But Han Qing didn't feel sorry for her father.
Instead, he blamed himself more, because his father might not have died if it hadn't been for him.
But things have happened, there is no if, there is no way back.
So he took on the responsibility of looking for his sister. After he found her, he was naturally good to her. He should do his duty as a brother. He gave her all the love of brother to sister, father to sister and mother to sister.
Hearing this, Xiaoyan was also very sad in addition to shock. She didn't expect that there was such a tortuous story.
What makes her sad is that she can't control her feelings. Mrs. Han has a real love for her childhood sweetheart, and then feels sorry for the person who has passed away. And Mu Zi's father, paid so much, did not know that the people around him had moved his heart, so he died with regret.
Of course, Han Qing is the most distressing.
He lost three relatives one after another, or the closest one. For him, it was a great blow and pain.
Thinking about it, Xiao Yan's eyes became moist. She stretched out her hand and hugged Han Qing.
"What?" Han Qing asked her in a funny way.
"After I warm you, my child and I will accompany you well, and I will be white headed with you."
Han Qing did not expect to tell the past, will hear her so a true confession, a moment of warm heart.
In fact, since being with her, Han Qing has become less cold.
In the past, in addition to being gentle in front of his sister, the rest of the time he was not as calm as a normal person.
Now it's like a person. There's temperature.
"That's it. You can't break your promise, otherwise..." Han Qing pauses for a moment, with a very deep voice attached to Xiao Yan's ear: "I will not let you go after the hell."
Because the two children are still young, Xiaoyan is very boring at home, so Han Muzi will often bring bean sprouts to come here. Eight months later, xiaodouya looks more watery than before. Her eyes are very much like Han Muzi. Moreover, she will call her aunt, but she is stumbling and inarticulate. This is the result of Xiaoyan's teaching her many times.
The little girl looks very smart. She has a pair of eyes. She seems to be able to talk. She just doesn't laugh. She just laughs.
Because her smile is a little silly, but she likes to smile.
Seeing Muzi again, Xiaoyan thought of what Han Muzi said to her, and thought that Muzi and Hanqing were not brothers and sisters of the same father and mother.
Though she will think of it, she will not break her mouth.
"Auntie, mommy and I, and bud are here to accompany you."
Compared with last year, millet beans grow a lot, almost become a small adult, tall, is a small face thin, looking at wood has meat.
Xiao Yan bent down and pinched his cheek.
"Xiaomi Dou, how can you grow a net without meat?"
After hearing this, Xiaomi Dou showed a sad expression and said in a low voice: "it's not ah Yan's aunt. There's no time for Xiaomi Dou."
Xiaoyan used to dote on Xiaomi Dou, and Xiaomi Dou also liked to eat the rice she cooked, but since she was pregnant, Xiaomi Dou has never eaten her cooking.
I thought that when I became an aunt, I could see and eat her cooking every day, but I didn't think it was the same as what I thought.
Mummy is also occupied by his bad father, who is either daddy's or xiaodouba's, but Yaya is his sister, and he should be spoiled by his elder brother, so he didn't argue with bud bud.
But! That motherfucker daddy, he's a real jerk Daddy! He's the one who makes mommy look like he's alone now.
Xiaomi Dou is very unconvinced to the night.
"Ouch." Xiaoyan couldn't help but reach out and knead Xiaomi Dou's head, and kneaded his hair in disorder: "the resentment is so big, so my aunt will make you delicious food today?"
Xiaomi Dou snorted and turned her head.
"Well, don't be angry. My aunt didn't care about you when she was pregnant, but she didn't forget Xiaomi Dou. My aunt thinks about you every day. Now my aunt is free. You can come here and move in if you want to come and find your aunt."
"All right." Han Muzi poked Xiaomi Dou's back behind her, "how old are you, and still pestering your aunt like this? I don't know it's hard to get pregnant? When Mommy was pregnant with you, she also suffered a lot
Hearing this, Xiaomi Dou immediately turned around and hugged Han Muzi's thigh and raised her small face: "mummy, you've worked hard. Xiaomi Dou is just playing a joke with my aunt."
On the same day, Xiaoyan cooked in person, and then called Han Qing, telling him that Xiaomi Dou and Muzi were at home, and Hanqing said he would come back at noon.
So Xiaoyan gave up and planned to make rations for six people.
She, Muzi, her mother, Han Qing, Xiaomi Dou, and bean sprouts.Luo Huimei could not help asking when she was getting rice, "how many people have you made?"
"Six."
"Just six? No more? "
After Xiaoyan nodded her head, Luo Huimei went directly to her side and denounced her: "you are a girl who has become a mother. How can you be so ignorant? We have six people, so we have to do at least seven people, so as to prevent some people from having a big appetite and not enough to eat, or someone passing by on the way."
After listening to her mother's words, Xiaoyan also felt that what she said was reasonable, so she added rice.
"What's more, why didn't her husband follow me today? If you don't put more rice, I think the child will come to them later. "
"It's OK, mom. Muzi told me that her husband will have a meeting at noon today, so he has no time to come."
Otherwise, she would have been rations for seven.
"Yes, but who knows if the meeting will be cancelled temporarily at that time and this person will come? Isn't it embarrassing to have no food at that time? "
"It seems so." Xiao Yan stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, "then I'll cook more."
"You, you should learn more about the world. You don't have to do this when you are only husband and wife. But if there are guests, you should pay attention to them a little, so as not to be embarrassed."
"Well."
Luo Huimei saw that her daughter was like a son pecking rice and nodding her head. Her mother's heart was so vicissitudes that she stretched out her hand to play Xiaoyan's forehead, "learn from now on."
Sure enough, before noon, the car stopped at the gate at night. After the door opened, the tall figure got out of the car.
The night is still beautiful, with broad shoulders and long legs, and the breath on the body is cold and sharp. It is totally impossible for people to associate with that beloved wife maniac.
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