Chapter 511: Who is in control of ups and downs: Is she a frog?
"It's not my business." When Afeng heard his mother's illness, he turned around a little anxiously. Seeing his uncle, he put away his worries and said coldly.
"Afeng, didn't you say you would change it?" Jin Bao walked to Afeng. Her little face turned red with cold and her lips were a little purple.
Is she a frog? So afraid of the cold
"I..." Afeng looked at the traffic in the city, and wanted to speak but stopped.
"Afeng, don't do it now, don't regret it later." I took off my coat and put it on Jinbao, and said something intentionally or unintentionally.
Maybe the old man has forgotten me and Daris, and he has never noticed us
If you forget, forget it! This is how life is. There are too many disputes among the characters, so why should you remember a certain point? Sometimes, it’s better not to forget your roots.
The old man looked at me, as if he was thinking about something
"It seems that the little girl has seen it." The old man thought about it again and again, but still didn't remember it.
"Maybe! Old man, Afeng is a good boy." I pushed Afeng to the old man and praised Afeng with a smile on his face.
"Sister, I don't want to go back." A Feng pulled my arm awkwardly, looking very reluctant.
"Afeng, what did you see?" I trembled my cold body, standing on the street, watching the city that was still so busy year after year, year after year
"Vehicle..." Afeng followed my eyes and also looked at a small place in this big city.
"What else?"
"People, buildings, trees, sunshine..." Afeng looked at the world and seemed to understand something
"That's enough. As long as you can see the world again, don't give up on yourself."
"Home is always the warmest haven." I said eagerly, the cold wind blew my long hair, and I didn't feel cold for a moment.
"Sister, I understand." Afeng smiled heartily, hugged me, and walked towards the old man.
"Dad, I used to be sensible, I will go back with you now." Afeng supported the old man and bowed his head to admit his mistake.
"Xiaofeng...you call me...you call me dad!" The old man grabbed Afeng's hand excitedly, and said "Dad" to make him cry.
"Well! Dad, we're back home." Afeng smiled, but his voice seemed choked. He held the old man's thick hands that had been worn out by time and cracked.
"Oh, okay, okay... let's go home." The old man pulled his son tightly, showing his father's love with kindness on his face.