Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, behind him was the sunset, and the remaining shade was scattered all over his body, Jiang Zhihao felt like he had a dream.

In his dream, he had spent his entire life and was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer at the age of 80.

When he died, he saw himself on the hospital bed and his descendants crying. Then time continued to shrink until he stood in front of the door again.

Jiang Zhihao was very sure that it was not a dream, because the dream would not make him remember so clearly. Every minute and every second of what happened can be remembered.

He was very sure that he was reborn.

His eyes slowly moved to the door panel, and Jiang Zhihao shook his hands slightly and twisted the key.

The old door made a harsh friction sound. The door opened. The first thing I saw was Lingling, my daughter sitting on the ground and playing with a plastic train that had been broken.

Lingling just turned four this year. She is much petite and thinner than her peers.

The moment he saw his daughter, tears filled Jiang Zhihao's eyes.

He never thought that he would see his daughter again one day.

The fire that decades ago burned his wife and daughter to death was the most painful thing in his life. No matter how hard he worked hard in the future, no matter how much money he made, it would not be able to make up for the pain in his heart.

"dad!"

Seeing Jiang Zhihao coming back, Lingling immediately happily got up from the ground and hugged his thighs: "You're back!"

Jiang Zhihao saw her thin body clearly and the old clothes she had found from whom she had found.

The little faces that should be rosy are all pale. To put it nicely, they are white in skin, but to put it badly, they are hungry and malnutrition.

Jiang Zhihao squatted down and hugged the little girl tightly in his arms.

Tears flowed. This man who had created various business miracles in the future held his daughter and muttered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Lingling didn't know that her father had experienced a complete life. She stretched out her hand and gently patted Jiang Zhihao's back. The glutinous child voice spread throughout the house: "Be good, don't cry, Lingling loves you."

Listening to her voice, Jiang Zhihao's tears flowed faster.

"Dad, I don't want to go to school. Don't quarrel with mom, okay?" Lingling said with Jiang Zhihao's head in his arms.

The child's words were unrestrained, but Jiang Zhihao quickly recalled this sentence that made him remember his whole life.

Back then, I was busy all day and was addicted to alcoholism and gambling. When I lost all, I asked my wife for it, and when I had no money, I would drink and smash things.

Just the day before the fire, his wife Zhong Jiawei wanted her child to go to kindergarten, but Jiang Zhihao felt that going to kindergarten was a waste of money. She didn't go to kindergarten when she was young, so she didn't live to grow up?

For this reason, the couple had another big quarrel.

Although Lingling is only four years old, she is much more sensible than children of the same age.

She has always envied other children for going to kindergarten, but she also knows that her parents quarrel because of her own school.

So, she suppressed her little desire in her heart.

It is rare for a four-year-old child to do this.

Listening to his daughter's warm childish voice, Jiang Zhihao wiped away the tears from his face, picked up his daughter and said, "Dad will work hard to make money. I'll send you to kindergarten tomorrow, okay?"

"Really?" Lingling's eyes lit up, then she seemed to remember something, and said with a frown, "But... we don't have money, and we don't want our parents to quarrel."

"Don't worry, my parents won't quarrel anymore in the future." Jiang Zhihao said very seriously.

Lingling looked at him with her little head tilted, and after a few seconds, she kissed hard on the face and said with a smile: "Then dad is a good boy!"

At this time, the door was opened. Jiang Zhihao turned around and couldn't help but tremble when he saw the person coming.

Standing at the door was a woman with long hair and a capable professional suit, which made her look very energetic. Her appearance and figure were of good shape, especially her eyes and tall nose, which made her look very three-dimensional.

But her expression seemed a little cold, slightly destroying the beauty.

This woman is Jiang Zhihao's wife Zhong Jiawei, who is also the murderer who set fire to this family.

But Jiang Zhihao never resented Zhong Jiawei because Zhong Jiawei also died in the fire.

The mother and daughter hugged each other with charred corpses, which was the most unforgettable and painful memory in his life.

Many times, Jiang Zhihao is wondering how much she hates herself and how desperate she is, that she chooses to end her life in this way.

Zhong Jiawei was holding a bag in her hand, and there was a burst of fragrance floating inside.

Jiang Zhihao knew that there was a roast duck that his daughter wanted to eat.

My daughter has only eaten the roast duck of eighty-eight-one.

In Zhong Jiawei's pocket, she had just bought a lighter, and she prepared the gasoline at noon and placed it in the kitchen cabinet.

Lingling smelled the fragrance and immediately broke free from Jiang Zhihao's arms and jumped down. She ran to Zhong Jiawei excitedly, pulled the plastic bag and asked, "Mom, what is it? What is it?"

"Roasted duck, haven't you always wanted to eat it?" Zhong Jiawei showed a smile that she only had for her daughter, but this smile was a bit forced.

"Dad, it's a roast duck!" Lingling turned around happily and shouted.

Jiang Zhihao walked over slowly, stood in front of Zhong Jiawei, and looked at his living wife again. The impulse made him want to reach out and hug Zhong Jiawei and tell her how much she missed her.

But the obvious disgust of Zhong Jiawei in her eyes made Jiang Zhihao feel bitter.

A long time ago, the two of them had already slept in separate rooms. Jiang Zhihao came back drunk every day, was drunk and liked to be crazy. Zhong Jiawei didn't want to disturb the child.

Lingling took the roast duck and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work mom!"

The cuteness and sensibility of her daughter made Zhong Jiawei feel warm in her heart. At the same time, when she thought of what she was about to do, she felt extremely sad inside.

When she put the roast duck on the table, Lingling suddenly remembered something. She turned her head and looked at Zhong Jiawei and said, "Mom, Daddy said she would send me to kindergarten tomorrow!"

Zhong Jiawei glanced at Jiang Zhihao and said, "Is it fun to cheat children?"

Every time he quarrels with Jiang Zhihao over money, he always explains how things are going, but tomorrow is really the case, but he changes his mind again.

Not only was he deceived, but his daughter also had been deceived many times. I just agreed to accompany her to the amusement park, I don’t know how many times I broke my promise.

In Zhong Jiawei's heart, she was not willing to believe her husband at all. She was so disappointed that she was so desperate.
Chapter completed!