Hospital.

Ning Zhenqian sat on the chair outside the operating room, with his head buried deeply, his hands inserted into his short hair, and he pulled his hair hard...

And don't forget that although you don't know what happened, you are sitting beside him honestly at this time.

Ning Zhenqian could no longer bear the pain of the replay of the scene just now, but unfortunately, such a scene lingered in his mind all the time, every minute and every second, and he couldn't get rid of it...

Every time I play it back, the pain penetrates into my bones, reaching the deepest part of my soul, like drilling, cutting, twisting, and there is no way to escape...

He couldn't remember how he accepted the scene he saw with his own eyes. His beloved, the person he tried his best to protect, fell to the ground, and his white pants were dyed blood red...

He has been a soldier for half his life and has seen countless blood, but he has never been as trembling and cowardly in front of blood as he was at that moment...

He couldn't remember how he rushed out of the house holding her unconscious, couldn't remember how he yelled to follow her, couldn't remember how he staggered and his soul flew into the sky, couldn't remember everything...

The only thing I remember is blood. Her blood flowed all over her body...

He, Ning Zhenqian, has never known the word "submission", but now he is willing to kneel to the sky and the ground to kneel to the Bodhisattva, if he can save his little girl...

It's his fault...13acv.

It was because of his carelessness that he actually thought of asking his daughter to come and see him...

He didn't fulfill any of the things he promised her...

For example: Don’t forget that it is his responsibility and will never affect her life; for example, he will be good to her and his little girl...

In fact, it was him who hurt them...

My mother's words rang in my ears again, and my mother's prediction really became a reality: Xiao Zhen, have you ever thought about how difficult it would be for you and Nannan to be together? If you insist, I hope you will treat Nannan well and not to cause trouble.

They hurt each other beyond repair...

Now, we have finally reached this point, right? It was he who personally hurt their mother and daughter...

As a commander, when he knew that a wrong decision would most likely lead to the annihilation of the entire army, yet he made such a wrong decision...

It was certainly a mistake to leave Mo Wang with Nannan, but it was a low-level mistake made by his short-circuited brain;

However, perhaps, there are more mistakes...

She has always wanted to leave...

It's him! It's him who selfishly keeps her by his side regardless of her wishes.

Countless times, she either coldly or begged him to let her go, but he refused, and even got furious and got angry at her...

She was originally such a lively and bright woman, just like the Gesang flowers on the plateau, blooming freely and beautifully even in severe cold and scorching heat. But now, how did she become after being tormented by him? I still remember her at the beginning of the New Year that year

On the night of January, she sang "Brother Bing", her eyes were bright and her teeth were shining with hope. Now, when had her eyes ever had luster?

Why is this happening?

He clearly wanted to love her well and care for her well.

He wanted to be with her, live happily with her for the rest of his life, and give the little quail a warm nest like Brother Tree, so he tried his best to hold on to her and never let go no matter how painful they were. However, as a result,

But it was watching her delicate flower wither day by day, losing its freshness of life day by day, and finally, it would completely hurt her...

He was wrong...

If he lets go, maybe she is reading wonderful articles in S city with her sweet voice at this time; maybe, she is also eating her favorite desserts with her friends in an exquisite cafe; maybe, their little girl will have

A new father, however, will never leave them...

No, my little girl will not leave... no... definitely not...

The sounds of "no" collided in his mind, causing his mind to buzz. In the great grief, he cried out...

Throughout his life, he rarely shed tears.

When he was naughty when he was young, he was beaten with a belt by his father without even uttering a word; later he joined the army, was shot, shed blood, and rained bullets, but he still stood firm; even though Qianqi left and returned now, even though he was still in his heart.

It was uncomfortable and I never shed tears...

Only her.

Every tear I shed is for her...

However, so what? His existence only hurts her...

Did she have a few happy days when she followed him? When they were separated for the first time, they finally met each other, but they bumped into each other and kept making her cry. Later, when Qianqi came back, she couldn't even cry.

Out...

And what about the future? He thought about not forgetting, and his heart became desolate...

From now on, there will be no future...

She and him should never have been together again...

He should stick to his original intention...

He was originally sentenced to death on the road of love. He should not drag her into the water and accompany him in the ups and downs of life and death...

