The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Ye Jian's lips trembled when she saw her father's face was ashen and lifeless.

She didn't dare to say it because she was afraid that when her father found out, she was so sad that something would go wrong. He loved her mother so much, and was looking forward to being reunited with her.

As a result, she, the daughter, wanted to shatter his hope for more than twenty years with her own hands.

"Dad, these are the original words that my mother wrote in the diary. I don't have it with me now. I will show you my mother's diary when I get home next time. Mom really doesn't hate you." Ye Jian dared not say no. Yes, I just hope that my words will make my father feel comfortable.

"Silly daughter, your mother didn't hate me, but she was disappointed, disappointed..."

Dad Fu shook his head lightly, laughing and crying, so sad that his shoulders collapsed, "There is a saying that "sorrow is greater than death of your heart"... Silly daughter, your mother's heart is dead, how can you hate Dad."

Ye Jian had no way to answer this, because her mother's diary really had the breath of death in her heart. When she read it, she understood that her mother's "sorrow is greater than death of heart", so she hated her father and thought that he had abandoned her. Mother.

But what's wrong with Dad?

No.

Dad is right.

"No, no, Dad, when you read Mom's diary, you'll see that Mom really doesn't regret having sex with you. I swear, Mom doesn't really regret it."

Although my mother was very sad, she did not regret it.

Dad Fu knew that it was his daughter comforting him, and seeing that Ye Jian had already cried until her face was full of tears, he quickly took out a tissue and hurriedly went to wipe Ye Jian's tears.

He moved too violently, and he didn't notice that there was a set of tea set at hand, and inadvertently swept and propped it with one hand, and all the small teacups made of purple sand on the tea set were touched, and even the purple sand teapot almost overturned.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." Without picking up the overturned teacup, Dad Fu wiped Ye Jian's tears clumsily, "Don't cry, don't cry, if your mother knew that I made you cry, she would be heartbroken. Blame me."

"Dad knows, you don't want to say it, and you don't want Dad to be sad. Dad knows...you know, darling, don't cry. Your mother is such a kind person, how can you hate Dad, Dad knows, don't cry."

When he was in a hurry, Dad Fu said everything from his hometown.

How could he make his daughter sad?

cannot!

he can not!

No matter how much his wife hates him or resents him, he suffers.

Outside, the old gentleman came with a cane. The sound of "Deng Deng" alarmed the father and daughter in the tea room. Ye Jian took out a tissue to wipe her tears.

"It's getting late, you have to leave, or you won't be able to catch the plane. If you have anything to say, you can tell it in the car or on the plane." The old gentleman came to remind him of the time, and listened to the situation inside by the way.

Dad Fu got up first, hurriedly and violently, his tall body swayed violently, and Ye Jian got up in shock, and quickly supported Dad Fu with his eyes and hands.

I only felt that Dad Fu, who was blackened in front of him, stabilized his body, lightly patted Ye Jian's hand in front of his arm, and whispered in a low voice: "Don't tell your grandfather that the old man is old, Don't take it anymore."

When he opened the door in the past, Dad Fu pressed the corner of his eyes with Ye Jian on his back, for fear that the old man would see something different.

The old gentleman didn't ask how he said it. His wise eyes swept across the tea room, and he knew that he must have said it.