"I want to go to Qingcheng, and I want to see your little angel." Qi Qi said softly.
Rong Zhen paused his hand, slowly raised his eyes, and looked into her pure and flawless pupils.
"Is your family willing?" Rong Zhen asked funnyly, just as a kid's joke. He actually hoped to have an older child to accompany his little angel, and it would be better to be the child's mother, but...
"My dad? My brother doesn't want me anymore..." Qi Qi said softly.
Rong Zhen smiled and said, "Your brother will come back. Trust me, angels have magic. As long as you keep thinking about it, he will come back."
Rong Zhen put Shi Qi's feet on his knees, gently blew the soil on the soles of her feet, wiped them clean with a towel, and then applied medicine to the scratched insteps and soles.
She started to sing, her toes curled slightly, and her feet became stiff every now and then, probably because she was in pain.
"Strong girl." Rong Zhen whispered.
Singing when it hurts is a good method. If it hurts, don't cry. Crying is useless. It is just a way for the weak to vent. Sing as if nothing has happened and be strong.
"Can I tell you a story?" Rong Zhen said in a low voice, not asking her, because he had already started telling, "Little Angel's father and mother met when they were studying abroad, and they had a relationship.
Happy times…”
Shi Qi listened mesmerized. After he finished speaking, two lines of clear tears quietly flowed down his face.
Sometimes, it’s not that you don’t want to express the pain and suffering in your heart, but that you can’t find anyone who is willing to tell it, you can’t find the time when you want to say it, and you can’t find the right time to mention the past. Can you meet someone who is willing?
People who express their true feelings are becoming more and more rare.
When you grow up, how many friends do you still have around you who you can have fun with while drinking and talking like you did when you were young?
Therefore, people are becoming more and more indifferent, becoming more and more materialistic, and losing their feelings and warmth.
"Why did Little Angel's mother die?" Qi Qi asked with red eyes, "Little Angel, there is no mother anymore?"
"The little angel's father was afraid that she would be sad, so he told her mother that she was too playful and would not go home. If you love your father, you must stop being playful and remember to go home..."
Seventeen burst into tears and suddenly lay on the sofa crying very sadly.
Rong Zhen sighed, "Seeing you is like seeing my daughter. You are so innocent, so pitiful..."
He is a father, but he can't do more for his daughter. His daughter wants a mother, but he has been unable to give her a good mother.
"Qiqi..."
Tang Jinteng knocked on the door outside. He heard the sounds in the house, but he couldn't bear his daughter crying, so he spoke out.
Rong Zhen immediately raised his head and looked at the door. Shi Qi also slowly got up, sniffing and looking at Rong Zhen inexplicably.
"Qiqi, it's dad." Tang Jinteng knocked on the door again and said softly.
Rong Zhen stood up and gently touched Shi Qi's hair, "I'll open the door."
The door opened. Rong Zhen looked at the person standing outside the door and was startled. He said, "Why does this voice sound so familiar?"
"Tang, President Tang..."
Tang Jinteng waved his hand to signal him to relax, "I won't disturb you."
"No, no, no, President Tang, please come in." Rong Zhen quickly wiped his face and braced himself to deal with it.
I really didn't expect to meet President Tang late at night, invite him into the room, and look back and forth between President Tang and the girl.
"she……"
"My daughter, Tang Shiqi." Tang Jinteng explained simply.
"...So that's it." Rong Zhen suddenly realized on the spot, no wonder he lived here.
Tang Jinteng half-crouched in front of Qi Qi, stretched out his hand to hold his daughter's hand, and asked gently, "Qiqi, I am dad, do you remember?"
Qi Qi looked at Tang Jinteng, and Tang Jin Teng looked at Qi Qi's gradually focused eyes. He was filled with joy and held her hand tightly.
"Qiqi, Qiqi, take a good look at daddy, okay?" Tang Jinteng said softly.
Seventeen's hand retracted, Tang Jinteng held it for a while but finally let go, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, let's go home first, okay?"
"Go home..." Shiqi murmured.
It's not that she can't see the world, it's that she doesn't want to see it. When her father half-crouched in front of her, she pulled away her consciousness again, unwilling to see or listen. The hands and feet she just stretched out gradually retracted themselves.
world.
She is so disappointed in the relatives around her that she is unwilling to accept them anymore.
Such a cowardly person, on the one hand, feels sorry for his parents and relatives, but on the other hand, he cruelly pushes everyone away, no one wants him, and no one wants to admit him. The contradiction tortures himself and makes him suffer.
Tang Jinteng smiled softly, with tears streaming down his face. He approached Shi Qi, tentatively picked her up little by little with his hands.
"Let's go home, be good..."
Shi Qi circled his father's neck, looked away, and hummed the nursery rhyme softly.
Rong Zhen looked at President Tang who was walking out, and his eyes became dark. If there was a song that seemed to come back, it was not as brisk as he heard before, but became ethereal and sad, with a touch of sadness, brushing through the depths of his heart.
Pain. Most people who have had a heart injury are easily infected. Rong Zhen covered his heart that was aching.
How many shackles did she have to bear before she was so desperate that she blocked herself?
She doesn't want to see her family, why?
Tang Jinteng carried Seventeen back to the quiet villa. She curled up and fell asleep, pulling the quilt.
Tang Jinteng was sitting next to the sofa. At this moment, he realized that it was his father that his daughter was running away from!
He just wanted to protect her from the wind and rain, but he harmed her for the rest of her life. Tang Jinteng covered his eyes with his big palms and burst into tears.
No one is wrong, it is his father who is wrong. His wife is right, he wanted to control his daughter's life single-handedly, which led to the current result. If he is willing to let go and let his daughter find her own happiness, he will not interfere.
If it were too much, my daughter would not be what she is today.
At this moment, he understood that she repeatedly sang that nursery rhyme, her subconscious intention. She did not want to be restrained, she wanted a free life, her own life, not a preset and arranged life.
.
Tang Jinteng sat there until dawn and went to the club early in the morning, looking a little haggard.
There were a lot of people coming in and out of the Chamber of Commerce today, more than yesterday. Tang Jinteng was dealing with exhaustion, and his health condition was very worrying.
Such a legendary man who has never been soft-hearted or begged for anything in his life is now worried about his children. As long as his children can recover, he is willing to spend all his family wealth.
Maybe he has really committed too many sins, so now he is working tirelessly to help people, helping young people to do anything he can, doing anything to make money in business, and accumulating blessings for his children bit by bit.
Rong Zhen sent the document to Tang Jinteng, "President Tang, please take a look."
Tang Jinteng looked at the share ratio, said nothing, signed directly, and then handed the document back to Rong Zhen.
