He raised his head and looked into his clear eyes without blinking.
He and Wen knew each other... children.
Once in Wen Zhigu's belly, he would touch Wen Zhigu's belly every day and every night to greet him.
Ji Xubai spent countless difficult days and nights in Beige, but he remained firm in his beliefs from beginning to end and never really felt uncomfortable. But at this moment, he looked at the child in front of him, who looked so similar to him. The clean child's eyes were slightly warm, and there was a hint of indescribable emotion in his eyes.
Ji Xubai opened his lips slightly in a daze: "What's your name?"
Wen Jian looked up at him and answered truthfully: "Wen Jian."
"Do you know who I am?"
Wen Jian shook his head and subconsciously looked at his mother behind him, but her mother did not look at him, but turned her head away, unwilling to give him an answer.
Ji Xubai twitched the corners of his lips slightly and told Wen Jian, "I am your father."
When Ji Xubai said this, he could feel a lump in his throat. The feeling of his throat being burned was stinging and uncomfortable.
Wen Jian looked straight in front of her, with no words to express on her face. In a very clear and childish voice, she said lightly: "Wen Jian only has a mother, not a father."
Wen Jian said, stood on Wen Zhigu's side, and said to Ji Xubai unhurriedly: "Please leave and don't disturb my mother anymore."
She probably thought about the possibility of meeting him again, but she never thought that Wen Jian was not willing to recognize him.
It was probably at that moment that a trace of bitterness spread from my heart and there was no way to go away.
After a long time, he finally nodded slowly, looked at Wen Zhigu, and then looked down at Wen Jianxu, who remained silent for a moment, and said softly with a gentle voice: "Okay, take care of your mother."
he's gone.
Wen Jian watched the piece of white clothes leave. She stood on tiptoe and wanted to look out of Wen's house, but she could no longer see anyone.
Wen Jian bit her lips and pressed them hard, refusing to let any of her emotions leak out.
"Xiao Jian..." Wen Zhiyu lowered his head and slowly knelt down, looked at Wen Jian, twitched the corners of his mouth with some bitterness, and said softly, "Are you saying this for your mother's sake?"
Wen Jian shook his head, "No, I only want my mother."
Wen Jian handed her the snacks he bought, "Mom, these are all your favorites."
Wen Zhigu took it, but his heart was sour and he didn't know what to say.
"I bought the paints, and I'm going to paint my young sister."
Wen Jian shook the paint in his hand at her and said.
Wen Zhigu nodded gently, "Go."
Wen Jian returned to her room, closed the door, sat on the ground, held her head and cried muffledly.
Little Jane saw her father...
Little Jane has a father...
Little Jane can't have a father...
The little guy has never suffered such a setback since he was sensible, but he experienced what it means to be broken and incomplete in this day.
…
Wen Zhigu stood outside Wen Jian's door, motionless. She clearly heard the little guy's suppressed cry.
Little Jane seems to have never felt so uncomfortable...
Wen Zhigu slowly closed his eyes, opened them again, and walked out with lowered eyebrows.
Holding the snacks Wen Jian sold her in her hand, she squatted on the messy steps, lowered her head and took a small bite.
It's sweet.
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(Fifth update; whether I want to update tonight depends on your efforts)