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Under the double pressure of spirit and psychology, Si Ningning fell into sleep.

This sleep was very deep but not restful. The memories of her two lives were intertwined. She was like gravel pushed up to the top of the waves when the tide rose, and like a tiny fish and shrimp that was swept away when the tide ebbed. She was completely passive. Not a shred of autonomy.

In reality, in the family, in the relationship, why is she not like this?

In the spring afternoon, the shadows of the trees were swaying, the sun was slightly warm, and the halo that penetrated into the attic was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, but Si Ningning couldn't feel all of this.

The mosquito net was partly scattered, Si Ningning's body curled up into a ball on the narrow bed, a tear unconsciously slipped out and rolled into her hair...

Si Ningning was sent to the attic to rest. Huo Lang cleaned up the mess in the main room on the first floor and the front yard. Si Ningning hadn't woken up in the evening, and Huo Lang was in charge of doing it in the evening.

At that time, Si Zhennan had already come out of the room, walked back and forth twice, and was noticed by Huo Lang, who was busy with work, and he nodded with a dry smile as a greeting.

Looking around in the kitchen, Si Zhennan was a little disappointed when he saw that there were only a couple of small ones in the kitchen except Huo Lang.

Seeing the situation, Huo Lang raised his chin, He Gu understood immediately, and waved to San Miao, "San Miao, come with me to the backyard of the old house to pick some green onions."

"Oh!"

As soon as the two little ones left, Si Zhennan simply sat down on the stove.

Seemingly feeling that the Chinese tunic suit is not easy to display, and the stove mouth is also warm, Si Zhennan simply took off his coat and put it on the firewood pile on one side.

Huo Lang has been keeping an eye on Si Zhennan from the corner of his eye. At this moment, Si Zhennan is wearing a black sweater, with the collar of a shirt made of thick cotton showing at the neck. Without the blessing of the Chinese tunic suit, he lacks a trace of rigor and rigidity. It makes people feel that there is a weak and modest atmosphere unique to literati.

But just looking at a humble and weak person like this left such a heavy psychological trauma to his beloved girl.

Si Zhennan is not like the kind of person who has no brains and ideas, so he must be clear in his heart when he makes a move to hurt his daughter.

Before Si Ningning came back from Beijing, he didn't elaborate on what happened, so Huo Lang didn't know that Si Zhennan wanted his son.

At this moment, Huo Lang only felt extremely confused, he couldn't open his mouth to question Si Zhennan, he could only ask himself over and over again in his heart:
What is Si Zhennan doing this for?does it worth?
This question is not something that Huo Lang can answer, but as long as he thinks of Si Ningning who is in a tense state, Huo Lang's respect for Si Zhennan's warmth suddenly turns cold.

Si Zhennan doesn't cherish Si Ningning, but Huo Lang will.

If he didn't want Si Ningning to come out of the shadows, Huo Lang would not take the risk and invite Si Zhennan over.

Huo Lang subconsciously became hostile to Si Zhennan, so what he wanted to say and what he should say were much less at this moment.

Si Zhennan is a real person, and besides, he has worked hard for most of his life, so it is impossible for him not to have such eyesight. Under the bright and dark light of the fire, he smiled more attentively:
"Didn't you see Ningning? Ask her to help you."

"It's all small things, it's the same for everyone. She got up early today, let her sleep more." Huo Langpi replied with a half-smile.

Si Zhennan paused, staring at the fire in the stove in silence for a while, rubbed his hands together and sighed, "It's Ningning's blessing to meet someone who is so considerate like you."

"That's not the right thing to say."

"Ok?"

Huo Lang laughed, this time he was more sincere than before: "It is my good fortune to meet her."

Huo Lang bowed his head and was busy chopping vegetables, the corners of his mouth hung high, and the doting on his face could hardly be hidden.

Isn't it a good thing to have someone who can take care of his daughter properly?

But when he leaned over to avoid the "crackling" sparks from the stove, he inadvertently raised his head and saw Huo Lang's doting face. For some reason, Si Zhennan suddenly felt a little panicked.

Ningning is his daughter!
He should hold it in his palm, where did Huo Lang come from?To snatch his daughter away without any explanation? !

The hostility was inexplicable, but it took only a moment for Si Zhennan to realize the despicableness of his thoughts.

Some images flashed quickly in his mind, as if he had just realized that Si Ningning was his daughter, Si Zhennan's broad shoulders suddenly collapsed, and endless guilt filled his chest in an instant.

The tip of his nose was sore, tears filled his eyes instantly, Si Zhennan concealed his embarrassment by lowering his head and kneading his temples.

Emotions surged in his chest, and in the trembling, Si Zhennan's memory was pulled back to a long time ago, when his daughter fell from the ripe stalk to shedding the lanugo hair, put on a soft soaring braid, and then toddled behind her, her height was at the same level as the corner of the table ...

All the memories seemed to end at this moment, and the daughter I saw later seemed to become strange, and she would never reach out to him for a hug or smile brightly like she did when she was a child...

Si Zhennan knew that he was not a competent father, but now that he thought about it carefully, it was not that he was incompetent, but that he had sinned deeply.

He was absent during the most important period of his daughter's life. Now that her daughter has a happy new life, what right does he have to intervene, to care about, to be unwilling and angry?

Si Zhennan's body trembled violently under the bitter cry. Even though he couldn't see his face, he had the sound of heavy breathing and choking, Huo Lang knew his state at this time.

He didn't disturb Si Zhennan, but when Si Zhennan almost calmed down a few minutes later, he said slowly:
"I don't know what happened between you father and daughter, but this time, please be sure to have a peaceful chat with my lover."

In terms of material, maybe Si Ningning has never been lacking, but emotionally, her heart has long since dried up.

"If possible, please feel guilty and love her a little more. She... feels very bitter."

Because he can empathize with Si Ningning, Huo Lang often finds it unimaginable.

Such a bright and excellent girl, unexpectedly also has a painful situation like a beast in a quagmire...

Just thinking about this kind of thing is enough to make one's heart sour. Huo Lang is not surprised that Si Zhennan, as his biological father, would have such a big reaction.

Quickly fried a vegetable and placed it inside the stove, relying on the temperature inside the stove to keep it warm, Huo Lang fried another meat dish.

It is easy to break raw meat dishes, but it is difficult to stir-fry them softly. Huo Lang took out the vegetables, washed the pot hastily, poured the rice into the pot, then embedded the fried meat dishes on the side of the pot, and covered the pot The lids were stewed together, and they went straight out of the kitchen afterwards.

Perhaps, Si Zhennan also needs to think about it.