Leng Qingwan curiously opened the album, his expression slightly changed, his eyes suddenly became moist, in the photo, the happy family has become like this.
Leng Qingguan in the photo is only one and a half years old. At that time, Lengfeng and Chen Xiumei were still very affectionate. Lengqingguan was also very happy at that time. She was very happy at that time, even though she just learned to call Mom and dad.
Leng Qingwan covers her mouth and looks through them one by one, and her inner pain reaches the top. She doesn't know why a very harmonious family will become like this. Her father is no longer the father before, and her mother can't get sick because she can't accept the fact.
At the age of three, people are still in the arms of their parents when they are three years old, and they have their parents to pick them up when they go to school.
But when Leng Qingguan was three years old, she remembered that a woman came to her father at that time. The whole family didn't know what they had said. She didn't know anything at that time. All she knew was that the whole family was very noisy. Her mother cried angrily and even fainted.
Leng Qingguan was scared to cry by such a scene at that time. She remembered her father's helplessness and silence at that time. She didn't know who the woman was and why she took away all the beauty of her childhood as soon as she appeared.
From that day on, she never got the care of her father. She even found that her mother's health was getting worse and worse. At that time, her grandfather was also there, always encouraging her.
When she was five years old, she finally understood some things in a muddle. That day, no one came to pick her up after school, so she ran home alone.
It's very quiet at home. She pushes the door into her mother's room. She wants to find her mother, but she finds that her mother's bedside is full of people, except her father.
Leng Qingwan was already very sensible at that time. She knew that something must have happened. She ran to Chen Xiumei's bedside crying, "Mom, what's the matter with you?"
Chen Xiumei's face was pale at that time, without any blood. She tried her last bit of strength to touch Leng Qingwan's head and said, "guan'er, I'm sorry, mom. I can't accompany you in the future. My grandfather has promised to send you to study abroad. If there's nothing wrong, I won't come back."
Leng Qingwan cried, "Mom, don't, don't leave me, our family is fine."
The corner of Leng batian's eye beside me was filled with tears. I couldn't help sighing. Finally, I didn't say anything.
Chen Xiumei tears from the corner of her eyes pulley, dripping on the pillow towel, she reluctantly touched Leng Qingwan's head, "Guaner, mother will always look at you, so you want to know?"
Leng Qingguan felt very powerful at that time. She nodded, "Mom, guan'er will be very obedient and obedient. Don't leave me, OK?"
Chen Xiumei put on a smile at the corner of her mouth, hung her hand heavily, and never raised it again.
Everyone present bowed their heads in silence for her, but there was still no shadow of Lengfeng.
Not long after Chen Xiumei was buried, Lengfeng naturally took Lin Jing home. Beside her stood a little girl, who looked several years younger than Leng Qingguan.
"Wan'er, come here!" Lengfeng said with a kind smile to Leng Qingwan.
Leng Qingwan looks at Lengfeng with strange eyes. She has no father in her mind. She only knows the title of father, but she doesn't feel father's love.