Chapter 275
Mom and Dad's Little Butterfly
Chapter 275 Mom and Dad's Little Butterfly
Ye Weilan took Tang Zhoucong's arm and walked forward slowly.
Seeing the little person in her memory sitting on the bench, stunned, made her feel so distressed that she couldn't breathe, and felt a chill spread from her chest to her limbs, making her limbs go limp.
She struggled to control her limbs, staggered slightly, walked to the bench and squatted down.
Tears soaked her eyes, and she let out a trembling cry.
"Little~little~Butterfly, Mom~ Mom found you."
"Mother."
Little Butterfly slid down from the chair, stood in front of Ye Weilan, and called out, her voice was as soft as ever, but trembling slightly, with a bit of crying, mixed with countless grievances.
"Little baby, Mom~ Mom~ I finally found it, I found you..." Ye Weilan hugged her daughter in her arms, crying bitterly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably with grief.
And Little Butterfly couldn't bear it any longer, and cried out loudly while choking up her sobs and shouted again.
"Mom~Mom~"
Tang Zhoucong held back his tears and knelt down beside the two of them.
Looking at his daughter's weeping little face, his heart felt like a knife was twisting. He reached out and stroked her cheek gently, wiping away her tears.
"Be good, little butterfly, stop crying..."
"Father..." Seeing Tang Zhoucong, Little Butterfly let out a sob.
"Dad is here, Dad is..."
Looking at the well-behaved daughter in front of him, Tang Zhou felt his heart was broken like glass.
"I'm sorry, baby, it's my fault that mom didn't take good care of you..."
Holding the little butterfly Ye Weilan choked with sobs, feeling a little dazed.
She never thought that she would see her daughter again.
"Mom, I'm not good, I shouldn't go out alone, I'm sorry, I was wrong..." Xiaodie wiped her tears.
"My little darling, mother, mother... woo woo..."
Ye Weilan slumped on the ground completely disregarding her image, only thinking that this was the best gift God gave her, but she failed to keep her, and her heart was full of annoyance and remorse.
"Stop crying, stop crying, little butterfly, let's go home, let's go home..."
Tang Zhoucong held back his tears and kept comforting his daughter. Little Die couldn't breathe from crying, choked up, and his body trembled slightly.
The family of three first slumped on the ground and wept bitterly, and finally sat on the bench, hugging Little Butterfly in the middle. As for Song Ci and others, they had already left at some point.
"Little Butterfly, you need to know one thing."
Tang Zhou lowered his head and stroked his daughter's hair with an extremely gentle voice.
"Huh?" Little Butterfly lowered her head and made a low voice.
"You will always be Mom and Dad's favorite child." Tang Zhou said softly.
Little Butterfly raised her head when she heard the words, and looked up at Tang Zhoucong. Her little crying face was full of tears, and the sun shone on her little face, like a little angel who fell into the world and was wronged.
Tang Zhoucong put his hand on her cheek with some distress, and gently wiped it for her.
"I love father and mother the most too." Little Butterfly whispered.
Then he opened his arms and asked Dad to hug him.
A warm current rose from the bottom of Tang Zhou's heart, and he hugged the little butterfly in his arms without the slightest hesitation.
He thought of when she was just born, when the nurse carried her out of the delivery room and congratulated him with a smile.
"Mr. Tang, congratulations, you are a little princess."
He happily took her from the nurse's hands.
Looking at the little, fleshy, red-skinned little guy who couldn't even open his eyes in the swaddling baby, he felt his heart melt. At this moment, he finally understood that being a father what a feeling.
People without children will never experience this indescribable feeling. This is a kind of love, a kind of responsibility, and he has a feeling of tears in his eyes.
The moment he hugged the little man into his arms, the corners of Xiaorourou's mouth turned up slightly, as if showing a smile.
The nurses next to her were all surprised and said: "The little girl seems to like Dad very much, and likes to be hugged by Dad."
At that moment, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world.
From then on, he hugged her almost every day, and he didn't want to leave his side for a moment. He seemed to lose his soul if he didn't see her for a moment. Whenever he could see the fleshy little person every day, his mood would be filled with joy. God, even his wife Ye Weilan was a little jealous of it.
But, since when did he never hug her again?Whether it was from the first time she learned to be a father, or from the first time she learned to walk, he couldn't remember the specifics. He only knew that for a period of time, he was busy with work and completely left her to his wife to take care of, and then his wife took care of her again. She threw it to the old man at home...
People always regret after losing.
This time, he never let go, not letting her fly away from him.
