Even the little kid with a big butt cannot understand the anger, despair and sadness hidden in grandpa's long speech.
Leng Yunting looked at the pink and jade-carved little dot, and the anger in his body dissipated bit by bit until there was no trace left.
Yes, how could he forget that even though they had a sad past and angry feuds, they still fell in love, and they still had Xiaobao, the crystallization of joy and sorrow.
He walked over slowly, knelt down, and touched the little guy's face with the tip of his nose. Xiaobao was not used to his approach of being so intimate, so he frowned with an unhappy and arrogant look on his face.
"Xiaobao, son." Leng Yunting gently picked up Xiaobao. This time, Luo Qingxue did not resist. She let him pick up the little guy, and then carried him to his grandparents.
The little guy is a smart person. Although he doesn't understand Gang Leng Haotian's long speech, and he doesn't really like this serious old guy, he does like Grandma Feng who gives him tea. There is no way, the little guy can eat people.
He spoke softly, rolled his big eyes, and then said with a smile: "Grandma Feng, don't be sad. Xiaobao, I'll give you a hug~~"
Although it was embarrassing and difficult to say, after all, so many years had passed, and when Feng Linxue saw this little guy who looked like a glutinous rice dumpling, a certain part of his heart still softened.
"Xiaobao." She took Xiaobao from Leng Yunting's arms and kissed her. The child's soft little paws slid across her cheek, and she felt a slight touch. From the deep discomfort, she slowly
of dispersion.
Leng Haotian looked at his cute little grandson, and his extreme anger was gradually extinguished, as if a ladle of cold water had been poured on him.
The past is gone, and the dead are like this.
They are still alive and they are still working hard. So how can they be happy if they always look back and care about the past?
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All day long, the Leng family was shrouded in a strange haze.
Naturally, Luo Qingxue couldn't walk. She was still in a floating state, as if she had been hit with a sap, and she walked as if her hair was floating.
She originally thought that although her father had done wrong things and taken the wrong path, he could still be regarded as a tragic and erotic figure. At least he was affectionate and intelligent, and in his later years he was in despair and died in a foreign land. She used to think that she was the wife of the Leng family.
He was fussy about everything, and even felt that Leng Haotian had been keeping personal grudges for so many years, which was too narrow-minded and excessive.
However, in the end, she discovered that there really is no such thing as unreasonable hatred.
She thought, if she were Leng Haotian, she would definitely hate such a person!
Some people, some things, even after many years, the wounds still exist. Just like she can't forgive Leng Yunting's original choice, just like she can't forgive him for abandoning herself and Xiaobao.
If she were a man and encountered this kind of thing, she might be like Yang Guo and forget all the grudges with a last smile, but refuse Guo Jing and Huang Rong's attempts to stay, and finally separate far away and never see each other again, right?
And she was a woman, and she had a baby with Leng Yunting, and she was constantly worried about her all her life. So, after such a daze, the pain was like two threads, tightly wrapping her around, suffocating her.
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When such a cruel and heavy inside story was revealed, she really didn't know if she still had the courage and strength to persevere?