Reborn Only to Love You Again

Wang Dahu felt that he had never been so angry in the past two lives.

When he jumped desperately and took Li Qingran out of it, when he looked at him with his hands and face full of feces, his eyes were filled with ashes, his urge to kill filled his mind.

When Sun Dazhuang saw Wang Dahu coming, they all felt a little guilty.

Half-year-olds are begging for dogs, and they are nothing but rumors. If they really do it, they have no courage. Seeing that Wang Dahu was so desperately guarding that cheap seed, all of them could not help but feel a little scared. After all, this kid is even the lunatic of the Li family dare to knock!

"Let's go!" Sun Dazhuang's obese body ran swiftly, and the others ran into each other and followed.

Wang Dahu can't take care of these goods now, he quickly carried Li Qingran on his body and ran towards his home.

The black back in the yard heard the movement and started barking wildly.

The old lady pushed out the door to see, and she saw her grandson, who appeared suddenly and covered with booty, almost scared.

"It's awkward, it's awkward," Granny Dahu walked softly, "How come you ... how did you get out of the dunghill?"

"Oh! Milk, I'll explain to you later, you go to the boiling water first."

Wang Dahu put Li Qingran on the scoop of his hut, and quickly stabbed all his clothes.

Li Qingran closed his eyes tightly, silent, as if dead, making his heart more anxious.

Although the dung pit is large but not very deep, plus it is winter, most of the contents are full of atmosphere. There is no danger to life even if it falls inside. It's just--Wang Dahu touched the little purple face distressed, this humiliation is the most terrible.

After boiling the water, Da Hu and grandma washed Li Qingran clean.

He also quickly made a lasso.

The smell on both of them was disgusting, and the doors and windows were opened straight away, which was slightly relieved.

In the outbuilding, the old woman grabbed her grandson and asked, asking.

As soon as Wang Dahu was afraid of the light in his head, he ran to the phone and hung up at home.

On the other side, Zhang Fang just cried when he heard his voice.

Early this morning, Wang Dahu sneaked out of the house and took a long-distance bus to Xingye Village. Zhang Fang was busy looking at the shop and went to him for a while. When he found something was wrong, Wang Dahu was almost there.

What is the worst news for a mother?

The answer is that the child is lost.

At this moment, when he heard his son's voice sound, how could Zhang Fang not be excited.

Of course, after this excitement, there is a furious anger that has never been seen before.

Wang Dahu listened to the hysterical hysteria of his mother and mother on the phone, and couldn't help feeling guilty. It was too much of a chorus. After listening honestly for more than half an hour of scolding, until Zhang Fang left the sentence: "Come back and pack up, now let grandma answer the phone", Wang Dahu's ears were finally liberated.

The cat waist entered the room, and Li Qingran on his back was still lying quietly, and Wang Dahu carefully gave him a quilt.

After a few more hours, it was completely dark.

Dahu's grandfather came back from the village committee, and it was a great curse to see the sudden appearance of his grandson.

Grandma Dahu hurried forward when she saw this. Although she was afraid, she felt happy to see her grandson again.

"Our tiger is so capable! How small it is to be able to ride a car by yourself!"

If this is the usual Wang Dahu, he would have to hit the snake and say something like, "This is a tiger without a dog", but now he is worried about Li Qingran! There is no spirit to play treasure again. The old man looked at his grandson who was embarrassed. After all, he felt upset and gained the upper hand. After saying a few words, he stopped his mouth.

The old lady was so excited because of her grandson that she had to cook two more dishes.

Wang Dahu helped her set fire in the kitchen.

"Milk ..." Wang Dahu asked the old lady softly, "How many days has my mother gone?"

The meat-slicing hand snapped, and the old lady sighed, "It's probably seven or eight days!"

"Are you sure you left?"

The old lady glanced back at the grandson, and that Kong Xiumei had run away with other men rather than running away. But it wasn't suitable for children to tell, and he turned around and said, "Who knows, maybe I'll be back in two days!"

Will you be back in two days?

That is impossible!

Wang Dahu thought sadly: In his last life, Kong Xiumei never returned.

To that woman, he really couldn't tell what it was like.

Is she poor? She is certainly poor.

