He Is Warmer Than Time

Tang Ji'an stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, his voice was hoarse: "Aunt Zhou, what I always thought was that if I could meet that woman's daughter in my lifetime, I would definitely avenge her by any means, hurt her, and let her taste it too. Taste the pain and suffering I have experienced over the years."

Aunt Zhou stood by the bed and touched his head: "What then?"

Xu drank too much alcohol and did not sleep well at night. His eyes were full of red blood, and his voice became more and more desolate: "But now, when I really saw her, I... I found that I couldn't hurt her. I really can’t do anything about it..."

Aunt Zhou feels distressed: "Isn't it great to let go of the hatred?"

Tang Ji'an shook his head and looked pained: "I didn't let go of my hatred, but the object of hatred was her. I was unwilling, too unwilling, and I couldn't let her **** pain. I think God is too unfair to me."

Aunt Zhou felt more and more distressed: "So you saw the woman's child? Does your father know? Didn't your father have been looking for more than ten years? Why didn't you see him bring the two children home?"

Tang Ji'an sneered and said with red eyes: "That kid hates him, he doesn't dare to recognize that kid."

Aunt Zhou wondered: "So has your father seen that child?"

The taste of a hangover made Tang Jian feel a headache. He whispered: "In the end, he will definitely recognize that child. Father only has two children of that woman in his eyes. No one in this world loves me. I have always I know."

Aunt Zhou's eyes turned red: "Jian, don't say that, if your mother is still alive."

Tang Ji'an raised his eyes to look at her: "Do you think my mother loves me? If she loves me, will she commit suicide in front of my eyes? How old was I? Ah? Didn't she think of the psychological shadow it would bring to me?"

Aunt Zhou trembled: "That's because she was already sick at that time, and she can no longer care about other things."

Tang Ji'an waved his hand: "Yes, everyone has difficulties, Aunt Zhou, you go out first, I'll be alone for a while."

Aunt Zhou whispered: "There is porridge stewed in the kitchen. When you are hungry, go down and drink a little, eh?"

"understood."

Aunt Zhou left the room.

This bungalow in Sinan Mansion has always been lived in by Tang Ji'an. Aunt Zhou will come to clean him and cook for him every day.

He was accustomed to the life of a person, thinking that...

Oh, everything is his own passion, now it looks ridiculous and sad.

But when I saw Aunt Zhou, who had just come downstairs, came up again, knocked on his door, and the probe came in: "Jian, your father just called."

Tang Ji'an turned his head: "What's the matter?"

"Your father asked you to go to his side for dinner at night, saying that someone named Song Ran would also go."

Tang Ji'an's expression trembled, Song Ran will also go? Have Song Ran and his father cleared up their previous complaints? Have you recognized Song Ran as a daughter?

Can't think of any clues, he whispered: "I see."

Aunt Zhou cautiously said, "Jian, will you go?"

Tang Ji'an stretched his hand and pressed his eyebrows: "Let's talk about it."

At five o'clock in the evening, Song Ran wore a very formal smoky pink suit in the Song family's house. Song Xuan arranged her clothes on the side, and she was a little puzzled: "Why did the mayor suddenly invite you to the mansion?"

Song Ran shrugged: "The Lord Mayor lowered his body and said that he wanted to make amends for me. I can't be too arrogant."

At that time, she didn't even know that Tang Qingru was her father. Naturally, it was easy to let go of her past grievances.