good and sensible. I will bring her up well."

After saying this, he pursed the corners of his lips, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and then he said, "and, father, I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry" is too thin, but apart from saying these three words, he doesn't know how to express his apology, guilt and regret.

Father Sorry

Please forgive me for being selfish Forgive me for my misjudgment

A thousand sorry Ten thousand sorry

But no matter how much I'm sorry, I can't make up for it. I can't change it.

His father died four years ago, on the operating table

Because Jiang Zongming was in a good mental state after being shot, he mistakenly thought that the bullet did not hit the key point.

However, who could have expected that after entering the operating room, Jiang Zongming's internal organs once bled.

Later, he lost too much blood, even the doctors were at a loss, and Jiang Zongming died.

In the dead of the night, Lu Shiyan reproached himself again and again.

Although she was in front of him every day, he did not have the courage to ask for her forgiveness.

Therefore, after she moved out of the lujiazhuang garden with a determined attitude, he just lived next door to her quietly and was kind to her silently, but he never appeared in front of her.

He knew that she would not forgive herself, and he had never forgiven himself.

If he can, he would rather bear all the pain, it is himself.

It's a pity that no matter how regretful he is, he will never be able to retrieve the dead

Maybe God wanted to punish him, so Jiang Yihan has not recovered since he fell into a coma four years ago.

Gu zhiting said that Jiang Yihan's body was seriously damaged in the kidnapping, and he was afraid that he would never wake up again.

He lost all consciousness except for the breathing machine to keep his heart beating.

He has become a living death more worrying than a vegetable.

…………

Lu Shiyan has been maintaining the posture of half kneeling in front of the tombstone without moving.

Lu Yanbai is a child in the end. After standing beside him for a while, he can't stand.

When she saw a butterfly flying around the tombstone, she ran after the butterfly.

Suddenly, the butterfly landed on the white chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone.

Lu Yanbai's big black eyes rolled around, relaxed his movements, and crept slowly towards the butterfly.

However, her hand has not touched the butterfly's wings, the butterfly seems to be aware of the arrival of danger, all of a sudden fly straight smell.

"Oh The little guy touched the seeds of his head and pursed his mouth in frustration. "It's just a little bit close to catching it..."

Her eyes inadvertently fell on the face of the man kneeling beside her. When she saw the transparent liquid rolling down from the corners of his eyes, Lu Yanbai was shocked to circle a pair of big eyes and exclaimed in an incredible voice, "Dad, how did you cry?"

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