Zuo Rou on the rooftop, holding the white silk tightly with both hands, the tight squeeze seems to have been wrinkled, since Zuo Wenfeng appeared in Zuo Rou's house when she was three years old, her mother claimed to be her brother, and she was naturally called uncle, although her uncle treated her worse than her mother, she only knew that every time her uncle appeared, it seemed that she went straight to her mother's house, and her uncle's eyes were very cold, that kind of look was something she had only seen in the TV series, Grandma Wang's granddaughter said, it was the eyes of a bad person.Zuo Rou doesn't like this "uncle", but her mother seems to like it very much, so she can only like it."
Dad, you really don't want Xiaorou, don't want mom, Xiaorou wants Dad, don't want uncle" The small body curled up into a ball, and the tears couldn't stop falling, "Mother, why, why is this" "Why hehe, because your mother likes me, not your short-lived father" A sharp voice came from behind him, "Xiaorou, why don't you call it uncle, um" "Bad guy, you are a bad guy, I don't allow you to scold my dad" Zuo Rou rolled up the white silk, put one hand behind his back, stood up suddenly, and squatted for a long time, Some of her steps were unsteady and fell to the ground, "Mother, Xiaorou hurts" Zuo Rou tried to summon Zuo Wenjuan behind Zuo Wenfeng.Since she was a child, whether she fell, or was injured, it was either her mother's cold eyes, or she simply ignored it, she never had the right to be coquettish, she always thought that her mother didn't seem to like her weak, timid her, over the years, whether it was a big injury or a small injury, she never said a word, mother, if Xiaorou became stronger, her mother would like Xiaorou a little bit This time it feels different, in fact, Zuo Rou didn't fall very painfully, and I don't know why she suddenly wanted to be a coquette, There is no hypocrisy in a lifetime, and it seems that after that, there will be no more opportunities."
Zuo Rou" Wen Juan's footsteps were vain, but she was pulled by Zuo Wenfeng's big hand, Juan'er, it seems that your daughter, still likes you, but she probably doesn't know, she will never see the sun tomorrow Zuo Wenfeng said leisurely, as long as the girl in front of him dies, Old Man Lin, hehe, I want to see, your property, who else can it be passed on, not to mention, the person was killed by Zuo Wenjuan, isn't it" Shut up, Wen Rou "Shut up, Wen Rou" Zuo Rou took two steps back, the handkerchief behind her was clenched tightly, "Mother, mother, is he really Xiaorou's uncle?"
Zuo Rou is no stranger to what is called "can't see the sun of tomorrow" She is only seven years old, but she has heard and seen far more than her peers, at this moment, she did not ask, mother, why don't you want Xiaorou, you want to kill Xiaorou because, she saw it, her mother also turned her back on the back of her hand, and it was a bright knife."
He's not, Zuo Rou, I'm sorry" "Is that mother Xiaorou's mother" Zuo Rou couldn't cry, her mother had never answered her word by word like this, she should be happy."
I'm sorry, I'm not worthy of being your mother, all these years, if you complain about me, I will admit it" Looking at the desperate and helpless look in the eyes of the half-grown child in front of her, Zuo Wenjuan's hand holding the knife paused slightly, but was forced back into her hand by the style of writing, so many years, she has always known that this child is more mature than children of the same age, but, seeing the look in her eyes, there is still a trace of unbearable, a seven-year-old child, if it is not her, should be happy to live in the arms of her parents" Mother, Xiaorou does not complain, It's just Dad, will I come back to find Xiaorou one day, if I can't find Xiaorou, what should I do" "Hehe, your short-lived father, has already turned into a blank of loess, good girl, Wenwen, the good things your mother has done" Regardless of Zuo Wenjuan's struggle, Wenfeng pulled Zuo Wenjuan's body with one hand and forced her to stand in front of Zuo Rou, the strength in his hand was very heavy, Zuo Wenjuan didn't feel pain."
Your father, long before you were born, passed away, yes" "It was your own hand, yes, baby" "You talk nonsense, mother, I want to listen to you" Zuo Rou's eyes were scarlet, the only wish she had held on to for many years was shattered into sand, and more than once in a dream, she dreamed that her father opened his arms and took her and her mother into his arms, and the mother at that moment, smiled gently, movingly, and took the piece of white juanzi to carefully wipe the sweat of her father, no she doesn't, don't be so cruel to her."
Enough" Zuo Wenjuan had a tough attitude on her face, still the same as usual, "Zuo Rou, giving birth to you is the most painful thing in my life, and your father, I hate him, I hate him, I wish he died earlier, and there will be no such seed as you, see it" Zuo Wenjuan lightly took Zuo Wenfeng's hand, "Look at what uncle, you are really an idiot, this is my man, and in the future, I will love me and his children well, do you understand" ------ digression------ collection, You can come more violently, don't pity the small body that is only quiet and weak, yo tgttotgttotgttotgttotgt: