As a child, she met a friendly girlfriend.
She always likes to run to the lake behind the house with that girlfriend to catch fish.
There were always arguments among the children, and I remember one time when the girlfriend pushed her into a mud puddle by the lake, and she was covered in mud.
She cried, she made trouble, she didn't admit defeat, she was stubborn, she got up and pushed the girlfriend into the mud puddle, which scared the girlfriend to cry.
At this time, the girlfriend's father came, perhaps out of the unique tolerance of adults for children, and the girlfriend's father did not reprimand her, but only picked up his own child and coaxed while wiping the dirt off the child's face with a towel.
"Next time, don't play with this kind of uneducated girl, even her biological father doesn't want her, it can be seen that she is not a good child" Yes, she hasn't seen that girlfriend since.
She vividly remembers that day, she stood by the lake covered in mud and cried as she watched the schools of fish swimming in the lake.
Perhaps out of her youthful innocence, she squatted on the ground with her face covered in mud and explained to the little fish in the lake over and over again.
"I'm not a bad boy, I've always been obedient, but why do people say I'm a bad boy, don't I?"
Is it true that a man without a father is a bad child?
She didn't know.
Time passed quietly, and it was time for her to enter junior high school.
Junior high school is beautiful and simple, but it is also difficult.
Perhaps because she was naturally stupid, she always couldn't understand the content of the textbook, and the teacher would not have the patience to teach her over and over again, but only told her to ask a tutor or let her parents teach her like other classmates.
But her mother didn't know that knowledge at all, and finding a tutor was something she couldn't dream of.
She knew that her mother had put a lot of effort into making her study, and she didn't dare to trouble her mother anymore, so she did something that was incredible in the eyes of the world.
Every night, when her mother fell asleep, she would run outside the house with her books in her arms, walk under the yellowing street lamp, and read the contents of the textbook aloud over and over again, shouting until her voice was hoarse, until she understood it thoroughly.
Those days were so bitter, and she would cry like rain every time she thought about it.
Whenever suffering comes, she always thinks in her heart.
If only she had a dad There is a father who can protect her, a father who can love her, and a father who can accompany her.
How nice that would be Thank God.
She finally got her wish.
Hot tears flew down her eyes, her throat choked like heavy lead, and she wanted to shout a father, a father, or a daddy to the man in front of her, but after all, the tears fell before she sounded, like bones in her throat, tearing her heart So much so that in the end, so much so that in the end, she cried silently like a fool, her fingers clutching the hem of her skirt, and she could not say a word.
Brun is a bit old, and has always been at the top of high society, so he is naturally calm and wise, but when he hears her desperate cry at this moment, his eyes are full of tears.
Brun looked at her and said, "I've wronged you all these years, kid. ” He handed her a hand, and she trembled her little hand to take it, and when her young fingertips touched his thick and warm palm, she couldn't help but flick it, and the hot tears fell to her chin It was a biting cold, but her heart was very warm.
Is that really her dad Is it the father she has longed for all her life?
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