Chapter 1193 Darling, I have no father
Nan Jiaojiao has never noticed any emotion similar to "panic" from Bo Yanqing.
Obviously, this was exposed by the strength he was trying to hold her in his arms with all his strength.
She was confused and hesitant in her mind.
He knew he shouldn't ask, but if she didn't ask, then who else could he talk to.
"Third uncle?"
Bo Yanqing raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up at her, "Breaking nonsense again, what are you talking about?"
This angle allowed Nan Jiaojiao to see him. A forced smile on his face.
She moved a little closer to him, put her fingers on the corners of his mouth, and pressed lightly.
Suddenly she looked into his eyes and said, "If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh. You don't have to be tense in front of me."
Bo Yanqing's complexion gradually faded.
Nan Jiaojiao asked: "What's wrong with you?"
Bo Yanqing looked at her eyes, and then at her face. The light was unclear and her face was hazy. The unclear light and shadow became blurry the harder he looked. The longer he stared, the panic he had never seen before occupied all his thoughts. An inexplicable fear crawled up from the bottom of his heart, and he jerked. Take a breath and turn on the bedside lamp.
The sudden falling light pierced her eyes, and Nan Jiaojiao subconsciously lowered her head to hide.
My body was drawn into his arms again.
This time, Bo Yanqing hugged her tightly with one hand, so hard that he wanted to rub her into his bones. Their bones were so painful.
As soon as Nan Jiaojiao frowned, she seemed to hear his muffled crying.
“My dear, I don’t have a father anymore.”
Nan Jiaojiao suddenly opened her eyes and hugged his shoulders. She didn’t know what to do, so she just imitated the way he usually coaxed her. Pat gently. "I have neither a father nor a mother. I have been living with my grandma all these years. I have... never had much sense of family belonging. I feel so lonely."
"I don't see him often, but he is still alive. It's just a thought for me. Now that he is dead, what should I do in the future?"
"Good boy..."
Bo Yanqing had been holding it in for too long, and at this moment his emotions suddenly burst out. He pinched Nan Jiaojiao's shoulders, his fingers so tight that they trembled slightly, and even his voice seemed to be crushed. Then he put it together with difficulty, and it sounded more and more... of brokenness.
“I just want to have a family, why is it so difficult.”
The corners of Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes were red and a little stinging. She glanced at the heating lamp above her head and realized that her eyes were There were already tears in her.
"How come you don't have a family? You have grandma, Bo Shuxian, Qingshan and Qianqian. They are all your family members."
Bo Yanqing hugged her tightly again, wondering if he didn't listen. Qing her words, or maybe he was trapped in some emotion of his own that was difficult to get out of.
Muttered in a low voice: "I haven't found out the cause of my mother's death until now. Am I a failure?"
Nan Jiaojiao slapped her hands, and the blood all over her body seemed to be like a drop of blood. He froze momentarily.
"How could it be! Don't think like that. You are so powerful. If you take your time to find out something you want to find out, there will always be clues."
Bo Yanqing suddenly chuckled. He let go of Nan Jiaojiao and moved some distance away from her.
Nan Jiaojiao immediately looked at his face. His eyes were red, but he was not crying. He could only hear a little bit of crying. He had always been very restrained.
Instead, he wiped her tears, touched his slender fingers from the corners of her eyes to her cheeks, and said with a chuckle: "I am a little brat, and I still imitate adults to comfort others. I am great at that. If I am great, I——"
(End of this chapter)