cuddling in his arms

Chapter 288 'Once upon a time' is the most heart-wrenching word
When Qin Nanfeng returned to the ward, An Ziqing had already left. He put the breakfast he had bought on the table, then used a small bowl to take out a bowl of shredded chicken porridge from the thermos cup and handed it to Mother Yin. He asked casually, "Mr. An Did you leave?"

"Yeah." Yin's mother took the porridge, but she couldn't eat it at all. The heat filled her eyes, and she felt uncomfortable for a while, then handed the bowl back to Qin Nanfeng and said, "I'll let him leave Xiaoyu."

"What?" Qin Nanfeng was startled, and looked up at Yin's mother. Her hair was already gray, and there seemed to be a few more wrinkles on her face than before. He could understand a mother's love for her daughter, but wouldn't it be too much to do so? It's too much.

Putting down the bowl, Qin Nanfeng ran out. As soon as he reached the door, Yin's mother said again, "You said you would take care of her for the rest of her life, I hope you can do it, don't dislike her for being married, don't dislike her for having a child , It’s not in vain for me to be a bad person today.”

Qin Nanfeng closed his eyes and continued to run outside without saying a word.

An Ziqing was sitting alone in the garden, squinting his eyes at the sun that was wilting. The cigarette butts held between his fingertips were dotted with faint light. He just held them between his fingertips and let them burn by themselves.

"Brother Qingqing, what color do you think the sun is? Which crayon should I choose?"

An Ziqing's mind was of Mo Xiaoli's appearance when she was a child, her red face was covered with faint sweat, she had to hand in the homework for the next day's art class, which was to draw the sun, she stood under the sun and squinted her eyes to observe It took me a long time to draw it, but I couldn’t find the crayon with the color of the sun at that time. The sun at that time, um, was exactly the same as it is now, vague and hazy.

"Brother Qingqing, Brother Qingqing, Ziqing, hello, hubby..." Mo Xiaoli's address popped out one by one, sometimes coquettish, sometimes soft, sometimes fierce, she has everything, so true, at this moment But like a movie, fragments and voices jump in my mind one by one, once they had a quarrel, once they talked sweetly, once they were crazy, once, once...

Adding the word once in front of any sweet words will become the most heart-wrenching words in the world.

There was a slight pain between the fingers, only to realize that the cigarette butt had been burned out, and the sparks burned to the fingertips, causing burning pain.

Throwing away the cigarette butt, he buried his head in his arms, feeling nothing but helplessness and powerlessness in his heart. It turned out that he would also be powerless.

In the face of death, everything becomes pale and powerless.

Qin Nanfeng ran out in a hurry, but saw An Ziqing in the garden, he held his head between his arms, he couldn't see his expression, he could only faintly see his body trembling.

His footsteps paused, and Qin Nanfeng, who was out of breath from running, subconsciously held his breath.

It took a long time before he called him: "An Ziqing."

An Ziqing raised his head, his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed, and there were still tears on his face. Qin Nanfeng felt as if a mountain had collapsed in his heart. He was shocked. He had never thought of such an omnipotent man. Will cry, and cry so helplessly.

"I'm sorry." Qin Nanfeng said.

An Ziqing smiled, his smile was desolate, "Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry." Qin Nanfeng said again. In his heart, An Ziqing and Mo Xiaoli were separated because of his appearance. "I will not destroy you. I am willing to be just a bystander in your lifetime."

"It has nothing to do with you." An Ziqing stood up and said, "I'll go back first."

(End of this chapter)