Beibei didn't know how to answer him, but she felt that she needed to say something, so she was at a loss and could only pick up a topic and said, "You spit another bubble!" The girl's soft hands wandered in the misty smoke, her eyes were no longer supported, and she could only rely on her fingers, without a spiritual performance.

It's so sad that my lover never tells the truth. Peng Cheng was probably ready to continue his words, but the premise was that Beibei said first that she didn't believe it. Only in that way could he take on the topic and prove his sincerity. But whether that was true was obviously no longer in the girl's consciousness. If she didn't believe it, it was too many love words.

The young man was not so idiotic that he thought the girl was not afraid of spitting out another bubble. Although she seemed so relaxed, he watched her fiddle with the smoke on his own and couldn't understand her. Suddenly he seemed to understand that no matter who failed anyone, he would have failed. The relationship between them was still the same, very powerless.

Peng Cheng flicked off the ashes and his shoulders drooped. He looked at the dirty yellow wooden table that was originally on the TV, and a square shape on the wall that was whiter than the surroundings. Only the wall there was snow-white, it felt like seeing the past. It was a trace of the past. Suddenly he rushed into his heart, and he said, "Wife, you and my dad are the best in this world to me."

"Which dad?" Beibei turned to look at him. She smiled slightly. Her eyes, which had just cried, were bright and bright, and had never been so refreshing. She was like a child who was ignorant of the world, with a purity that was intact. She said that her voice was thin and vague, and it sounded very nice. Peng Cheng knew that no matter what he said now, it was the same for her. She chatted with him and just coaxed him, and she was just afraid.

"Peng Xueli, my adoptive father." As he said that, Peng Cheng's tears rolled out of his eyes, as if he had been squeezed out on purpose, rolling down from the edge of his eyes. He looked at her, very reluctantly.

"My wife, I don't know what happened to me. Before, my dad was nice to me. I was different from other children when I was a child." He stared at Beibei with a burning look, as if he was caught and exploded. Then he closed his eyes slightly. He seemed embarrassed, his fingers raised, signaling the scar on his mouth. That was the reason why he was different from other children. Undoubtedly. Then he said, "My grandfather is only my grandson, but he treats both sisters in my uncle's family very well, but he treats me badly. My dad is his eldest son, and I don't understand why my grandfather treats me so much. He gives my sister money, but he doesn't give it to me. He always says that the little boy has to be poor, which is actually right. Until my father dies, I know that I am not his grandson."

"How did your dad die?"

Kindness may be the most unfair quality for women. Beibei twisted her body and no longer looked at the smoke. Although she had never exposed him, she had known that the so-called adoptive father did not exist. Everything about the adoptive father was almost false. He was already dead, and even his adoptive mother didn't know where he went. Maybe he had remarried, for fear that his troubled adopted son would find her, and his brother would not let his brother tell Peng Cheng the address. Beibei didn't know what Peng Cheng wanted to hide behind the lie. No matter what it was, she was unwilling and unwilling to explore it, and even couldn't bear to let him know that it was really like it had been exposed long ago.

Peng Cheng turned his face away with relief and answered the question. He started talking to himself, saying, "When I was a child, I loved to eat ham sausages, and the kind of red-skinned one was made of flour. My dad would buy it for me no matter how much I saved it. I bought it for a whole box of one and a whole box of it, and I gave it to my grandfather's house for me. Later, I had to eat it all." He paused for a moment, as if he had fallen into a deep memory, the memory that seemed not very pleasant, the trance of the eyes was not focused, and then he thought of the happy things and his brows stretched.

"My dad treats me really, really, oh, it's me that's not good." He buried his face between his legs, his arms tightly hugged his head, and his shoulders trembled slightly in the huge pain.

Beibei didn't say anything, her heart gradually drifting away could not help but say something at this moment. But Peng Cheng lowered his head, his pain, his regret, helplessness, everything pressed her down. The girl raised her hands and raised them, and finally she raised them up. She gently stroked Peng Cheng's hair, the outline of his head, his hair as gentle and soft as air, and his fragile soul was as powerless as dissipated.