If he sticks to his original intention and only treats her as his sister, prepares a generous dowry for her when she meets Jiang Feng or Luo Dongqin or other better men, and marries her off in a glorious way, how happy she will be

Son……

But, is there an if in the world?

He hates, hates all his mistakes...

From young to later, one mistake after another was related to him, but since it was him who made the mistake, why should retribution be on her? Why should retribution be on the child? Why not let him bear all the pain and torture alone?

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In the corridor, rapid footsteps sounded, and Yan Zhuang came to his side. What he saw was him holding his head, pulling his hair, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

"How is Taotao?" Yan Zhuang grabbed his son's hand. While he felt sorry for his wife, he also felt sorry for his son who abused him in this way.

He didn't say anything, still buried his head deeply. He didn't want to answer, didn't want to answer any questions about his daughter and daughter. His daughter and daughter were still fine and still angry with him at home. Everything just happened was just a dream.

It's all an illusion...

Suddenly, the door of the operating room opened, and the cruel reality was presented to him.

The sound of the door startled him, and he suddenly raised his head. The doctor walked out, and Yan Zhuang hurriedly stepped forward to ask, but he didn't even stand up...

"Doctor, what happened to my daughter-in-law?" Yan Zhuang asked urgently.

The doctor took off his mask and said, "The child is gone. The adults are fine, but they are weak and need to rest more."

Ning Zhenqian sat blankly in his seat, with only those two words echoing in his ears, the child is gone, the adults are fine...

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his daughter was fine, but the child...his little girl...

Situations from countless dreams reappeared before his eyes: his little girl was a sweet girl with soft, white and tender little hands and a small face. She liked to laugh, like to play on his chest, and like to touch him with her chubby little hands.

He also likes to kiss his face with pink lips...

These were all things he had clearly seen in his dreams, how could they become illusions?

He sat on the chair, unaware of the time and space, unable to see the dark side, until a solemn voice sounded, "Xiao Zhen! Why don't you send your daughter to the ward quickly?"

He was stunned, but still sat on the chair. After a long time, he stood up in a daze, mechanically holding Mo Wang's hand, and followed Yan Zhuang.

He just followed from a distance, watching his mother's back, watching the nurse and mother push the bed together. On that bed, lay the woman he loved deeply but had hurt with his own hands. He was no longer qualified to walk to her side...

When he arrived at the ward, he did not dare to go in. He stood outside the ward and listened to all the sounds inside.

He heard the nurse say, where is the patient's husband? Ask him to come in and help.

But, how can he help?

There seemed to be a line of defense at the door of the ward, and he could never break through...

He heard his mother's voice saying, let me do it, he doesn't have time...

He smiled bitterly. It's not that he didn't have time, he just didn't have the qualifications. How could a person who killed his own child be qualified to be her husband again?

He seemed to hear her sweet voice again, calling "husband" in his ear, and punched the wall of the hospital hard. The fist didn't hurt, but his heart hurt terribly...

The nurses filed out, proving that she had been placed properly. He stood at the door and looked in, only to see her lying quietly on the bed, dripping on her IV, and her face was as pale as paper...

Yan Zhuang turned around and saw him looking sluggish at the door. He sighed softly, walked out, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you go in? What's the point of standing at the door?"

He didn't speak, and silently walked to the chair in front of the ward and sat down.

Yan Zhuang knew his son's expectations for this child, and also knew that his son was sad, so he sat down and comforted him, "Don't be sad, the accident has happened. You should go in and take good care of my daughter..."

He smiled bitterly, with tears in his eyes, "No, it was not an accident...it was me...it was me who killed the little girl with my own hands..."

Yan Zhuang's heart ached and tears flowed down her face. Tao Zi's miscarriage was already sad enough for her, but her son's self-blame made her even more sad. If life is like a chess game, she can still figure out one or two things with ease.

, son and Taozi

This game that is subject to too much external interference is bound to be a difficult game. If you are not careful, both sides will suffer losses. Now, we have finally entered a dead situation. Who can go through it again? Who can do it again?

Resolve?

"Son, don't say that...it's just an accident! Don't get into a dead end!" She knew her son's character and determination, and he would never change. Otherwise, Qianqi wouldn't have waited for her.

Eight years, but if my son carries this cross all the time, will he still be happy in this life?
To be continued...