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These days have been very fast.

It's Saturday.

Yuan's family is in an excellent location in the city center. When Qingqing comes with Yuan Xiaoyuan, she is still in a luxury car that Qingqing doesn't know.

"How are you, miss. Good guest

As soon as I entered the door, two servants in tuxedos said hello with a smile on their faces.

"I'll take you to my room first. Now my mother goes to work. My father doesn't know if he's at home."

Through a large garden, there is a two-story villa.

Yuan Xiaoyuan took her to the second floor. It seems that there is no master in the house now. It's said that her brother went to a closed kindergarten.

Yuan Xiaoyuan's room is full of maiden atmosphere. It's like falling into the world of pink and lace.

"Daiqing, this is my room. You take a break here. I'll call and ask where my dad is

"This is the first time I've brought a friend to my house."

"Thank you, Xiao Yuan."

There was only one person left in the room. She saw a book at the head of the bed It's her first spring bird.

I don't know if yuan Xiaoyuan knows that she is indigo naturalis. Qingqing thinks that she probably knows.

"Daiqing, my father is back. Let's go down. I tell you, my father's cooking is very good, today you can have a good mouth. It's always Aunt Zhang who cooks. "

"Ah, I really envy you."

"Nothing, nothing."

Two people go down the stairs, a refined man in household clothes and glasses comes out of the kitchen.

"Dad! This is my classmate and my best friend, Deqing. "

Yuan Xiaoyuan rushed over and hugged him. He gently touched her head.

"Xiaoyuan, it's the first time you've brought your friends. Today, Dad's going to show you. "

Jiao Yangshuo looks at Qingqing and thinks the girl looks a little familiar, but he doesn't think much about it. He smiles gently at Qingqing.

Qingqing said with a smile, "I admire Xiaoyuan. I haven't seen my parents for many years. There's only grandma and us at home

There was a bitterness in her voice.

This man overlapped with the few men in my memory.

The last time I saw my father was when he was four years old. But the original owner wanted to rush to call dad, but he was blocked by an uncle in black, and then he got into a car There's been no more news.

But now this man has become very noble, full of rich family atmosphere.

Qingqing's inner emotion is churning. She bites her lips and forces herself to calm down.

The original owner's reluctance and resentment have already poured out through his body.

Fortunately, Qingqing's integration with the body is very handy now. Otherwise, when the brain is hot, I don't know what I will do.

His own father stood in front of him and did not recognize his daughter.

Although it has been said for so many years, Qingqing's heart is still full of irony.

She sat quietly on the sofa, and Yuan Xiaoyuan kept talking about how good her father was.

…… I really want to leave here without looking back.

"Daiqing, do you know Qingdai?"

Qingqing pretends to ask, "who is that? It's like my name. "

"You don't know? It's the pseudonym of a writer who is a little famous recently. I thought it was you when your name was so similar. "

"Why? A writer? Do you have any representative works? Maybe I haven't seen it. "

Yuan Xiaoyuan doesn't believe what Qingqing says. She always thinks that daiqing is Qingdai. Their writing styles are so similar, how can they not be the same person?

However, what Qingqing said was so serious that she really doubted her own judgment.

"Like the spring bird, you know? Recently, I'm serializing "lights". People on the Internet commented that "spring bird" is not as profound as "lantern". It shows that indigo has made progress. But I prefer spring bird. "

"Well, I seem to have heard of that."

Yuan Xiaoyuan looked into her eyes as if to see the signs of lying.

"Isn't it really you, Deqing? If you're too embarrassed to say it, I promise I won't tell anyone. "

Qingqing smiles, as if to think that Yuan Xiaoyuan is joking, "what do you say? So how could a famous writer be me? I'm just a junior high school student. "

Yuan Xiaoyuan was reminded, yes, she is just a junior high school student. My mother said that there are many descriptions in it, which should be written by a person with great experience.

"Well, I think so because your names are similar. If only it were you, I could ask for your advice. "

"I wish I could be such a great writer, too."

……"Xiaoyuan, dad made your favorite sweet and sour tenderloin."

"It's very kind of dad."

"That Uncle, Xiaoyuan. Just now, the nursing home called me and said that something happened to my grandmother. I need to go and have a look. I won't eat any more. Thank you for your hospitality! " Qingqing raises her legs and is ready to leave. What's the matter with grandma? She just can't see the picture of father's kindness and son's filial piety.

"Daiqing! How about Let my father give you a ride. You must be late now. Now that you've been to my house, I'm going to see your grandmother as well. "

Qingqing was helpless and worried, "so OK? It's too much trouble for you

"It's all right, no trouble. This Dai Qing, I'd better let my uncle send you. It must be very slow for you to go by yourself. "

Do you really want to see it? It's up to you.

The road to the nursing home was smooth. Jiao Yangshuo No, it should be yuan Yangshuo who kept muttering in his heart.

He always thought that the little girl was a little strange. He couldn't tell exactly what it was.

Jiao Yangshuo has divorced her mother since her child was one year old, and she has been married to yuan Banlian.

He did go back to his hometown when he was four years old, but he didn't even look at his children.

As for the name Jiao daiqing, he took it, but it has been 13 years since he last called the original owner's name. Jiao Yangshuo has long forgotten the past.

In his view, the original owner and his old mother are just a burden on his way to prosperity.

He never thought that the original owner would come to the city. He knew the teaching conditions in that mountain village.

Only primary school, no junior high school.

How can the children taught be promising?

In fact, deep in his heart, he had thought that he didn't leave any money to his old mother, hoping that they would die soon, so that no one would ever know his past.

He did not dare to send people back to investigate, because yuan Banlian would not let him contact his former children.

Jiao Yangshuo thinks that yuan Banlian should be able to do those things well.