I still love you

In my mind, the firm voice of Xia Yuchen sounded again and again.

"Leng Jiting is my father and my mommy is Nian at the beginning of summer!"

Su Qingyun had a headache and patted her head. She didn't know what was going on. During this time, Xia Yuchen's words always sounded in her mind.

As if she cared about these words very much.

"Xia Yuchen, how could you be Leng Jiting's son? I have made it clear that you are the child who played outside four years ago in early summer. Leng Jiting only married Xia chunian a year ago. How could you be his child? "

Although she knew it was absolutely impossible, she didn't know how. It seemed that a voice had been asking her repeatedly at the bottom of her heart.

"Is it really impossible?"

Su Qingyun grabbed the bag on the tea table and looked at some of its short hair.

"Damn it, I want to see if you are Leng Jiting's son!"

Early the next morning, Xiao Wu came back with Xia Yuchen who didn't seem to have a good rest and wore two panda eyes.

"Xiaochen, you're back at last. Yesterday you went out to see the fruit and didn't come back all day, but we were worried. "

At the beginning of summer, Nian took the little guy off Xiaowu and didn't forget to thank him. "Xiaowu, thank you for taking care of Xiaochen yesterday."

"It's all right, madam. Don't be polite to me." Little five answered.

After Xia Yuchen came back, he didn't mention a word or send out a word in the face of Xia chunian's concern.

Just a person silently turned around and went back to his room.

Then, with a bang, the door was tightly closed.

Xia chunian and Liang Yuqiu are somewhat confused in the face of this situation.

"Nian'er, what happened to my good grandson?"

"Mom, I don't know."

Early Xia Nian knocked at the door for a long time, but he didn't get any response from the inside.

"Xiaochen, what's the matter with you? Are you in a bad mood? Or something unhappy happened? "

Xia Yuchen's small back leaned against the door. He sat on the ground and held his calf tightly with both hands.

A pitiful look, and her mind is full of what Su Qingyun said yesterday.

"Xia Yuchen, you are just a wild child whose father doesn't know who it is."

"If you hadn't dragged Xia chunian down, Xia chunian would still be the first lady, not Xia chunian with a bad reputation. If it weren't for you, Nian would not have been cheated by Xiao Aojing at the beginning of summer. She was so miserable. "

"What you bring to xiachunian is only endless shame and suffering. Do you think xiachunian has never hated you?"

"When Nian marries Leng Jiting at the beginning of summer, they will have their own children. At that time, you can only be an outcast like lenglingfeng. In the end, I got nothing. Property, fame and wealth, including the mommy you care about most. "

"As soon as they get married, you wait to be abandoned."

……

Xia Yuchen seemed so helpless for the first time. He didn't know what to do.

He seemed to be talking to himself, "what should I do? I don't want to be abandoned. I want to be with mommy all the time. I can't be an abandoned child, and I can't let mommy and uncle have children. Mommy is mine, it's mine. "

"Get married... Should mommy and uncle get married?"

He wanted to ask Xia shiting what he would do if it were him.

But no matter how he called, he couldn't call out Xia shiting.

In the final analysis, he is only a four-year-old child and doesn't understand anything.

Although they are much smarter and sensible than ordinary children, they inevitably don't know what kind of choice to make when they encounter such problems.

"Daddy, where the hell are you? Who the hell are you? Is it really a beggar? Are you really a tramp? "

Outside the door, the voice of early summer reading still sounded again and again: "Xiaochen, open the door, we are all worried about you. What do you want to say to Mommy? "

Suddenly, the closed door in front of me opened.

The little Xia Yuchen stood in place, his small head was always low, and he never raised it.

His two small fists clenched the corners of his clothes tightly, and his voice was as low as a mosquito.

"Mommy, where is my daddy?"

At the beginning of summer, I read a little meal. Then I squatted in front of the child and gently hugged him.

"Xiao Chen, haven't I told you? Your father went to work far away to earn money and support us... "

She can't tell the truth about children.

Only such lies can be used to convince children that he has a father and is a child of a complete family.

Xia Yuchen, who always lowered his head in front of him, slowly raised his big eyes full of tears. His red eyes were full of grievances.

"Mommy! You're still lying to me! In fact, even you don't know who daddy is, do you! What? I have daddy. Daddy works outside to earn money. He's lying to me! "

"Four years ago, it was an accident. Because of an accident, you had me."

The little guy retreated step by step. Such a cruel truth is too powerful for a four-year-old child.

"Mommy, you don't have me because you want me, but because you have me by accident. I don't even know who my daddy is. Maybe my father is a tramp or a beggar. It's possible, isn't it? "

Early Xia Nian's eyes widened in shock, and his hands trembled slightly.

She didn't seem to think how Xia Yuchen would know this.

"Xiaochen, you, you... Where did you hear all this?"

Xiaochen shouldn't know about it.

She has been hiding it for several years. How can he suddenly know it now?

"Sure enough, it's all true."

Xia Yuchen had a bitter smile on his mouth. He was indeed the product of an accident.

Children with catastrophic and drag.

It's just an unexpected product of Mommy's pain. It's not the crystallization of parents' love at all.

At the beginning of summer, Nian suppressed her inner emotions and tried her best to stabilize. Only then did she hold the child in front of her.

"Xiaochen, it's not what you think. I can explain to you. Listen to me, this was not the case at that time... Yes, I deliberately lied to you. "

Her eyes were also red. "That's because I'm afraid that the truth is too cruel and will hurt you. Xiaochen, you are my child. The last thing I want to see is that you are hurt."

The little guy took a step back and opened her hands on his small shoulders.

His voice sounded sad, as if he had been devastated and depressed.

"But Mommy, I'm still hurt, aren't I?"

These words, like a knife, pierced into the heart of Nian at the beginning of summer.

"Xiaochen, I..."