Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

He Junfeng was suddenly speechless when he heard Su Haitang's chronic complaints and the outright resentment and disappointment at the end.

I, I don't know.

Okay, there's no need to turn on the fire. Su Haitang cracked two eggs, stirred them evenly and slowly sprinkled them into the boiling soup pot, forming two rings of beautiful egg flowers.

She sprinkled green onion on it, added some salt, and found a large thick porcelain bowl to hold the soup.

In the clear soup, there are red diced tomatoes, yellow silky frangipani flowers, green and white chopped green onions, the color is bright and the aroma is tangy.

Su Haitang flushed the cutting board, and mixed a sugar tomato.

He Junfeng stood at a loss, suddenly felt that he was in the way and superfluous in this small kitchen.

His eyes followed Su Haitang's figure, and he was shocked to find that under her loose old patched clothes, she was much thinner than he imagined!

Sorry, what I said before was a bit harsh.

He Junfeng spoke in a low voice, and his gentle and refined face was stained with sadness.

Since the day the child was lost eighteen years ago, Fang Qiong has fallen ill. During the confinement period, she cried and broke her eyes. When the tears flowed out, she cried and bleeds.

I kept comforting her, asking her to be stronger, encouraging her that we will definitely find the child, and comforting her by saying that our child is so cute, even if he is not by our side, he will have a good life, and no one can bear to bully her she.

His voice was a little dry and sounded a little mocking.

I kept saying the same thing over and over again for eighteen years. In order for her to believe it, I had to believe it first and completely hypnotized myself.

He sighed, looking at her with a dazed look.

If you don't say that, she can't hold on. But now she has reached her limit.

You don't understand how hard we have been looking for you these years, how many disappointments we have experienced, and we are almost desperate. But seeing Fang Qiong's mentally and mentally exhausted but gritting teeth, we can only cheer up and continue to deceive ourselves and others. go down.

She is a good mother and loves you more than my father.

He Junfeng's eyes gradually regained clarity, and after the warmth passed, he appeared a little cold.

You're right, this anonymous letter is too strange. But you don't understand, at the critical moment when Fang Qiong was notified of her critical illness twice in a row, that letter was simply a life-saving medicine!

I can't imagine what kind of perseverance she used to hold on and refuse to let go of it and go to sleep. She is always looking forward to seeing you.

She is my wife. After we got married, we had a short sweet time, but after that it was an extremely long period of despair and suffering.

He Junfeng analyzed himself unreservedly, showing weakness and sincerity.

You're right. I haven't raised my daughter for a day, and I don't have much affection. It's more of a responsibility, an urgent hope that she can bring change to my family.

Even, there is a trace of complaint.

It was a bit difficult for him to say this sentence, but he still said it clearly.

He Junfeng met Su Haitang's surprised eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his face with a wry smile, and wiped away the moisture in his eyes covertly.

I understand that my daughter is innocent, and losing you is our incompetence as parents.

But I have been looking for you for eighteen years. My family is not married. My wife is like a dead body. I can't get sick. But I still have to endure my sadness, comfort her patiently, say things I don't believe, and occasionally complain when I'm tired. you.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing an ugly smile.

Especially when I searched for it according to the map and found that you were not at all similar to the daughter I described for eighteen years. I was a little uncomfortable and couldn't turn the corner right away.

I thought you were taught badly by them.