The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Yun Ci stood by the hospital bed, deliberately lowering his arm so that Nangong Mu could see the little guy in her arms completely.

Nangong Mu slowly and laboriously raised his arm that looked like a dead branch, and headed towards the little man in Yunci's arms.

His lips trembled lightly, and a dull and dull voice came from his breathing mask.

"Warm."

This is Nuan Nuan, his Nuan Nuan.

His old hand touched Jun Duo Nuan's soft little hand, cautiously, for fear of hurting her so fragile.

At this time, Jun Duonuan opened her small hand, as if in a certain response, she firmly grasped one of Nangongmu's fingers in her palm.

Nangongmu's muddy pupils shook, staring at the hands between him and Jun Duonuan, there seemed to be a thousand words in his eyes, with various emotions surging, but he couldn't even say a word.

He waited for fifty years, and the long years seemed to be far away. He spent one night after another, through spring and summer and autumn and winter, and finally waited for this meeting.

He remembered that Nuan Nuan made him grow old slowly and had to wait for her.

But it turns out... he is so old.

He still remembered that he promised her to grow up with her.

but…

The baby boy opened a pair of flickering eyes, staring at Nangong Mu on the hospital bed purely and without a trace. It was a bit strange and curious. She didn't know who he was, she was like a blank piece of paper. All the memories about them were washed away.

The palm of his hand still held his fingers tightly, without loosening it half a minute.

Nangong Mu looked at the little guy's swarthy eyes. Once upon a time, these eyes curled up in front of him, with the most joyful smile.

For fifty years, he did not dare to forget, not to forget.

But...

Nangong Mu's old voice slowly sounded.

"But... Nuannuan, I can't... elder with you anymore."

At this point, the last breath he dangled finally overflowed from the corner of his lips and turned into a sigh, and then closed his eyes, and there was no sound.

The fingers slipped from Jun Duonuan's palm and hung down heavily.

In an instant, the sirens sounded from the instruments used to detect life around.

The last sigh before he left contained many regrets and unwillingnesses.

He wanted to watch Nuan Nuan grow up, watch her babble, watch her toddlers, watch her enter the classroom, he would send her to school against Zhaoxia, and the wind would pick her up from get out of class in the evening, and he would sit with her Next to her desk, tutoring her homework will calm all her bad emotions when her rebellious period comes.

Then, after she graduated, she would hold her hand and say: "Nuan Nuan, marry me."

Leaving the ward, the old man looked at the child in Yunci's arms and shook his head with a wry smile: "It turns out that there really is such a girl as Jun Duonuan in this world."

Yun Ci is unclear, so: "What do you mean?"

The old man sighed as if nothing, and said: "Our old gentleman...never married a wife and had children in his entire life. When he was young, the elders above let him marry him with the daughter of the family and let him succeed the Nangong family, but he resisted to death. , Even forced by death.

He said that he was waiting for someone, a girl named Jun Duonuan. She once lived in Nangong's house, once fell in love with him, once put on a ring with him, and made a vow that she would come back one day.

However, in the entire Nangong family, no one knew this Miss Jun Duonuan. Even I did not remember that such a person appeared next to him. I even searched for it secretly, but found nothing. "