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Chapter 1972 Lieyan Chapter: Tangtang's Painting
There is still a milky scent of sugar on the little skirt.

Murong Yan vaguely remembered how happy Tangtang was every time she wore a small skirt.

There was a happy and satisfied smile on the snowball-like little face.

The small teeth of the glutinous rice are exposed, the big eyes are crooked when smiling, and the soft little hair is so soft.

With trembling lips, Murong Yan took out Tangtang's things and kissed them one by one with trembling hands, folded them neatly, and put them back: "Tangtang, mother kisses you, you won't be afraid anymore."

Turning to the back, Murong Yan saw a piece of crumpled rice paper, which looked like a painting.

She had never seen the painting.

Murong Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she turned the painting over.

Tangtang's painting has improved a lot.

There are noses and eyes drawn.

The picture shows blue sky and grass, and a big sun with eyes, nose and mouth.

There were three people standing on the grass, Murong Yan could tell that one was herself, the other was Dugulie, and the other was a little boy doll. Murong Yan was startled, thinking, why Tangtang didn't draw herself, then she thought, Oh, the male doll Tangtang painted is the child in her own womb.

Murong Yan looked to the side, and next to a big tree, Tangtang drew a small picture of herself with two braids and her skirt painted pink, far away from the three of them.

Below Tangtang, there is a line of small, immature words.

Parents don't want Tangtang when they have a younger brother, Little Meatball.

These words made Murong Yan burst into tears, her heart was like being fried in a hot oil pan repeatedly, and then thrown into the icy sea water.

Her whole body hurts badly, every pore hurts.

It turned out that Tangtang was so insecure.

She was afraid, she was afraid that her parents would not love her, so she deliberately did those things to attract her attention.

But not only did she fail to understand, but she even severely reprimanded Tangtang.

How desperate and sad Tangtang must have been to draw such a picture and write such a line of words.

Big teardrops fell on the painting drop by drop, Murong Yan bit her lip, and cried out sadly: "Tangtang, mother didn't want you, mother loves you so much."

"Sugar candy."

Outside.

Dugulie's heart was broken, and he leaned against the door panel weakly, listening to her heart-piercing cries, two lines of tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

Murong Yan held the painting and sat in the room for a long time, her tears dried up and her heart was broken. She carefully folded the painting and put it in her pocket, then closed the box, and took the box to wander. Lost and walked towards the door.

Creaking, the sound of opening the door made Dugulie come to his senses, and he said her name hoarsely: "Yan'er."

Murong Yan regarded him as air, and walked straight out.

The spring rain wet Murong Yan's embroidered shoes and blue silk, Dugu Lie held up the oil umbrella and followed behind her, Murong Yan waved the oil umbrella away, and looked at him coldly with red eyes: "Get out! Don't follow me."

The parachute fell to the ground, causing splashes in the puddle.

Murong Yan dragged a heavy box to Tangtang's grave step by step. She sat there and opened the food box. The small meatballs emitted heat. Murongyan picked up a small meatball and looked at Tangtang's name: " Tangtang, mother made you small meatballs, there are many, many, you can eat all of them at once, they are delicious."

"There's also Sugar Man."

"The old woman who sells sugar has done a lot today, and she even asked mother about you."

(End of this chapter)