The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Wang Yuan also felt very unlucky. She just came to the military region hospital once, but she was able to meet Zhang Huamei.

It seems that you have to look at the Yellow calendar when you go out in the future.

But Zhang Huamei is right.

She didn't give up.

So every time I come back to Kyoto, I will come to the hospital to have a look.

The child was lost in this hospital. Maybe it can be found in this hospital.

Today, maybe others forgot, but how could she forget.

Today is the birthday of her poor daughter.

Today, 22 years ago, she gave birth to her only daughter with Qin Jingyun in this military hospital.

The death of her lover has been a great blow to her. If it weren't for the baby in her belly, maybe there would be no Wang Yuan standing here today.

However, she lost the child.

Wang yuanzeng Jin, who lost his child, suffered from severe depression and tried to commit suicide several times.

Later, he devoted himself to his work, left Kyoto and went abroad, and only then did he slow down.

Wang Yuan thought for a while, and tears came down.

Outside, she just wants to be strong, but every time she thinks of her daughter who just glanced at her, she can't help crying.

Especially just now, Zhang Huamei's expression and the slender daughter standing next to her deeply stimulated Wang Yuan.

If her daughter hadn't lost it, she should be that big now.

"This handkerchief is for you." Wang Yuan lowered her head and covered her mouth, crying in depression. Suddenly, she heard a hoarse voice behind her. She looked at it with red eyes and found it was a girl.

Moreover, the girl's eyes are red and swollen like her.

It seems that she should have seen no one here to hide and cry just now.

"Thank you." Wang Yuan took the handkerchief she handed over and looked at the girl again.

I don't know if she is dazzled, or if she is too stimulated today. Seeing that this girl is also a rabbit lip, I fantasize whether she is her own daughter.

She must miss her daughter too much.

Even looking at her, I feel a little familiar.

"You're welcome." Hao Lianlian smiled at her, then looked up at the sky, "look, the weather today is very good."

It's a sunny day.

Good weather can give people a good mood.

"Yes, the weather is fine." Wang Yuan wiped his tears.

Without asking each other why they were crying, they sat on the park bench and enjoyed the beautiful weather for a while.

"It passed so fast unconsciously." Wang Yuan recovered and smiled, "I'll wash the handkerchief and give it back to you. How can I give it back to you?"

"No, aunt." Hao Lianlian shook her head. "I'll wash it myself."

"How can this work?" Wang Yuan said with a smile, "are you working in the hospital or? I'll send it to you?"

"No, my grandpa is hospitalized here." Hao Lianlian shook her head. "Keep your handkerchief or not."

The lady was crying so sad just now that Hao Lianlian instinctively didn't want her to come here again.

Wang Yuan nodded, stood up and looked at the girl in front of him, "have we met somewhere?"

Just at the first glance, she looked familiar, and thought she was crying out of her eyes, but now her mood has calmed down for so long, and she still looked familiar.

As for who?

She really can't remember.

Have you met?

"No." Hao Lianlian shook her head with a smile. "I haven't seen you, but you look good."