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"A lot of people like you!" District less Chen for her confusion, and in order to let her have safety and gently squatted down, and she kept a head up, "so, you don't have to care too much."

Hearing his voice and seeing his face, Mu Jingcheng's anxiety was even less.

"But few of them will say goodbye to you before they leave." Sheng Zimo looks at her with complicated eyes. It's hard to hide the sadness on her face. Her eyes are deep, but she's the only one in it. "We're going to leave here soon, so If you can, give my mom a chance to talk to her, OK

Sheng Zimo's voice has some elements of request, but because of his height and coldness, it doesn't look so easy to approach.

After a pause, Mu Jing said, "OK Let's go

Although she didn't know what to talk with this woman, and how to talk with her, she just had such a request from others, and they also claimed to like her, so she couldn't find any reason to refuse and had to nod her head.

District Little Chen saw Mu Jing orange one eye, know now stop her too late, so had to let her go. -- tqr1

in the sun, Mu Jingcheng is sitting in a wheelchair, his face facing the direction of the sun, and he feels warm.

Next to her, Yao Haiyue was sitting on a bench, under a heavy down jacket, with a thin body and a haggard face.

However, her face in addition to haggard, pale, actually has been hanging a faint but some complex smile.

"In fact, I also live in this hospital..." Yao Haiyue's opening remarks are very real, because she really does not know where to start, let alone how to talk with her daughter, the only daughter.

Mu Jing orange turned to look at her, not surprised, but with doubts, "you don't look very good, what's the problem?"

Yao Haiyue turned his head and looked at his daughter's concern. He felt a pain in his heart. "It's nothing. It's good."

"Oh, that's good. Congratulations..." Mu Jing orange simply laughed, but he was thinking, when can he be good, when can he be discharged, when can he recover his freedom!

"What can I congratulate you on..." Yao Hai exhaled heavily, but there was no joy on her face. After looking up at the sky, she turned and looked at Mujing orange, "can I hold you?"

"Ah?" Mu Jingcheng was surprised.

Although she knew that Aunt Yao didn't mean any harm to herself, she couldn't feel the intimate feelings between them. Suddenly being asked to hug by a stranger, this feeling That's weird, isn't it?!

"You It's like my daughter! " Yao Haiyue saw Mu Jingcheng's vigilant eyes, embarrassed smile, but with a sad look on his face, "I miss her very much."

"Your daughter..."

"I have two daughters." Yao Haiyue's voice couldn't help choking, "the younger daughter committed suicide because of depression, the older daughter..." She deeply looked at Mu Jing orange, eyes slightly red, "she hates me!"

"Hate you?" Mu Jingcheng was surprised. Are there any children who hate their parents?

Although she has always hated her mother for leaving her behind since childhood, she knows that The feeling in my heart is not hate, but miss.

Excessive missing will produce a kind of resentment, which is all because of the love for that person, not the real hatred.

Therefore, she knows very well that as long as her mother appears, as long as she is willing to find herself, she will forgive her.

And this aunt Yao Could it be the same?

"Yes, hate me!" Yao Hai exhaled heavily and looked up at the sky. Otherwise, she was afraid that her tears would fall down. She didn't want to be so fragile in front of her daughter, and she didn't want to let her see her sad appearance, so she tried hard to endure, "she is a good child, and I But a failed mother. "

"In this world, there is no mother who fails, only..." Mujing orange pause, his mind came up with his mother's appearance, sour heart, "irresponsible mother!"

"Irresponsible?" Yao Haiyue looks at her.

"I There is no mother "In fact, I don't know where my mother has gone and whether she is still alive," she said

Hearing her daughter's words, Yao Haiyue's heart couldn't control the pain.

This is the first time she has talked about herself since she met Mu Jingcheng.

No matter before or after amnesia, she heard her feelings in her daughter's heart for the first time, and knew for the first time what kind of person she was in Mu Jingcheng's heart.

It turns out that She only put herself in an irresponsible position.

Instead of Murderer!

She will never forget the moment when she rushed to her daughter with a knife. Even in her dream, she will come back to the scene. Although she has regretted it so much, but What's the use of that?!It's one's own crime, one's life.

Although Mu Jingcheng is still alive and well, although she doesn't remember all that, in Yao Haiyue's heart, it is like a pair of shackles, and her heart is firmly imprisoned.

"Do you hate her?" Yao Haiyue sad looking at her, the heart was a little nervous.

Although I already know the answer, I am still looking forward to her answer.

Even hate, even resentment, as long as she answers, he will listen, and will remember, remember for a lifetime!

"No

Mu Jingcheng shook his head, but his eyes turned red.

"She is my mother after all. No matter what happened that year, no matter what she left me for, I am grateful to her for giving me life. My father said that my mother has difficulties, so I know that she will be like you Somewhere, think of me

With that, she turned to look at Yao Haiyue, "you say Is that right? "

Yao Haiyue's heart hurt a bit, then stretched out his hand, held her in his arms, tears in his eyes like the flood burst out.

Mu Jing orange was startled by this sudden action. His whole body was half rigid and was held by Yao Haiyue. He didn't know whether he should respond to her embrace or refuse.

However, to Mu Jingcheng's surprise, she didn't exclude Yao Haiyue's approach from the bottom of her heart. She even had a kind of heartfelt desire to embrace her.

This kind of desire is not like the excitement and sureness that Qu Shaochen felt when he hugged himself, but with a kind of Deep maternal love, there is a very familiar, but strange feeling, let her whole person become quiet.

That kind of quietness is like a child in the arms of a mother Serenity, serenity.