When he thought that his child had been abused for a year and he, the father, didn't notice it, he wanted to beat himself up.
How dull must he be?
How could that woman pretend to be okay in front of him?!
When he asked about his daughter's condition, how could that woman say that everything was fine with her daughter?!
terrible.
It's really terrible.
He actually put such a terrible person next to his daughter...
That woman has the nerve to say that his daughter is a devil?!
She herself is the most abominable devil!
...
As for what the woman said in the hospital, if he had some doubts in his heart before, now he completely thinks that the woman is talking nonsense.
His daughter was hurt so badly by her, and that woman even refused to let his daughter go to the hospital!
A child who is willing to endure all pain so that her father is not alone. How could she be willing to hurt such a good child?!
If you couldn't accept his daughter from the beginning, why did you marry him?
He has never concealed his daughter's existence.
He told the truth about his daughter's specialness.
What he wants is a wife who truly cares about his daughter and treats her well.
Rather than a femme fatale woman who does one thing in front of her but another behind her back, a duplicitous, sweet-talking, and a sword-fighting woman!
...
After getting the medicine, the man returned to the parking lot with his daughter in his arms.
Just when he was about to put his daughter in the passenger seat, her daughter pulled on his clothes.
He looked inquiringly.
The girl pointed in the direction of the back seat.
After being stunned for a moment, he realized that the girl was going to sit in the back seat.
Although I was a little confused as to why the girl suddenly wanted to sit in the back seat?
Didn't you sit in the passenger seat properly when you arrived?
Then he was a little amused at his own seriousness.
Maybe it was because I was sitting in the passenger seat when I came here, so when I went back, the child wanted to sit somewhere else.
A child.
He put his daughter in the back seat, fastened her seat belt, and then returned to the driver's seat.
…
While driving, he raised his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror. He saw a child holding a doll in the car, lowering his head as if saying something. The dim light and the music playing in the car made it difficult for him to distinguish the child's expression.
I couldn't hear clearly what the child was mumbling.
However, he smiled slightly.
I just thought the child was playing pretending to be drinking wine.
Seeing that the child's mood was not affected, the man felt relieved.
He was also worried that coming to the hospital would remind the child of bad memories.
This kid is much stronger than him.
The corners of the man's mouth raised.
But the look in his eyes was obscure and difficult to distinguish.
That woman also lives in that hospital.
He did not tell the child or visit her.
Although for a moment he really wanted to rush to the woman and ask her why she did this to his child?
But soon, he suppressed his thoughts.
The child is still around.
Nothing is as important as your children.
He took a deep breath.
Having made a mistake once, he will not make it a second time.
This time, he will take good care of the child.
He will never let anyone with evil intentions hurt his children again.
You will not let your children get hurt because of your carelessness.
learn from mistakes.
Thinking of the child's injuries, he felt that the loss was too great.
If he doesn't make progress, he will look down on himself.
…
When I got home, the sky outside the window was dim and the moonlight was pale.
It's getting late.
The man gave the girl medicine and let her lie on the bed.
The girl had no intention of falling asleep, but looked at the man with her big black eyes open, somewhat bashfully.
The man was stunned.
Then I noticed the child's glance towards the bedside table.
His eyes also turned away.
Then he saw the fairy tale book stacked on the bedside table.
There was a look of surprise on his face.
He remembered.
His wife used to read bedtime stories to the children every night.
After his wife left and he did not remarry, he would also read bedtime stories to his children.
Later, the person reading the story became his current wife.
That woman...
He even wondered if she had ever read a bedtime story to her child?
Ah.
The next second, he sneered in his heart.
Still doubtful?
How could such a cruel woman have such patience?
…
"Which one would Qiqi want to listen to?"
The man took a stack of fairy tale books on the bedside table.
"Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, the Daughter of the Sea, the Ugly Duckling...Little Red Riding Hood..."
"Little Red Riding Hood?"
The girl nodded.
"OK."
The man put the other storybooks back on the bedside table and opened the Little Red Riding Hood storybook.
"Qiqi, lie down."
Seeing that the child was about to come over, the man smiled and gently pressed the child's shoulder.
"Close your eyes."
"Just listen."
The girl closed her eyes obediently, holding a doll in her arms.
The man frowned slightly.
In his impression, this child did not have the habit of sleeping with a doll in his arms.
Is it because of a lack of security?
Under the dim bedside lamp, the man's face looked a little uncertain.
But soon, the corners of the man's mouth turned up.
He found that the child's eyes secretly opened a crack to look at him.
"Daddy is going to start reading a story."
The man put his hand over the child's eyes and said, "Qiqi, please close your eyes obediently."
The child hugged the doll tightly and nodded seriously.
The eyelids are closed tightly, and the long eyelashes tremble slightly.
"Don't try so hard."
The man warned the child, "Be careful of eye pain."
The child's tight little face suddenly relaxed.
The man shook his head in amusement, "Okay, daddy is going to start reading Little Red Riding Hood."
"Ahem~"
The man cleared his throat.
It had been a long time since I read a storybook to my child, and he was inexplicably nervous.
"Once upon a time, there was a lovely little girl..."
…
The man put down the fairy tale book in his hand.
The child has fallen asleep.
The sound of gentle breathing brushed the down on the doll's body.
He smiled and helped the child straighten the broken hair on his forehead.
The soft hair made his heart feel soft.
He put the fairy tale book back on the bedside table and turned off the bedside lamp.
He sat in the darkness for a while, then quietly left the room.
"Click~"
After an inaudible sound, the door was closed.
The man walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette.
He can smoke.
I smoked it before.
But after his wife became pregnant, he stopped smoking so much at home.
One time he came back from smoking outside and wanted to hold his child. After the child held his nose and rejected him, he stopped smoking outside.
He was not a heavy smoker to begin with.
Quitting smoking was almost a piece of cake for him.
Now, for the first time in so many years, he smokes at home.
...
The evening air is a bit cool.
But it just made his somewhat chaotic brain clear up.