-
"Father, don't you wait for Sister Butterfly?" Nuan Nuan raised her head and asked Song Ci.
"Don't wait, Little Butterfly is with her parents."
"Oh, then she won't be able to eat delicious roast duck." Nuan Nuan said regretfully.
Then without waiting for Song Ci to speak, she said to herself again: "But it's okay, being with Mom and Dad is the happiest thing."
"Hey, sister Nuan Nuan is right. I am so happy to be with my parents. My father made me a lot of delicious food yesterday." Cai Dumpling said happily.
"Delicious, what delicious?"
Hearing the delicious food, Nuan Nuan became excited, broke free from Song Ci's hand, and moved to Cai Dumpling's side.
When Xiao Mayuan heard the words, she seemed to think of something, looked around, and saw that Damei and Ma Pangpang were not there, okay, that's all right, she let go of Yun Chuyao's hand, ran forward, and put her little The palm was stuffed into Song Ci's big hand.
Song Ci looked down at her, and Xiao Mayuan was also looking at him with her neck up.
After a few seconds of blank eyes, a smile appeared, and even the eyes seemed to be smiling.
Song Ci clenched the little hand in his palm and pulled her towards him.
Xiaomi Li crossed her arms, expressing her disdain for this, as she had a mother as long as she had.
After eating the roast duck that Nuannuan was thinking about at noon, Song Ci sent them back.
Although children are energetic, they should not play too much, which will burden the body, so let them take a rest at home in the afternoon.
Then I returned to Taoyuan Village with Xiaomi Mili.
However, they did not stay long in Taoyuan Village, and soon came to a vegetable market.
Because it was afternoon, there were few people in the vegetable market, and even the vendors were sparsely populated.
There was an unpleasant smell in the air, even if the vegetable market was ventilated from all sides, it was still difficult to dissipate.
All the stall owners held their hands together and hid behind their stalls with their necks curled up.
And Song Ci took the millet grains and went straight to a stall selling condiments.
The stall owner was a short, fat woman in a headscarf. She stared blankly at the front of the stall, without the slightest focus, like a wooden sculpture.
And there was a little boy sitting beside her, lying on her lap, soundly asleep.
Then he seemed to feel something, opened his eyes, and looked at Song Ci and Xiao Mi Li who came together.
And this little boy was the youngest victim in the throat-cutting case.
(End of this chapter)
Ye Weilan took Tang Zhoucong's arm and walked forward slowly.
Seeing the little person in her memory sitting on the bench, stunned, made her feel so distressed that she couldn't breathe, and felt a chill spread from her chest to her limbs, making her limbs go limp.
She struggled to control her limbs, staggered slightly, walked to the bench and squatted down.
Tears soaked her eyes, and she let out a trembling cry.
"Little~little~Butterfly, Mom~ Mom found you."
"Mother."
Little Butterfly slid down from the chair, stood in front of Ye Weilan, and called out, her voice was as soft as ever, but trembling slightly, with a bit of crying, mixed with countless grievances.
"Little baby, Mom~ Mom~ I finally found it, I found you..." Ye Weilan hugged her daughter in her arms, crying bitterly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably with grief.
And Little Butterfly couldn't bear it any longer, and cried out loudly while choking up her sobs and shouted again.
"Mom~Mom~"
Tang Zhoucong held back his tears and knelt down beside the two of them.
Looking at his daughter's weeping little face, his heart felt like a knife was twisting. He reached out and stroked her cheek gently, wiping away her tears.
"Be good, little butterfly, stop crying..."
"Father..." Seeing Tang Zhoucong, Little Butterfly let out a sob.
"Dad is here, Dad is..."
Looking at the well-behaved daughter in front of him, Tang Zhou felt his heart was broken like glass.
"I'm sorry, baby, it's my fault that mom didn't take good care of you..."
Holding the little butterfly Ye Weilan choked with sobs, feeling a little dazed.
She never thought that she would see her daughter again.
"Mom, I'm not good, I shouldn't go out alone, I'm sorry, I was wrong..." Xiaodie wiped her tears.
"My little darling, mother, mother... woo woo..."
Ye Weilan slumped on the ground completely disregarding her image, only thinking that this was the best gift God gave her, but she failed to keep her, and her heart was full of annoyance and remorse.
"Stop crying, stop crying, little butterfly, let's go home, let's go home..."
Tang Zhoucong held back his tears and kept comforting his daughter. Little Die couldn't breathe from crying, choked up, and his body trembled slightly.
The family of three first slumped on the ground and wept bitterly, and finally sat on the bench, hugging Little Butterfly in the middle. As for Song Ci and others, they had already left at some point.
