"I did do a lot of foolish things back then. I am willing to spend the rest of my life making it up to you and the child. Let me be your support and give our daughter a complete family, Yunying." He stepped over the threshold with one foot, his eyes red and all his emotions revealed.
"In the past four years, I have regretted my mistakes all the time. Every night, looking at your and our daughter's shadows projected on the window, I wanted to rush in countless times to find you..."
But he was afraid.
Afraid that she hated him, afraid that she didn't want to see him.
In the face of anything, he could charge forward with his head down, but when facing her, he was careful and cautious, even timid and cowardly.
"Let me stay with you and our daughter, okay?" he pleaded softly.
If it's good, he will give the mother and daughter the best things in the world.
If it's not good, he will think of another way and give everything he has to the mother and daughter.
Yun Ying lowered her eyes slightly, with an indescribable feeling in her heart.
I can’t say I hate you.
Love seems a little far-fetched.
She didn't know how to face him. Let's be together. She couldn't forget those dark and painful days. It was like it was engraved in her bones. She was afraid when she got close to him.
She looked at the hem of her clothes and didn't say anything for a moment.
At this time, outside the door, Xiao Yunjiao ran into the yard holding Cuju. Seeing the man's figure, she widened her eyes in surprise:
"Weird uncle?!"
How did this strange uncle chase me from the small town to Jiangnan?
So strange.
Ever since she could remember, she always saw this strange uncle, but every time she tried to get close to him, he would disappear without a trace.
Was it her hallucination?
Yun Jiao's face changed slightly when she thought of this, "Mom! I just accidentally touched Sister Wei Xi's silver needle. Am I going to die? I am hallucinating. I saw the weird uncle. Did you see him? It's over! I'm going to die!"
He was so scared that he dropped the ball.
Jing Yi turned around and saw his daughter's cute little face, and his heart felt like a pool of softened water.
He wanted to go forward, but held himself back. He glanced at Yunying cautiously out of the corner of his eye. He didn't dare to do so unless Yunying gave the order.
"What's the use of life and death? Don't talk nonsense." Yun Ying pursed her lips, walked forward, picked up the Cuju, brushed off the dust, then took Yun Jiao's little hand and walked in front of Jing Yi.
The father and daughter are 60% similar.
Especially the outline of her small face, that air of firmness and decisiveness, which is exactly the same as Jing Yi.
She gently stroked the child's face and said:
"It's not an illusion, and you won't die. Jiaojiao, this is... Uncle Jing."
Yun Jiao raised her little face and looked at the strange uncle curiously.
It turns out that he knew my mother.
"Uncle Jing," she called out crisply, her eyes curved with an innocent smile, "Mom, Uncle Jing is so handsome!"
The call made Jing Yi's body tremble. The soft voice penetrated his body like an electric current, almost making him lose his balance.
My eyes are red...
Four years!
Since she was born, he has never hugged her once since she grew up.
"Jiaojiao..." His hands were trembling as he slowly stroked Yunjiao's little face. He looked so cautious, as if he was holding a rare treasure.
His red eyes trembled, and he had so many words to say that he felt stuck in his throat. For a moment he didn't know where to start.
Jiaojiao, his daughter!
Yun Jiao bit her lower lip lightly, thinking that Uncle Jing looked at her in a strange way. She took small steps in fear, grabbed her mother's sleeve, and hid behind her.
Jing Yi couldn't control his emotions. His face was full of tears and laughter. He cried and laughed excitedly. He couldn't find words to describe his emotions.
He knelt on one knee, held Yunying's hand, and burst into tears:
"Yun Ying, thank you! Thank you!"