Baby, wait until you grow up

Wu Min continued: "I'm jealous of the women who once appeared in his life, and I don't like those other people or things that occupy his eyes because I love him very much. Ningning, Auntie doesn't expect you to like me so much, but I hope you will give me more time to spend with your father."

She doesn't know how much the young man understands the hidden meaning in the words.But the boy's face was pale, and he looked as if he would faint at any time.Wu Min smiled in satisfaction, and walked out.

"Auntie."

The boy called out in a low voice, but Wu Min stopped.

"If my father made mistakes before, wouldn't you not like him?" His voice was like sand, "If you really love someone, you will love him when he loves you, and you will love him when he is indifferent to you." Will love him. Maybe a long life, just to wait until the day I know how to love him.”

However, when I knew that it was the first second of love, I had to admit that I had lost it.

The bitter taste spread instantly: or, before he understood, that person had already seen his heart clearly, so he stayed away from him.This cognition is like a large handful of ice slags hitting the heart hard, the blood is so cold and stinging that Bo Ning can't breathe for a long time.

At night, when An Hao returned home, the house was dark and quiet, and he was surprised.

"Ning Ning." Pressing the light switch, the hall was empty, An Hao couldn't help but panic, "Ning Ning,..." He stomped upstairs, grabbed the handle of the master bedroom's closed door, twisted it, and couldn't turn it. It was locked inside.

"Ning Ning, are you inside?" An Hao knocked on the door and asked.

"kindness."

The monotone was inaudible, but it was still caught by An Hao's keenness, hoarse and indistinct, which made his heart sink suddenly, "Ning Ning, what happened?"

"No."

"Then why are you crying?"

"..."

"Open the door."

"I'm fine, Dad don't worry."

"Open the door."

"Please, Dad." The child suddenly raised the volume, choking with hoarse voice: "I want to be alone."

The sadness in the words is self-evident, An Hao was silent for a moment, and said: "Then, talk to Dad later, is that okay?"

For a long time, there was no response, and the air was heavy.An Hao stood outside the door, only feeling that his chest was oppressed and difficult to relieve. He pulled his tie and let out a long breath.An Boning sat on the floor with his legs curled up, leaning his head against the door.He didn't know how long he sat there, and when he returned to the room, Li didn't have the strength to walk to the bed.

This room is filled with the smell of my father and myself, and with a shallow breath, every inch of my heart is covered.