Stupidly Cute Qing Mei: The Childhood Friend is Too Black Bellied

There was a rattle of stairs upstairs outside, but the footsteps eventually stopped at the door of his room.

In Cheng Zhiyan's bedroom, only the lamp on the bedside table emits a faint light, and he is holding a crying little rabbit, as if he is sitting in an endless silent and dark universe, guarding a small light It is as if it caught the straw that fell into the water.

"Bunny ..." Cheng Zhiyan's voice had an unbelievable sadness. He patted her back gently and whispered in her ear: "If you want to cry, just cry. It will be easier to cry."

"Wow--!" After hearing this, Bunny started to cry and started to cry.

Cheng Zhiyan said nothing, just hugged her sitting on the bed silently and patted her gently.

It was hard to wait until the little rabbit's crying sounded a little, he touched her furry head, and her forehead rested on her forehead, and said softly: "Your dad didn't lie to you, he promised to send you to school and accompany you Attend the sports meeting together ... "

"But my mother just said that he would never come back again ..." Xiaotu looked at Cheng Yan with a chuckle and said in tears.

"Um ... no, he told me before he left. When he wasn't with you, I'll take you to school, accompany you to the sports meet, and then wait for you to grow up. Then he will return. At that time, he I can accompany you to do more things. "Cheng Zhiyan's fingers gently wiped the tears on the rabbit's face, and his voice was lowered toward her.

"What is more to do?" Xiao Tu asked with red eyes, toward Cheng Zhiyan.

"Well ... like cooking with you and raising a dog with you, don't you always want to have a puppy?"

"But my mother doesn't allow me to raise ..."

"When you grow up, he will allow you to raise him when Dad comes back." Cheng Zhiyan hugged the bunny and laid her little head on his shoulder. His warm cheek was cold against her because of tears. Xiaolian continued, "When you do what you want, your dad will accompany you."

"Can it be a cat?"

"can."

"Where's the turtle?"

"Also."

"Can you raise anything?"

"Huh ..." Cheng Zhiyan smiled softly at the bunny, watching her gradually stop crying, pinching her flesh and asking, "So when the time comes, the puppy you want to raise will be called What's the name? "

"Well ... let me think about it ..." After all, Bunny is still a small child. She doesn't know if death can't be resurrected, and whether her father really said these words to Cheng Zhiyan. She only knew that her brother in orange juice was the gentlest person in the world, and he never lied to himself.

The little rabbit mother and Cheng Zhiyan's mother standing outside the door listened to the children's conversation in the door and couldn't help crying.

Mother Bunny clutched the tissue paper in her hand tightly. The tissue paper that was already soaked, even if she wiped it on the face, did not wipe away more tears. "Fortunately, there is a word that the child is here, otherwise, I I really don't know how to face the bunny ... "

"Hey ... little boy, forget it after a while ..." Cheng Zhiyan's mother sighed, patted Xiaotu's mother's shoulders and turned towards the downstairs aisle: "It's you, please take a vacation during this time Right ... "