Chapter 499

After hearing the whole details of the incident, Ji Zhengting was silent for a long time, a long time

He even felt cruel. Such a sad past, so he lived again. It's like the wound that has been scarred is torn open again.

Song's mother didn't want to tell her about Ji Ling's life experience, but now that everything has been said, there's no need to hide it. And the key point is that she hopes Ji Zhengting can help her to discipline Ji Ling well, and she can't let her go so willfully, otherwise, the child's future will be really ruined.

Ji Zhengting only felt that his heart was shrouded in a deep haze, which made him breathless. After brewing for a long time, he pulled himself out of the sad mood.

"Aunt song, please allow me to be here and thank you for my father." Ji Zhengting stood up and bowed to her solemnly and solemnly.

Song's mother is also immersed in grief, red eyes also store a layer of moisture. After waiting for more than 20 years, she thought she would go to another world to ask for it, but now it seems that she doesn't need it.

"On behalf of my mother, my sister, my grandparents, including myself, I would like to express my sincere and profound apology to you." He made another deep bow.

This apology must be said.

Everyone in the Ji family blamed her father's death on Liang Xiaoyu. They all thought that without her, his father would not choose to commit suicide, and their family would not become fragmented.

However, who knows, behind the truth, there is a sad, sad truth.

In the past, father, mother, aunt song, all three of them were victims, but who can blame them for all this?

The father would rather conceal his illness than make his mother sad? Or is it the mother's narrow-minded attitude to make trouble with her father again and again? Or, is it strange that Aunt song's kindness and forbearance should not meet her father at the end of his life?

No one is to blame, just God's will!

Song's mother recalled every bit of her life. She shook her head and said, "son, the reason why I told you this today is not that I can't hide it, nor that I want to clarify something for myself. I just want someone to understand your father's original pains and helplessness. No matter what he does right or not, I hope you must understand him and don't have any complaints against him. He may not be a good husband, but he is really a good father. "

Song said: "I never regret that I met him all my life, but I never regret that I can keep him."

At the end of the speech, Mother Song sighed silently and looked out of the window at the distant sky. Although the past is like smoke, but often think of, always feel as if it was still yesterday!

Ji Zhengting was immersed in heavy emotions and didn't speak for a long time.

Finally, song's mother put away her excess emotion and said to him, "Zheng Ting, aunt song has something to ask you..."

"Aunt song, don't say that. If you have anything, just say it. I'll try my best. "

"As for Lingling's life experience, you should know that she was the child I gave birth to. Over the years, I owe her. I'm afraid I can't make up for it in my life. " Speaking of this, Mother Song sighed, "so, you must help me keep this secret, help me take good care of her and cultivate her as an adult."

This is the greatest wish of mother song in her life.

"Aunt song, don't worry. No matter when, Lingling is my own sister; no matter what happens to her, I am her dependence. " Ji Zhengting said solemnly.

Song's mother nodded happily, but said anxiously: "this child is too headstrong now, and his temper is not good. You can't just indulge her and let her; it will hurt her in the future."

Ji Zhengting nodded, "I know. I'm looking for her now. When I get her back, I'll have a good talk with her. "

Song's mother took care of Ji Ling at first. During this period, she knew more about Ji Ling's temper and character.

With his words, song's mother was relieved, "it's also her blessing that my city can meet you, but it's a pity..."

"Aunt song, I can't give up. I don't want to lose her." Ji Zhengting's words are very firm, but a little timid; or inexplicably, his heart lacks some confidence.

Song's mother's eyes turned red again and sighed, "I can't manage so much about your affairs now. Everything is in accordance with the will of heaven."

Ji Zhengting's eyebrows were fixed, and suddenly he thought of another thing. He looked at Song's mother and hesitated to say, "aunt song, there's another thing, I want to venture to ask you."

"Ask."

"Qing Cheng's life experience..."

Song's mother saw a trace of amazement, "do you know?"

"Sorry, I just found out."

Song's mother had mixed feelings. She felt that if the secret was told, the burden of her heart could be put down. She also felt that the fact was cruel and sorry for her children."Qingcheng is a child who suffered from a congenital heart disease and was abandoned in the corridor of the stairs. When I was pregnant, all the villagers knew it. If the child suddenly disappeared, it would be hard to avoid gossiping. So I thought about leaving the child to be raised by myself; whether it's life or death, it's also a human life. Later, we took the child to the hospital for examination. The doctor told us that the child's heart was normal and there was no other disease. In this way, Qingcheng became our first child. "

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When Ji Zhengting arrived downstairs, his chest was still like blocking a mass of cotton, gloomy and breathless.

Song Qingcheng hears the sound of footsteps coming downstairs. When she comes out of song Xiaomei's room, she sees him with heavy and worried face.

What did he and his mother say in such a long time?

He looks even worse than when he first came here, so something must have happened.

When she came to him, Ji Zhengting saw her, and appropriately hid her emotion. Looking at her, a painful heart was about to twist, but her face was still covered with smile marks. He raised his hand and gently rubbed her cheek.

If he could, how he would like to hold her in his hand like this, he would never let anyone hurt her in his life.

"What did my mother tell you?" Song Qingcheng took his hand and took it off his face.

"Said something about the past, and then Let me take good care of you. " He pulled her long hair behind her and helped her close the collar.