Ronan felt his body slowly cool down.
How much can a young, beautiful, talented and talented woman bear?
Her self-esteem makes her unable to beg for mercy, but life gives her suffering again and again. Every time she chooses a man in person is wrong. In the end, even her own body can't make decisions and give birth to a married husband's child.
Fu Tingyuan looked down at the strange color on Luonan's early face. He bowed his head and kissed the corner of her eye and asked, "what's the matter?"
Ronan looked up at him vaguely at the beginning: "what happened to that child?"
Fu Tingyuan was slightly stunned for a moment, and then calmly spoke slowly: "that child was doomed to be a tragedy from the very beginning. He was not loved by his mother, nor understood by his father. He became withdrawn, cold, selfish and even cold-blooded. But he was very lucky, he met a woman who loved him deeply, she gave him the love he had never felt in his life. This is the luckiest thing in his life
Ronan was silent at first. She hugged him and felt the beating heart in the man's chest.
She didn't know if she should ask who the woman was and who the child was. She felt a little sad in her heart.
I don't know whether this story is too tragic, or that the child born out of love is too poor, a crazy child, his childhood is doomed to be unfortunate.
Fu Tingyuan lowered his head and kissed her forehead. A smile appeared between his eyebrows: "are you in a better mood?"
Ronan rubbed his eyes and thumped him. "You're making me cry."
Does he think he's telling a joke?
How can this kind of story make people feel good.
"It's just a story." Fu Tingyuan hugged her, "there are so many such stories in the world that you don't need to think too much."
Luonan raised his head and looked at his handsome and calm face. The man looked forward and landed on the fruit and Luo Yi who were swinging on the swing not far away. His eyes were calm and warm. The sun fell on his eyebrows and hair. He looked brighter than the light.
No matter how lonely, cruel, selfish and cold-blooded the child was, he must be the most warm person in the world.
Ronan looked at him for a while, and his mood gradually improved. She put out her hand and clasped his fingers. She leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes to enjoy the warm afternoon sunshine with him.
When it was getting late and the sun gradually became less violent, Luonan got up to greet Luo Yi and Guoguo back.
Fu Tingyuan leaned on the bench and watched Luo Nan Chu smile and bend over to pick up the fruit. The fruit was holding her neck, and she was talking to her. She listened attentively with a smile. The afterglow of the setting sun reflected on her white face. The torture of time and life did not leave any trace on her expression. She still looked gentle, Beautiful and likable.
He looked at her and felt that his heart gradually became calm, and the shadows that had been shrouded in his heart gradually melted because of her existence.
The child, who was destined to be a tragedy in his life, met the woman who loved him and loved him. They experienced many torments, misunderstandings, and even life and death.