"Little Butterfly, you need to know one thing."
Tang Zhou lowered his head and stroked his daughter's hair with an extremely gentle voice.
"Huh?" Little Butterfly lowered her head and made a low voice.
"You will always be Mom and Dad's favorite child." Tang Zhou said softly.
Little Butterfly raised her head when she heard the words, and looked up at Tang Zhoucong. Her little crying face was full of tears, and the sun shone on her little face, like a little angel who fell into the world and was wronged.
Tang Zhoucong put his hand on her cheek with some distress, and gently wiped it for her.
"I love father and mother the most too." Little Butterfly whispered.
Then he opened his arms and asked Dad to hug him.
A warm current rose from the bottom of Tang Zhou's heart, and he hugged the little butterfly in his arms without the slightest hesitation.
He thought of when she was just born, when the nurse carried her out of the delivery room and congratulated him with a smile.
"Mr. Tang, congratulations, you are a little princess."
He happily took her from the nurse's hands.
Looking at the little, fleshy, red-skinned little guy who couldn't even open his eyes in the swaddling baby, he felt his heart melt. At this moment, he finally understood that being a father what a feeling.
People without children will never experience this indescribable feeling. This is a kind of love, a kind of responsibility, and he has a feeling of tears in his eyes.
The moment he hugged the little man into his arms, the corners of Xiaorourou's mouth turned up slightly, as if showing a smile.
The nurses next to her were all surprised and said: "The little girl seems to like Dad very much, and likes to be hugged by Dad."
At that moment, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world.
From then on, he hugged her almost every day, and he didn't want to leave his side for a moment. He seemed to lose his soul if he didn't see her for a moment. Whenever he could see the fleshy little person every day, his mood would be filled with joy. God, even his wife Ye Weilan was a little jealous of it.
But, since when did he never hug her again?Whether it was from the first time she learned to be a father, or from the first time she learned to walk, he couldn't remember the specifics. He only knew that for a period of time, he was busy with work and completely left her to his wife to take care of, and then his wife took care of her again. She threw it to the old man at home...
People always regret after losing.
This time, he never let go, not letting her fly away from him.
-
"Father, don't you wait for Sister Butterfly?" Nuan Nuan raised her head and asked Song Ci.
"Don't wait, Little Butterfly is with her parents."
"Oh, then she won't be able to eat delicious roast duck." Nuan Nuan said regretfully.
Then without waiting for Song Ci to speak, she said to herself again: "But it's okay, being with Mom and Dad is the happiest thing."
"Hey, sister Nuan Nuan is right. I am so happy to be with my parents. My father made me a lot of delicious food yesterday." Cai Dumpling said happily.
"Delicious, what delicious?"
Hearing the delicious food, Nuan Nuan became excited, broke free from Song Ci's hand, and moved to Cai Dumpling's side.
When Xiao Mayuan heard the words, she seemed to think of something, looked around, and saw that Damei and Ma Pangpang were not there, okay, that's all right, she let go of Yun Chuyao's hand, ran forward, and put her little The palm was stuffed into Song Ci's big hand.
Song Ci looked down at her, and Xiao Mayuan was also looking at him with her neck up.
After a few seconds of blank eyes, a smile appeared, and even the eyes seemed to be smiling.
Song Ci clenched the little hand in his palm and pulled her towards him.
Xiaomi Li crossed her arms, expressing her disdain for this, as she had a mother as long as she had.
After eating the roast duck that Nuannuan was thinking about at noon, Song Ci sent them back.
Although children are energetic, they should not play too much, which will burden the body, so let them take a rest at home in the afternoon.
Then I returned to Taoyuan Village with Xiaomi Mili.
However, they did not stay long in Taoyuan Village, and soon came to a vegetable market.
Because it was afternoon, there were few people in the vegetable market, and even the vendors were sparsely populated.
There was an unpleasant smell in the air, even if the vegetable market was ventilated from all sides, it was still difficult to dissipate.
All the stall owners held their hands together and hid behind their stalls with their necks curled up.
And Song Ci took the millet grains and went straight to a stall selling condiments.
The stall owner was a short, fat woman in a headscarf. She stared blankly at the front of the stall, without the slightest focus, like a wooden sculpture.
And there was a little boy sitting beside her, lying on her lap, soundly asleep.
Then he seemed to feel something, opened his eyes, and looked at Song Ci and Xiao Mi Li who came together.
And this little boy was the youngest victim in the throat-cutting case.
(End of this chapter)