He always thought about how such a delicate and clear-hearted person could be trapped by love. The man for whom she gave up her freedom, gave up her dreams, and gave everything she had, in the end, mercilessly betrayed her, and her heart was dead.
The dream is still there, she dances the same dance every day, hoping to get that person's look back, but she is only disappointed again and again.
She was so sad that on a clear and sunny day, just like a bird, she flew down from the sky and landed in front of her favorite daughter.
She hated that man, the man who took away her happiness and her mother's life. She didn't want to live with him and tried her best to resist every day.
Later, my father took your son home. She wanted to learn to dance. She was very talented and all the teachers were amazed by her dancing. However, that time she fainted on the stage while dancing. The doctor told her father
, that dance will only bring back her painful memories and make her life worse than death. If this continues, she is not dancing at all, but burning her life.
It turned out that every time she danced, she would be in unbearable pain, but she desperately suppressed herself to dance that dance that might kill her.
Therefore, since then, her father has deprived her of her hobby, and she has not made any noise or fuss. The 7-year-old girl looked into her father's eyes and solemnly said: Uncle, I will listen to you.
The next year, she no longer wanted to stay in New York. As an eight-year-old girl, she returned alone to the city where she had grown up, to the home where her mother had taken her life, and to live alone.
You'er only knows that he deprived her of her dreams, only knows that he doesn't go home every day, and only knows that she forces a smile every day. She doesn't know that she is willing to give up everything and break her own wings. Love,
It's really a very hurtful thing.
"Your son——"
Chu Qingfan sighed softly and gently hugged the crying person.
In front of the glass wall, Nangong Yi sat lazily on a red sofa chair, his head slightly lowered, and the broken hair on his forehead blocked his eyes.
In his hand, he was playing with his cell phone, and a number popped up inadvertently. It was marked in red letters, and there was only one word - "Pig". He frowned slightly.
In fact, he has been secretly investigating matters related to his amnesia. He is not a fool. Some things are too strange. It is impossible for him to believe everything that others say. I don’t know when, fragmented pictures will occasionally appear in his mind, and there is no time to capture them.
Then he disappeared again.
I don’t know since when, the feeling of wanting to retrieve the past memories became stronger and stronger. He went through a lot of trouble to find the mobile phone that was broken when he was in the accident, and restored the data using the most advanced repair methods.
, there is nothing, only one number, but the strange thing is that the signature on it is a pig. What is even stranger is that there is only this one number in the entire address book.
"pig--"
There was a voice in my head, and my hand unconsciously dialed the number. I was a little expectant, a little nervous, and stared at the name on the phone closely.
Right now, You'er was in Chu Qingfan's arms, wiping away her nose and tears in order to avenge him for punishing her, when the ringtone of her cell phone suddenly rang.