Chapter 1162

Otherwise, the baby has not been born, and it is not winter yet. With her temperament and current living conditions, it is totally unnecessary. How can she waste time doing such things?

Holding the small semi-finished product, Lu Yanhao's body and mind seemed to be torn to pieces in a flash: Silly woman, she would not admit her life if she was trapped, and then hide like a turtle to lick the wound alone?

I don't know if the orphan's family background makes her particularly isolated and insecure. Lu Yanhao also feels vaguely that she has been treated unfairly in many things, but she doesn't seem to care much about it and won't fight for it. On the contrary, she is easily satisfied with a little favor.

Her state, if not too indifferent, it should be tortured by reality to take it for granted.

Is it because there is no one to rely on, so I feel that I can't fight for it?

Thinking that she was so humble and bullied all the way, and finally left in such a helpless way, Lu Yanhao's breath suddenly shrank. Unconsciously, he had already taken the small bamboo basket on one side of the storage rack. This is her handmade box, and often he could see her holding it.

When he opened it, Lu yanhaogang wanted to put the small shoes into it, but he saw that there were a lot of thread, various thicknesses and colors, some woven cloth pieces, and a bunch of small clips like pins in the big basket:

eh? Isn't that the one she used to hold?

With a slight twist of his brow, Lu Yanhao was still slightly puzzled: in my memory, this is what it looks like, but the bamboo basket is basically empty. It's just a ball of thread and her two or three knitting needles! But this one in my hand is obviously full.

After flipping, Lu Yanhao picked up the small book on the side.

Open, inside draw some strange symbols, while marked with some numbers, there are obvious algorithms.

After all, her major used data and algorithms. Lu Yanhao didn't take it to heart. He flipped it casually, and suddenly a line of small words came into his eyes:

[he lied to me, the first time, not happy ~]

his brain was confused for two seconds, and Lu Yanhao stroked and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then it was fast He quickly reversed the page number of the book and focused on it again. Some fragmentary pictures flashed in his mind:

are these algorithms and patterns her calculation of the number of weaves? That's why I drew a similar pattern curve and put it in this basket?

Plus? Minus? What do you charge?

It should be the meaning of adding stitches, reducing stitches and closing stitches? Then the following should be the number of lines she recorded! Turning page by page, Lu Yanhao concatenated and began to understand the order of her characters.

It's according to the time!

If so, is this sentence -

about him?

For a moment, Lu Yanhao's brain was full of blank fragments: when did it happen? When did he cheat her?

[the more I don't want to believe, the truth is always so cruel! What is the meaning of this sentence?

Mikimoto didn't give it to me, but I took a risk for it, but he didn't seem to see it

[he said that he liked his daughter. When he was supposed to be the happiest, he was not happy at all! Is it because of the illegitimate daughter? ］

……

In fact, I know everything, but I don't want to accept or give up! I think I'm used to a person, and I don't know why I'm afraid. But I'll never forget the sweet little cake in the dark and lonely prison. He is the first and only one to see me after the sentence! No one knows my lonely notes and fears, but he has given me bright light and hope! ]

[when the sweater is finished, there's no delay at all. There's something to hold! ］

……

[he's looking at the photo, the cloud light is on ~]

[I know that he may just be using me, the formula is handed over, and my utilization value will be more than half. I don't know how to get to today, but the baby has changed from an accident to my life ~ thank you!

[said stupid again! But still want to ask him why, why cheat me? He said he would not cheat me Still no export, ah ~]

[very aggrieved, bear very hard, but still want to have a birthday with him, eat cake together, bear a few days! Do not want to destroy the atmosphere, at least finally have a birthday with someone to accompany, have a cake to eat ~ to be happy ~]

[birthday, come quickly ~]

The book is very small, and it's just a few sentences on each page. The longest page is not full. Turning it over, Lu Yanhao's throat is sour:

When did this happen? Where did she get all these ideas from?

Because there is no date, every page is so short a few words or words, occasionally interspersed with a few random graffiti or figures or curves. For a moment, Lu Yanhao's brain is also dazed. After turning back and forth several times, his mind is gradually connected with some scattered pictures, and his eyes are also filled with tearsHe got it! He understood it all!

Mikimoto？ What's that? By the way, the Pearl Earrings father ordered for mother?

Her ears and eyes, is it specially for him?

She said the illegitimate daughter, should not be cloud small flower?

Did she see the picture in the study? She knew he had a past with yunxiyi? Even she thought of the cloud lamp?

Does she think Yun Xiaoduo is his child? Why should she be happy but not happy? Is it because "he doesn't favor boys" or "the child in her belly is a girl"? Is she unhappy because she misunderstands that he will spread his feelings to the so-called "illegitimate daughter"? Or do you think he prefers the so-called illegitimate daughter?

Wrong! All wrong!

It's a big mistake. It's too wrong!

Although this child really seems to have a sudden puff of wind in his brain, at first, he didn't have much consciousness. He just felt that he should take the responsibility. But as her stomach grows up day by day, watching her pregnant with a baby, feeling the sudden beat on her belly, the consciousness and burden of being a father suddenly press on his shoulder.

Because he is more and more aware of a new life, his eyes will be unconsciously attracted by children. When he happens to see children in roadside kindergartens after school, he can't help but stop and wonder if his children will also line up in a long line in the future, holding hands in a string like a little grasshopper, occasionally in his mobile phone No matter how old he is, he will feel pity for his children. Some of them like to donate money to his parents when they are sick How can other people's children compare with their own?