Wen Jian turned her head and glanced at her father who was not far away. When she looked back, she found that the old man had already left, leaving only his back, and he didn't know where he went...
Wen Jian was looking around strangely, and the next moment he heard his father's voice coming from behind him: "Xiao Jian, who was that person just now?"
The little guy looked back at his father and shook his head and said, "I don't know him."
Ji Xubai looked in the direction where the man left just now, and vaguely felt that the back looked familiar, but he couldn't tell clearly for a moment.
Ji Xubai put the food he bought on the stone table and asked, "Did he say anything?"
"No, he probably came to see Mr. Mu Li's handwriting. He left shortly after he arrived..."
Wen Jian could only think so, otherwise it would be really strange to appear in front of him out of nowhere.
After eating, Ji Xubai took Wen Jian on the carriage and went back.
On the way, although Wen Jian was still lukewarm, Ji Xubai still asked him gently and patiently about things in elementary school, but Wen Jian felt increasingly depressed.
There is one thing that this four-year-old little guy can't understand. He can't understand it. Even though his father is so good now, he has never been willing to say a harsh word to him, no matter how much he resisted or hated it in the past two months. His father is still good to him as always, but... why did he hurt his mother like that...
Wen Jian bit her lip and interrupted Ji Xubai's question. She couldn't help but look up at him and asked, "Why did you... hurt your mother back then?"
Mother is so kind, why does he treat her so...
When Wen Jian saw the scars on her mother's wrist that night, she really wished she would never see her father again...
Ji Xubai didn't expect that Wen Jian would suddenly mention this to him. He was slightly startled, then lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time. When he raised his eyes again, he saw that the little guy was still staring at him intently, waiting for him to give. An answer for yourself.
Ji Xubai looked at the little guy and said quietly: "At that time, dad misunderstood some things about your mother, so he hurt your mother and committed an unforgivable mistake..."
Wen Jian frowned tightly and pursed her lips tightly, but she was trembling slightly. Whenever she thought of her mother's injuries, Wen Jian felt uncomfortable. He looked at his father angrily: "But, since it is Misunderstanding, why can’t you listen to my mother’s explanation as to why you want to hurt your mother!”
Ji Xubai discovered that even a four-year-old child knew what to do was the right thing to do, yet he had been confused for so many years and hurt Wen Zhigu for so many years. It was not until he lost it that he finally woke up.
How ridiculous, it took so many years for the dignified Taifu Ji to understand the truth that even a four-year-old child understands.
Ji Xubai twitched the corner of his lips and smiled sadly, "Yes, I can obviously listen to your mother's explanation, but my father just didn't understand at that time, so that led to today's situation, little Jane... Even if your mother hates dad for the rest of her life, dad will have no regrets."
What he wanted to do from beginning to end was to make up for her.
He wanted her future to be better and better, and never to be bleak in the slightest.
Wen Jian gritted her teeth: "What's the use of talking about this now! Neither my mother nor I will forgive you!"
After Wen Jian said that, she turned her head away, holding on to the edge of the car window with her little hands, refusing to look back to see her father.