These days, the Pei family's old house was deserted. Neither Mr. Pei nor Pei Yuzhi's parents showed up once.
Just like when he was a child, he was raised in a free-range environment with no one to care for him.
Bo Yanzhou was just a bystander, quietly watching the seven-year-old's face gradually become more joyful due to his arrival...
He couldn't stop thinking about...
When Bo Shiyu was three or four years old and had a fever, he cried and called for his father, but his father raised his hand and shook him off. He asked in a cold and angry voice, "Do you know how much time you have wasted of me?" The little boy was at a loss, with red eyes, standing there and saying sorry to him blankly and dryly.
His heart was filled with extremely complicated feelings, and the strong sense of guilt was like a virus, sweeping through his heart, which was as sour and bitter as an overturned seasoning dish.
Bo Yanzhou knew that he would never be able to repay his son's debt in this lifetime.
So he was glad that his son was still generous enough to reconcile with him after being reborn.
Fortunately, after knowing the truth of his previous life, he held on to his pearl tightly in this life.
He was also distressed and shocked.
When I knew that 017 was a part of Zhuzhu's consciousness.
What was his first reaction?
Zhuzhu, who feels sorry for him, seems to have no good ending in any life?
Or are you upset that after being so successful for half your life, you can't even protect your own children?
He feels...
Memory... is probably the most painful torture that time can inflict on people...
He couldn't think about it, and didn't dare to imagine... How painful must Zhuzhu be when she tried to save him again and again but failed again and again, and watched the entire Bo family and all her relatives leave her in front of her eyes?
Those who have never been loved will not be able to love others.
Therefore, every clumsy or seemingly funny action is actually proof that Bo Yanzhou is learning to love step by step.
But as mentioned above.
Parents always want the best for their children.
So, as a materialist, I don't know when I started to believe in gods and Buddhas.
He began to pray silently... hoping that his two children would be happy in spring and safe in summer, and happy in autumn and winter...
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