The sky and clouds will not change color because of someone's broken love, so life must go on as usual and school must still go on.
It's just that when school was over, there was an extra person at the door of Nangong Minglu's house.
Ling Haotian leaned on his car and looked far away in the direction of Nangong Minglu, his face no longer full of energy and looked decadent and haggard.
He just watched from a distance and did not come to answer.
Nangong Minglu glanced at him, but as if she didn't see anything, she walked into the house calmly.
She vowed in her heart to forget him, but when she saw him again, she still felt heartbroken and heartbroken.
"It's really useless! Isn't he just a man? I can attract a swarm of bees and butterflies with a wave of my sleeves!" Nangong Minglu was lying on the bed, cheering herself up unhappily.
It's night, and the fog is thick.
Looking out the window, it seems like clouds and mist are lingering, making it feel like a dream.
Except for the hazy fog, Nangong Minglu could not see anything, but she always felt that there was a pair of bright eyes that penetrated the dense fog and penetrated into her heart...
Nangong Minglu kept staring at the ceiling in a daze until early in the morning. The sound of a car engine starting outside the window was heard. Nangong Minglu jumped up and ran to the window. It was Ling Haotian who had left. The fog outside the window was thick and depressing.
People seem to be out of breath...
one day……
Two days...
Three days...
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It's like this every day. Every day when Nangong Minglu comes home from school, Ling Haotian will stand at the door of her house, watching from a distance, not coming to talk, just watching from a distance and seriously...
Until early in the morning, he would drive away, but when Nangong Minglu went to school at dawn, Ling Haotian was already there again...
Looking at the days marked out with red pen on the calendar on the wall, Nangong Minglu was confused. What should she do?
On another foggy night, Ling Haotian stood outside Nangong Minglu's house as usual, while Nangong Minglu stood in the house, looking at each other through the window in a daze.
"Squeak!"
The door rang, and Nangong Ya walked gently to Nangong Minglu, took Nangong Minglu into her arms, and said softly: "Xiao Lu, don't be hard on yourself anymore. He did this in our house
Heaven's doorkeeper, mom can tell, he really likes you, how about giving him another chance?"
"So what?" Nangong Minglu's beautiful eyes were full of mist, "You once said that in order to marry you, your father stood in front of the window of your grandfather's house all night, so what happened in the end?
Didn't he abandon you and me and marry another woman?"
Nangong Ya was shocked. She realized for the first time that the separation between her and Rong Baichuan had brought such great harm to Nangong Minglu.
Nangong Ya thought for a long time before she turned Nangong Minglu's face back, asked her to look into her eyes, and said seriously: "Xiaolu, your destiny is always in your own hands! Only now do I understand that, in fact, all along,
It's me who's wrong, not your father!"
"Mom! What are you talking about?" Nangong Minglu looked at her mother suspiciously. From childhood to adulthood, although she didn't express it much, there was something in her heart that hated her father and hated him for marrying someone else.
The woman hated him for abandoning her mother and abandoning her.
But now her mother told her that the wrong person was her mother, but she couldn't understand it, not at all.
Looking at Nangong Minglu's puzzled eyes, Nangong Ya smiled bitterly, "Xiaolu, when my mother was young, she was too stubborn and too strong. When she saw that your father was entangled with other women, she didn't listen to your father's explanation.
After divorcing your father, my mother was very proud at the time and thought she had preserved her self-esteem. But now she realizes that she was wrong, almost unforgivably wrong."
