Han Jifeng asked someone to find a beautiful glass bottle, carefully put the captured dead leaf butterfly into it, and closed the lid. The butterfly was fluttering its wings inside, and the glass bottle shone with colorful lights under the sunlight.
Xiaoxi lay curiously on the table, her little head resting on her arm, her big black glass-like eyes flashing, looking at the dead leaf butterfly inside. She was wearing a bright red woolen skirt that Han Wenxin bought for her today.
Wearing white stockings and a black and red plaid hat, she looked as beautiful and noble as a little princess walking out of an old castle.
Han Jifeng was dressed casually, wearing a limited edition white shirt with an off-white cashmere vest, and a high-end custom black peaked cap on his head.
He took off his gloves and hat, and bent down with Xiaoxi to look at the butterfly in the glass bottle.
The two heads, one big and one small, are close together, looking at each other from a distance, it looks like a friendly scene.
Suddenly, Xiaoxi's originally cheerful expression dimmed. She touched the glass bottle and said——
"Uncle, let's let the dead leaf butterfly go."
"Why? Don't Xiaoxi like it very much?" Han Jifeng looked at her and asked.
Xiaoxi took off the lid, turned the glass bottle upside down, and let the withered leaf butterfly fly out. Under the sun, the butterfly flapped its wings in place a few times, then spread its wings and flew away.
Watching it go further and further away, Xiaoxi said, "My mother said that you can't base your happiness on the pain of others, so even though I like it, I still have to let it go to find its mother."
, its mother will be anxious if it disappears, how pitiful they are, I don’t want them to be so pitiful." As she spoke, her voice was choked, and Xiaoxi's eyes turned red.
Han Jifeng was startled, and his heart was shocked. This little guy was so young, but he had already understood and practiced that he should not base his happiness on the pain of others.
She is really sensible and kind.
However, after being so close to each other these days, and recalling the previous encounters in China, Han Jifeng discovered one thing, that is, Xiaoxi could not do without her mother, but she never mentioned her father.
He asked tentatively, "Xiaoxi, you only talked about mother, haven't you ever thought that maybe Little Butterfly's father would also be worried about it?"
"Dad?" After hearing this, Xiaoxi shook her head vigorously, her eyes filled with a thick layer of mist, and said, "I don't know what it feels like to be missed by my father. You said that Little Butterfly's father will be like her mother."
Do you miss her that much?"
When Han Jifeng heard this, his heart was beaten again, and there was an extremely painful feeling in his heart, as if he had been cut with a knife and bleeding, "Xiaoxi..." He called her with a trembling voice, and his eyes were filled with tears.
Suddenly I felt a sour feeling that I had never felt before.
Seeing that Han Jifeng was sad for her, Xiaoxi reluctantly showed her usual cute smile and comforted him, "Uncle, it's okay. It's good that I have a mother to miss me. That's enough. It doesn't matter if I don't have a father. I
Very happy too."
He said it didn't matter, but after all, he was a child over five years old. As he spoke, tears flowed down. The teardrops were like pearls, rolling down his cheeks one by one. He looked very cute.
.
It doesn't matter if you don't have a father? After listening to Xiaoxi's words, Han Jifeng felt really mixed emotions in his heart. He felt that he had been ignored and hurt in a way that he had never experienced before, and at the same time he felt very self-blame and guilt.
At such a young age, she should be willful and mischievous. It is all because of him that Xiaoxi is so young, so strong and sensible.
His daughter should receive the best love in the world!
"My mother has been raising me alone since I was a child. She has never been in love. She is really hard-working and pitiful... When we go back, I will let my mother fall in love. I don't want to wait for my father anymore. My father is a
Dirty dad, he doesn't like me at all, and he doesn't like my mother at all. Xiaoxi doesn't like him anymore. Don't miss her secretly anymore. It's enough for me to have my mother, that's enough, wuwuwu..."
Xiaoxi was sobbing as she spoke, her eyes were red, and her apple-like pink face was covered with tears.
"No!" When Han Jifeng heard Xiaoxi's sad words, his heart throbbed so much. He had never experienced such pain before. He knelt down, held her little face lovingly with both hands, and looked at her eyes sparkling with tears.
There was also a layer of tears in her eyes, and she said, "Xiaoxi can't wait for dad, can't do without dad, and can't dislike dad! Do you understand?"
"Why?" Xiaoxi pursed her lips and said sadly, "But he doesn't want me and doesn't love me at all."
Han Jifeng pulled her into his arms distressedly, held her tightly, and said softly, "Dad loves you, loves you very much, you have to forgive him, forgive him... don't dislike him, you know?"
"Woo..." Xiaoxi cried so sadly that she fell into Han Jifeng's arms, holding his clothes tightly with her small hands, and wet his clothes with her tears.
He hugged her, patted her back, whispered comfort, and thought about how to make Xiaoxi accept the fact that he was his father.
"What's wrong, Xiaoxi?" Ling Tongyu hurried over with an anxious look on her face. From a distance, she saw Xiaoxi huddled in Han Jifeng's arms.
After talking to Han Wenxin, she already had a clear plan in her heart. She no longer hesitated or hesitated. Han Wenxin's words were cruel, but they awakened her and pointed out a clear way for her. Now, she
Already know what to do.
"Already asleep." Han Jifeng held the sleeping Xiaoxi in his arms and sat on a wicker chair. Looking down, she saw tears still hanging on her face. Even in her dream, she didn't sob once or twice.
OK, I feel bad!
"Okay, why are you crying?" Ling Tongyu sat down next to him, took out a tissue, and gently wiped away the tears on her daughter's face.
Han Jifeng looked at her, her daughter's expression was so focused and serious, and her movements were so gentle and loving.
Her face, like Xiaoxi's, was pink and white, with a hint of blush, and her expression was still romantic, always showing the innocence and innocence of a girl. There was no hint that she had suffered so hard, nor that she was a human being.
Mother of five-year-old child.
When wiping Xiaoxi's tears, her butterfly-wing eyelashes occasionally blinked, and her two cherry-soft lips opened slightly.
His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her gently on the cheek. There was no emotion in this kiss.
Ling Tongyu, who was wiping tears, was startled and stopped.
"Sorry." He looked at her cheek and said.
She was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her head, staring blankly at the handsome face so close to her...