"Grandma's good grandson."
"Don't cry, don't cry, this is your dad."
"Don't recognize him?"
"Didn't I show you the photo?"
Xu Qingluo held Xiaoman in her arms and coaxed her. Every time Xiaoman cried, Xiaoyuan would cry too.
Only when Xiaoman is coaxed and Xiaoyuan sees that his brother has stopped crying will she slowly stop crying.
In Xiaoyuan's heart, his brother is stronger than himself. He doesn't cry easily and he is also very strong.
But what if his brother cried too.
That means the two brothers are facing great danger!
Xiaoman was hiccuping and buried her head in her mother's arms, refusing to look at the strange man behind her.
“No, no!”
No, Dad, Mom is lying.
Xu Qingluo held Xiaoman in his arms and took out the photos that he often showed them.
The photo she often showed her two children was the wedding photo of Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yuheng.
But Zhou Yuheng is thinner now, and looks quite different from the photo.
No wonder the two children couldn’t recognize it.
"No!"
Xiaoman firmly believed that his mother had lied to him, so Xu Qingluo had to change the subject.
Xu Qingluo looked at the photo in her hand, and then at the man standing aside, not daring to approach.
I feel helpless and distressed.
Zhou Yuheng felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw his two sons' vigilant and defensive looks towards him.
"No."
"Xiao Man and Xiao Yuan have been looking at your photos before."
"They recognize you as their father."
"But you're so thin now that mom and I can't recognize you."
“That’s normal.”
"You will naturally become less estranged if you spend some time with the two children."
Xu Qingluo held Zhou Yuheng's hand to comfort him, so that he wouldn't feel that his two sons didn't recognize him as their old relative.
Zhou Yuheng looked at his two sons in silence, curled his lips and nodded at Xu Qingluo.
Zhou Yuheng looked at his two sons who were still crying loudly and left the room silently.
So that his two sons would not be frightened when they saw him.
Xu Qingluo felt indescribable feeling as she watched Zhou Yuheng's back as he left.
This man loves his two sons very much, and he will probably shed tears now.
Xu Qingluo coaxed Xiaoman, and Xiaoman stopped crying, and Xiaoyuan also slowly stopped crying.
"Mom, let me go see Ah Heng."
"Okay, let's go ahead."
Zhou Li also noticed that Zhou Yuheng was in a low mood.
She always felt that her son had something wrong in his heart when he returned from the mission.
Xu Qingluo found Zhou Yuheng in the kitchen, where he was boiling water.
"Ah Heng."
"young married woman."
Zhou Yuheng poured the boiling water into the kettle. Xu Qingluo looked at Zhou Yuheng and was silent for a long time.
"Ah Heng, go for psychological treatment."
Zhou Yuheng paused in the air while pouring the water. He looked out the window without saying anything.
"I'll help you with psychotherapy."
"OK?"
Xu Qingluo walked forward, took the kettle from Zhou Yuheng's hand, put it on the table, and held his bony hand.
Zhou Yuheng looked down at her, and when he saw the comfort in his wife's eyes, his voice trembled violently.
"good."
Xu Qingluo stroked his face with a smile. Zhou Yuheng bent down and rested his head on her shoulder.
“I seem to be really sick.”
"Qingluo."
The usually tough man, at this moment, is like a child who has found a lifeline.
Xu Qingluo gently touched his head.
What she knows, she knows.
He must have suffered an unbearable amount of harm outside, which is why he looked so fragile.
"I'm here."
"No."
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