Otherwise, the baby has not been born, nor yet to winter, with her temperament, with the current living conditions, it is completely unnecessary, how can she waste time to do such things?

Holding the small semi-finished product, Lu Yanhao's body and mind seemed to be torn to pieces in an instant: Silly woman, she would not think she had been killed by a pit, and then she would hide like a turtle to lick the wound alone, right?

I don't know if it's the orphan's birth that makes her feel particularly isolated and insecure. Lu Yanhao also feels vaguely that she has been treated unfairly in many things, but she doesn't seem to care much and won't fight. It's just a little favor that makes her very easy to meet.

Her state, if not too unrequited, should be tormented by reality to the usual helplessness.

Is it because there is no one to depend on, so I don't think we can compete?

Thinking of how humble and bullied she was all the way, and how helpless she was to leave at last, Lu Yanhao's breath suddenly shrank. Unconsciously, he had already taken the small bamboo basket on the storage rack. This is her manual box. Often he could see her holding it.

Open it, Lu Yanhao just wanted to put the small shoes together, but he saw that there was a pile of thread in the big basket, various colors and thicknesses, as well as some woven cloth, and a pile of small clips like pins. On one side, there was a simple small book and a pen:

eh? Isn't it the one she often holds?

The brow is slightly twisted, and Lu Yanhao is still slightly puzzled: in memory, it's just like this, but the basket is basically empty. It's just a thread and two or three needles she weaves! But this one in my hand is obviously full.

After flipping around, Lu Yanhao picked up the small book on the edge.

Open it, draw some strange symbols, mark some numbers, and obvious algorithm.

After all, her specialty would use data and algorithms. Lu Yanhao didn't care about it. He flipped under his palm, and suddenly a line of small words came into his eyes:

[he lied to me, the first time, he was not happy ~]

his brain was stunned for two seconds. Lu Yanhao stroked and rubbed his eyes, then he could not believe it Quickly rewind the page number of the book, and focus on it again. His mind also flashed some fragmentary pictures:

these algorithms and patterns, is it she who calculated the number of weaves? So I drew a curve similar to the pattern and put it in this basket?

Plus? Minus? Collect?

Should it be the meaning of adding and subtracting stitches and closing stitches? Then these are the lines she recorded! Page by page, Lu Yanhao is in series, and some of her characters begin to understand the order.

According to the time!

If so, is it him?

For a long time, Lu Yanhao's brain was blank: when did it happen? When did he cheat her?

(the more you don't want to believe, the truth is always so cruel! What's the meaning of this sentence?

[Mikimoto didn't give it to me, but I risked it, but he didn't seem to see -]

[he said he liked his daughter. He was supposed to be happiest, but he couldn't be happy at all! Is it because of the illegitimate girl? ]

……

(in fact, I know everything, but I'm not willing to accept or give up! I think I'm used to a man, and I don't know what I'm afraid of, but I'll never forget the dark and lonely prison, that sweet little cake to the bottom of my heart, he is the first person to see me after the sentence, and the only one! No one knows my loneliness and fear, but he gave me a bright light and hope!

[the sweater has been knitted, but there is no delay. There is one that can be taken! ]

……

[he's looking at the picture, the cloud light is on ~]

[I know he's probably just using me, the formula is handed over, and my utilization value is more than half of it. I don't know how to get to today, but my baby has changed from accident to my life gratitude! ]

[being said stupid again! But still want to ask him why, why to cheat me? He said he would not cheat me It's still not exported, ah ~]

[very aggrieved, very hard to bear, but I still want to have a birthday with him, eat cake together, and bear for a few days! Don't want to destroy the atmosphere, at least have a birthday with someone, have a cake to eat to be happy ~

The book is very small, and it's just a few words on each page. The longest page is not full. Turning it over, Lu Yanhao's throat is also sour:

when is this? Where does she come from?

Because there is no date, every page is such a short sentence or a few words, occasionally interspersed with a few graffiti or numbers or curves. For a while, Lu Yanhao's brain is also dizzy. He has turned it back and forth several times, gradually connecting some scattered pictures in his mind, and the tears in his eyes roll up with the waves:

he understands! He understood it all!

Mikimoto? What's that? By the way, the pearl earrings that father ordered for mother?

Her ears and eyes are specially for him?

She said that her illegitimate daughter is not yunxiaoduo, right?

Did she see the picture in the study? She knew he had a past with yunxiyi? Even she thought of the cloud lamp?

Does she think yunxiaoduo is his child? Why should she be happy but not happy? Is it because "he doesn't value men over women" or because "the baby in her belly is a girl"? Is she unhappy because she misunderstands that he will disperse his feelings to the so-called "illegitimate girl"? Or that he preferred the so-called illegitimate daughter?

Wrong! It's all wrong!

It's a big mistake. It's too wrong!

Although the boy came here like a sudden gust of wind in his brain, at first, he didn't have much consciousness, just felt that if he had, he should take the responsibility. But as her stomach grew larger and larger day by day, watching her laboriously pregnant with a baby and hard to conceive, feeling the sudden beating on her belly, the consciousness and burden of being a father seemed to suddenly press on his shoulder.

Because he is more and more aware of the coming of a new life, his eyes will be unconsciously attracted by children. When he occasionally sees children in roadside kindergartens coming out of school, he can't help but stop and wonder if his children will also line up in a long line in the future, and cute like a little grasshopper holding a small hand in a string; occasionally he sees it in his mobile phone No matter he was abducted, ill, left behind or abandoned, he will feel the same about the photos and news of children. Recently, he donated money to children in poverty-stricken areas several times in succession. Maybe it's because he wants to be a father and he really likes to see children. So when he sees yunxiaoduo, he likes it, but more sympathy. A child is only four years old , so thin and small, but suffering from the loss of father's love and pain, how can others' children be as good as their own?