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Just like that, Little Furong packed her bags and left the house quietly.

In fact, he didn't have any burdens, he just took this cookbook secretly.

Because there is his favorite fried beef with onions in the recipe, which is a dish that the patriarch cooked for him. In the future, if the patriarch doesn't cook it for him, he will learn how to cook it himself.

Then this run away from home officially ended after an hour and a half...

Because when the patriarch wanted to peek at Xiao Furong's room in the middle of the night, he found that the person was missing. The anxious man rushed out of the house to look for someone without even changing his slippers.

The patriarch ran all the way, shouting Xiao Furong's name all the way, waking up the people in several buildings in the community.

"Psycho, you!"

"What's the point of barking if you don't sleep there in the middle of the night?!"

"Call me to call the police again!"

"..."

The people complained.

But the patriarch was still shouting.

He only cares about whether Little Furong is lost, where Little Furong can go, whether Little Furong will be in danger if she goes out alone in the middle of the night, and what will happen if she is in danger.

The man was so anxious that he galloped on the road wearing a pair of slippers, searching frantically, but he couldn't find it, not even half a person.

He seemed to have lost the most important thing, and he was so panicked that he suddenly realized the importance of such things to him. He was afraid that once he lost it, he would never get it back.

The helpless look of the man was very similar to when Little Furong was waiting for him at home.

Where will Little Furong go?

The patriarch's sense of fear became more and more intense, and he was about to scratch his scalp.

After searching aimlessly for an hour, he finally found Little Hibiscus in a small park nearby.

When little Furong was found, she was sitting on a swing in the park with a book in her arms. The clothes on her body were very thin, and the boy fell asleep with his head tilted.

Fortunately, no one was lost.

The patriarch finally breathed a sigh of relief, he wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

There were a lot of thoughts in his heart, and the emotion of losing and regaining went straight to his brain. He really wanted to run over desperately, but he stopped when he just took a step.

He just slowly, slowly approached.Afraid that his strides would wake up the guy, he made all his movements silently.

Walking in front of little Furong, the patriarch took off his long trench coat and gently put it on little Furong, for fear that the frail boy would catch cold from the night wind.

Then, the man quietly squatted down in front of Little Furong, quietly looking at the people on the swing——

Little Furong was sleeping soundly.

Thin bangs hung on his forehead, thick and long eyelashes covered his eyelids, his moist mouth was partly opened, his brows were slightly furrowed, the boy was as quiet as a sleeping rabbit.

cute and nice.

Suddenly, the patriarch seemed to have an illusion: it seems that as long as he has the person in front of him, he can own the whole world.

What ancestral precepts, what family rules, what the world does not allow, all are not as important as the person in front of you.

But he, a bastard, almost lost such an important person.

Finding something lost is the best thing in the world.After losing and recovering, the most important thing to do is to cherish.

The patriarch thought of the thought of wanting to eat Little Furong that he hadn't stopped in the past few days, and he was still afraid.

Fortunately, Little Furong just ran away from home. If she was really eaten by him, she would never see her again.

Full of affection and doting, he brushed away the broken hair that was half hidden in front of Little Furong's eyes, trying to see this lovely face more clearly, but unexpectedly, Little Furong woke up.

When he woke up, he saw his brother.

The boy's eyes were red and swollen, obviously from crying a lot.

His eyelashes were dim, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Brother...?"

The patriarch held his face in distress, and pressed his forehead against the other side: "I'm sorry."

Little Furong wanted to cry again.

The patriarch's voice was a little low, and he stroked the corners of Little Furong's eyes with his fingertips, and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't say that I hate you, I shouldn't go against my own will, I shouldn't make you sad, I shouldn't bully you, I shouldn't make you grow up." I'm sorry for running away from home in the middle of the night."

Sorry for so many, little Furong's nose turned red, and she couldn't stop crying.

Hot tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and slid onto the patriarch's fingers.

The patriarch smiled helplessly, and wiped away his tears carefully, saying: "What a crying little bag."

In fact, at this moment, the patriarch had so many thoughts in his mind that his brain couldn't handle them.These thoughts are complicated, all arising from the people in front of him, and they are about to overwhelm the head of the patriarch.

The patriarch thought, people say they like you, but if you want to eat them up, that would be a shame.

He thought again, after all, he and Xiao Furong met once, and if there is friendship, he still has to give face.

He continued to think, can't let the other party's loyalty shine through the ditch, right?this is not good.

He finally thought, that’s fine, let’s stop eating.Not because of soft-heartedness, nor because of reluctance, but because of wanting to give face to the other party.

Yes, Little Furong can't be eaten, and Little Furong has to be kept by his side, Nan Geer, for the rest of his life.

——The patriarch made a happy decision like this.

And at the next moment, the man gently held up Little Furong's face, and kissed it deeply.

The author says:

Applause.