The aunt looked at their walking backs and said to herself: "Tsk, I have never seen a father who loves his daughter so much."
During the few days he lived here, Youyou would always take Qingsi with him when he went out. Most of the time, he would hold or carry Qingsi with him. Qingsi rarely used his feet when going out. Almost everyone in the community recognized them as father and daughter.
Because everyone felt that except for their own father, no one would love their daughter so much. She was already a seven or eight-year-old girl, and she still carried her on his back when going out.
Youyou didn't say anything, and lifted Qingsi up with his arm.
Qingsi's little paws hugged his neck, with a smile on her face. This was the father she wanted.
Children have the simplest minds and are also the most sensitive. They can sense the kindness and malice of others better than adults. They can tell who is really good to them.
Youyou was treating her well, she could feel it.
In her heart, although Uncle You didn't talk much and didn't laugh much, but... when she was with him, she felt so warm and not afraid at all.
Uncle You looked like the kind of father she had always wanted.
Although her mother said that day not to say such things again, she felt that she could just think about it secretly in her heart.
When sleeping at night, Qingsi would secretly pray, hoping that one day, her wish would come true. I hope that Uncle You would always be so kind to her and so kind to her mother. I hope that they can always be together. I hope that that Bad dad, don’t come again, never come again.
Youyou walked for ten minutes with Qingsi in his arms and came to a fruit stall and asked, "Qingsi, what fruit do you want to eat?"
Qingsi looked back and forth and said, "Apple."
Youyou put her down and picked up a few apples, "What else do you want to eat?"
The green-haired eyes secretly glanced at the watermelon and shook his head: "No more, just apples."
Youyou rubbed her little head: "Did your mother say that when you go out with me from now on, you can't ask for things randomly?"
Qingsi lowered her head and wrung her little hands: "Mom is right."
Nie Qiuping told her that when she went out with Youyou, she couldn't always spend Uncle You's money, and it wasn't easy for him to make money.
Youyou smiled: "Well, mom is right, but uncle wants to buy it for you, what should I do?"
Qingsi bit her lip: "But..."
Youyou tapped her nose: "Just tell mom that it's what uncle wants to eat."
He asked the boss to weigh a watermelon and two pounds of peaches.
Carrying the things, Youyou squatted down with his tall body, "Come on, come up, uncle will carry you back."
Qingsi shook her head, "Uncle will be tired, I will help him carry it."
He said and reached out to help Youyou get the apple.
Of course, Youyi wouldn't let her carry it. The fact that such a young child could say such heartwarming words already moved Youyi. When he was at Youjia, he had never felt so comfortable as he does now. He felt comfortable with their mother and daughter. When I am happy every day, this kind of life is really called life.
In Youjia, with that kind of bright coldness, no matter how warm your heart is, it will eventually become cold.
But Qingsi was different. How could he not feel pain for such a child? So what if she wasn't his biological daughter? Is blood relationship really that important
In his heart, Qingsi is already his daughter.
He rubbed Qingsi's bangs: "Uncle, you are not tired, you are as light as this watermelon."