Is she unlucky? She is certainly unlucky.

Shouldn't she run away? Of course she should flee.

But, what about it?

What pitiful and unfortunate as she was?

Abandoned by my mother alive, but how to enter a more miserable life?

How did he survive the last life?

A mentally troubled father.

A mother who ran away from home, how did he survive such a little!

He was obviously so cute, so kind, and wanted to be happy. Why did God want to be so cowardly, and he didn't even give him that little hope.

"Tiger, are you crying?"

"Ah! It's so smoky ... milk, let us live in our house tonight!"

"You can say anything!".

In the evening, Wang Dahu was lying in the bed and looked at Li Qingran beside him quietly.

He has been sleeping since he took him back, and hasn't woke up.

The cold moonlight shone in from the window, making his little pale face more transparent. Unconsciously, he reached out and gently touched his brows.

In previous lives, Li Qingran always liked to frown.

At that time, Wang Dahu would stroke his eyebrows as gently as he does now. Although the man was annoying on his mouth, a comfortable expression appeared on his face.

Wang Dahu laughed that he was a cat, so he had to touch his hair.

He was caught in the memories of the past, but he didn't find that, in the touching again and again, the person beside him opened his eyes gently.

"Ran, Ran Ran, you woke up!" Wang Dahu sat up for a moment, touching the little face in excitement.

However, although Li Qingran woke up, his mental state was very wrong.

Mu dull, like a puppet without a soul.

Wang Dahu could not help but feel a great pain in his heart.

重 He was resurrected for a lifetime, so far he couldn't find half words that could comfort him.

"You still have me!" Wang Dahu fluttered at him, hugging him tightly in his arms, and kept saying, "You still have me!"

Maybe dozens of times, maybe hundreds of times. When Wang Dahu spoke this sentence again and again, a very small cry suddenly sounded, and the voice was very small, very thin, but it was like that Depression, full of sorrow and helplessness.

The only thing Wang Dahu can do is hug him even harder and tell him with his body.

You still have me.

Early the next morning, Wang Dahu opened his eyes.

Li Qingran was still in his arms, and gently moved his position, but woke him up unexpectedly.

The two eyes were opposite.

Wang Dahu took the lead in "missing teeth" and smiled.

"Wake up, you can sleep again, it's not too bright yet!"

Li Qingran glanced at him quietly, lowered his eyes, and didn't talk.

Based on his familiarity with him for the rest of his life, Wang Dahu knew that the kitten agreed.

Gave him a quilt, Wang Dahu put on his clothes, washed his face, and went to the kitchen.

Last night, the old lady made four dishes. Among them, soy sauce and pork ribs stewed with beans, Wang Dahu fried the eggs again, and the main food was millet porridge and white noodles.

He was called up, and Wang Dahu fed him by hand.

It ’s just that he eats very little. If it ’s not forcibly fed, he wo n’t even be able to eat half a bowl.

After the two had eaten well, Li Qingran would sacrifice.

Wang Dahu quickly asked what he was doing?

After a long time, he said, "Go home."

Even though there is no mother there, there is still a father, so that's home, not Wang Dahu's, but only Li Qingran's home.

"I see you off".

Wang Dahu's clothes were obviously bigger on Li Qingran's body for several laps. It seemed that he was getting thinner under the clothes, holding his hand, and the two walked silently towards the village east. It was still the solitary large thatched cottage. As soon as the two entered the room, they heard the sound of a dingling light on the door and intermittent wailing of the man in the innermost room.

Wang Dahu calmed his eyes and asked him softly, "How long has he been like this?"

"... since Mom left"

For the mentally ill, the most unbearable should be the stimulation from the outside, and Kong Xiumei's departure undoubtedly ignited Li Changgui's madness again.

Too dangerous!

Wang Dahu clenched his fists tightly.

The last time he died of a lunatic knife, he knew how dangerous such a person was.

Li Changgui had a tendency to be violent. When his wife hit his wife when he was no longer, did he not hit his son? Although he is still so young, he can't stay by his side all the time. If something really happened, wouldn't it be regretful?

Instantly, Wang Dahu made up his mind.

He must not let Li Qingran be with him.