Chapter 122

He Junfeng listened to Su Haitang's complaint like a running account, as well as the last straightforward resentment and disappointment. Suddenly, he was tongue tied.

"I, I don't know."

"OK, don't burn the fire." Su Haitang beat two eggs, stirred them evenly and sprinkled them slowly in the boiling soup pot to form two circles of beautiful egg flowers.

She sprinkled scallions, added some salt, and found a large bowl of thick porcelain to hold the soup.

In the clear soup, there are red diced tomatoes, yellow flocculent egg flowers, green and white scallion flowers, bright color and fragrant.

Su Haitang rushed down the plate and cold mixed a white sugar tomato.

He Junfeng stood at a loss and suddenly felt that he was particularly inconvenient and redundant in this small stove.

His eyes moved with Su Haitang's figure, and he was shocked to find that under her loose old patched clothes, she was much thinner than he thought!

"Sorry, what I said before was a little heavy."

He Junfeng's words were low, and his gentle and elegant face was stained with gloom.

"Since the day when the child was lost eighteen years ago, Fang Qiong has fallen ill. She has cried her eyes out during the month. When her tears run out, she cries and bleeds."

"I kept comforting her, asked her to be stronger, encouraged her and said that we would find the child. I comforted her that our child was so cute that even if he was not around us, he would live well. No one had the heart to bully her."

His voice was dry and ironic.

"I said the same thing again and again. It was 18 years. In order for her to believe it, I had to believe it and hypnotize myself completely."

He sighed and looked at her vaguely.

"No, she can't make it. But now she can make it to the limit."

"You don't understand how hard we've been looking for you over the years, how many disappointments we've experienced, and we're about to despair. But looking at Fang Qiong's suffering from exhaustion but gritting her teeth, we can only cheer up and continue to look for ourselves and others."

"She is a good mother and loves you more than my father."

He Junfeng's eyes gradually returned to Qingming, and he looked a little cold after his warmth.

"You're right. This anonymous letter is too strange. But you don't understand. At the critical moment when FangQiong was notified of her next two critical illness, that letter is a life-saving medicine!"

"I can't imagine how determined she is to hold on and refuse to go to sleep. She is eager to see you."

"She is my wife. We had a short sweet time after marriage, but then there was an incomparably long period of despair and suffering."

He Junfeng analyzed himself unreservedly, showing weakness and sincerity.

"You're right. I haven't raised my daughter for a day. I don't have much feelings. It's more a responsibility and an urgent hope that she can bring change to my family."

"Even, there is a trace of complaint."

He said this sentence a little hard, but he said it clearly.

He Junfeng raised his hand to Su Haitang's surprised eyes, rubbed his face with a wry smile, and secretly wiped away the wet meaning in his eyes.

"I understand that my daughter is innocent. Losing you is our incompetence as parents."

"But I've been looking for you for 18 years. My family doesn't start a family. My wife is like a walking corpse and can't get up from illness. However, I have to endure sadness, patiently comfort her, say what I don't believe, and occasionally complain about you."

He pulled the corners of his mouth with an ugly smile.

"Especially when I looked for it according to the picture, I found that you were not similar to my daughter of 18 years. I didn't adapt and couldn't turn around immediately."

"I thought you were badly taught by them."