"Yeah!" Beibei responded.

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All men are ren. They are strong on the outside but have the most vulnerable heart. Like children, they are curious and brave. Sometimes they are brave because of curiosity, and they become more cowardly because of inferiority. They will make some mistakes and hurt others. Then they find themselves lonely again. They are afraid and tremble like children. All the hatreds in Beibei's heart become warm at this moment.

"How did he die?" she asked again.

"I was so angry that I was so angry! He had congenital diabetes, but why did he die later? I don't know. I was also young at that time." The more Peng Cheng said, the smaller the voice, the smaller it was, so small that Beibei couldn't hear it clearly. It seemed that it was the most hidden secret in his heart, just like a mistake that was unknown many years ago, which made him unconfidence and unconfirm to face it.

"That can't be dead! Diabetes doesn't kill anyone. What about your mother?" As soon as he said that, Beibei regretted it. She knew that her mother didn't want to see him. She still remembered that Uncle Peng Cheng said: "I can't tell you where your mother is. She has started a new life. It's not good for you to find her." The name named Su Yingyuan is still in Peng Cheng's hands. The household registration book that has dropped pages was the head of their family, his mother, a mother who has long disappeared.

"I don't know how to die." Peng Cheng held Beibei's slender fingers. Her hands were so beautiful, thin and long. He seemed reluctant to leave. He rubbed them back and forth, rubbed them back and forth: "Now you are good to me, you both are good to me, but now I have lost them."

Tears broke the dam and almost collapsed. She cried so hard that she was out of breath and swallowed and said in a slight manner: "Did you go back to your father's house after he died?"

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng said: "My father is okay with me. After all, he still has my brother. I don't have a rural household registration. He set up a school for me, and I didn't study well. Then I went outside to hang out." Peng Cheng smiled bitterly, and laughed so hard that he cried. Beibei cried even harder. He said something, and she cried louder. He reached out to wipe the tears from her face and kept saying don't cry anymore, don't cry anymore. She cried so much that he was upset.

Beibei stroked the scar that almost cut off Peng Cheng's fingers. On his right hand, she raised her clearer and sad eyes: "Then how did this come about?"

Peng Cheng pulled his hand back and changed his posture: "It was a fight. He didn't feel the pain when he cut it. He just thought about chopping it, and then ran away. A group of people ran together, and someone chased him behind him." He said this, he seemed to remember something interesting, and then he smiled. "Then I found my hand bleeding, and when I lifted it, my fingers were clanging." He raised it up and measured it with his fingers. It was not straight, but it was more curved than other fingers, as if it was folded.

"The doctor said that he would have surgery immediately and connect the tensile folds. No one of us had money. I looked for my dad and my second uncle, and then I took it too, but I didn't answer it at that time. Later, I couldn't answer it." He said in a mess and could only piece it together. The more he said, the more Beibei cried, and she cried so hard that she couldn't get angry. She thrust hard, leaning on Peng Cheng's knee, making the young man feel uncomfortable as if he was choking in his throat.

"Wife, stop crying. I'm always feeling uncomfortable when I see you crying. You are the best person to me. Now we are about to break up, stop crying. I can't stand it."

If Wen Beibei can still ignore Peng Cheng at this moment, then she will not be her. This is a destined mistake, but not absolutely. We often say that when you choose a direction, don't look around, otherwise you will definitely be beaten up.

Beibei suddenly released the animal and cried, and she threw herself into Peng Cheng's arms: "Cheng Cheng, I will never leave you."

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That night, Peng Cheng and Beibei both cried. They had enough crying and it was getting deeper. When Beibei went home, Peng Cheng did not stop him anymore, and Beibei did not ask Peng Cheng to send her.

"I'll give it to you!" Peng Cheng followed her to the door.

"No." She turned around and smiled happily: "Don't you always say that you can say that you can whistle every five steps? It's okay, you don't need to send me."

Peng Cheng was very persistent that day. He insisted on sending Beibei home and back to the stairs of her house. He said to Beibei: "Wife, I only have you, I really only have you."
Chapter completed!