But unfortunately, there is no such thing as a feast in the world.
He held his daughter's little face and made her look up at him with a loving gaze.
Reluctant.
"After Dad is gone, you have to listen to Mom, you know?"
Becca was a kid after all, thinking that his father was talking about a business trip, so he nodded obediently.
"I'll listen to my mother, Dad, but I only listen to some of them, and I don't listen to some of them.
I'll listen to everything Daddy says. ” He smiled, "Why." ” "Well, I don't know, but that's what I want to do.
Hee-hee. ” Hee-hee Becca looked up at her father and laughed smirked.
"Silly girl, just like your mother."
At night.
Becca had a crazy day and fell asleep early.
Although I fell asleep, I didn't let the two adults worry, kicking off the quilt from time to time, or turning over and over again.
Becca kicked her foot again for no reason this time, and the quilt covering her little shoulders was kicked in the direction of her stomach.
He picked up the lid and put it back on his daughter's shoulder, looked at Cier, who was looking at his weakness and sadness, and said, "My daughter likes to kick the quilt at night, you can't sleep so deeply at night when I'm not there, my daughter is in poor health and can't stand the cold." ” "Hmm."
She nodded.
"My daughter, she sometimes keeps turning over, so don't scold her.
She's having a nightmare, you just hold her for a while. ” Also, my daughter sometimes gets up when she gets up, refuses to get out of bed, and has to coax her for a long time before she is willing to obey.
Don't beat or scold her, she's still young no matter what she says. ” "Also, the fried chicken you usually buy back is not good for your daughter, so buy less in the future."
"And," "Why are you talking to me so much of this stuff tonight, I don't want to hear that" She interrupted him crying, and burst into tears after saying that.
What is she crying about.
Why is she crying She didn't know either.
She didn't know either.
"Let me finish the last one, and then I'll sleep Cyr."
She bit her lip and opened her teary eyes as she looked at him.
"Take care of yourself."
He said.
She closed her eyes and cried even harder, almost out of breath.
He reached out to take her hand, squeezing it tightly, "Don't cry, sleep." ” She cried and nodded.
She promised him he'd sleep.
But when she closed her eyes, she couldn't sleep.
In my mind, I reflected over and over again the scenes of their acquaintance, to love, to separation, to hatred.
And so it was, over and over again, until dawn.
Seven o'clock the next morning.
She heard him get out of bed and opened her eyes to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with his watch.
She sat up, "It's only seven o'clock, are you going so early?"
He stopped buttoning his watch and looked sideways at her, "It was supposed to be nine o'clock, but you know that my daughter doesn't want me to go, and I'm afraid that she will wake up and be sad, so go early." ” He got up and walked to the bathroom.
She lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed, ran behind him, reached out and hugged him tightly, buried her face in his back, and cried, "No, I don't want you to go" His heart throbbed, and he looked down at her holding his hand and reached out to hold hers.
After a long time, he spoke in an unsteady voice, "Cyr, if you don't want me to go, then I'll stay here with you."
Good or not" She opened her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and her heart struggled in agony.
If she didn't want him to go, then he would stay here with her If she said for sure that she didn't want him to go, she wanted him to stay.
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