Chapter: 1718
"These are made by the children themselves." Leng Qianxue put the dessert on the coffee table, "I put it here for you, eat it when you want."
Leng Difeng raised his eyes and looked at the plate, the mooncakes of different sizes and crooked, unavoidably moved...
He could imagine the three little ones kneading moon cakes with their little hands, they must be smiling happily. Although they didn't like him, they would leave him a copy of anything delicious.
"The children are playing in the garden, do you want to accompany them?"
Leng Qianxue asked softly.
Leng Difeng didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly.
"No matter how busy Zhenting is, he will spend time with his children every night. Even if he is sick and can't play games with them, he will tell them stories..."
Leng Qianxue said with a smile, "I'll let 120 tell you when you have time. They have learned a lot of stories."
After saying this, Leng Qianxue silently left...
Leng Difeng looked at the plate of dim sum, listened to the cheerful laughter of the children behind the courtyard wall, recalled his childhood, and suddenly felt that maybe he really should make some changes...
He remembered what his aunt once said to him. In fact, in this world, many people's childhoods are not very good. Some people have experienced a lot of hardships and are displaced; some people are lonely and wandering, lacking the love of their parents...
But the same experience makes a different character.
When some people grow up, their hearts become sensitive and fragile, they only ask for love, but do not know how to love others;
And some people, despite the wind and rain, are still strong in their hearts, she will give love, give warmth, and then get love...
Maybe some people will gradually grow from the first type to the second type, but some people will never grow up in their entire lives.
No matter what age you are, life is about constant self-reflection and growth...
"Daddy!"
Suddenly, a young voice came, interrupting Leng Difeng's thoughts.
He looked up and walked over cautiously with a glass of juice in one end. Second hand was also carrying a few snacks, while Ling Ling was holding a book...
"This is what my aunt asked us to bring to you." They said obediently, "I squeezed this apple juice myself."
"I chose these snacks." Er Er raised her head and said earnestly, "I have one for Mommy, and one for you."
"I chose this book for you." Ling Ling put the book on the table, "I don't know many words, but I think my uncle often reads..."
Leng Difeng took it over and saw that it was actually "Sun Tzu's Art of War". He thought it was a sour book of self-cultivation and self-cultivation.
"Daddy, we're going to play in the yard, are you going?"
The three children looked at him blankly.
"I..." Leng Difeng subconsciously wanted to refuse, but thinking about what Leng Qianxue just said, Ye Zhenting would play with the children every day, no matter what the situation, and even if he was sick, he would tell them stories.
He is a person who likes to be quiet, and he can't accompany the children crazy, so he simply proposes: "Daddy, let's tell you a story."
"Yeah!"
This was the first time Leng Difeng proposed to tell them a story, and the children were so excited that they went to call Chenchen, Longlong, and Yueyue to listen to them together.
The six children sat on the small bench, holding their chins, waiting for Leng Difeng to tell a story.
Leng Difeng looked at the clear and expectant eyes of these children, there was a trace of nervousness that had never been seen before, he coughed twice, adjusted his voice, and then began to speak—
"Once upon a time, there was a man who was hit and killed by a car on the road. He was torn apart, and his limbs were missing..."
Halfway through, the children's faces turned green, and they all stared at him with wide eyes.
He thought that he was speaking very well, with a sense of accomplishment, straightened his back, and continued to speak—
"The police are here and begin to sort out the scene..." JrNovels.com
Leng Difeng raised his eyes and looked at the plate, the mooncakes of different sizes and crooked, unavoidably moved...
He could imagine the three little ones kneading moon cakes with their little hands, they must be smiling happily. Although they didn't like him, they would leave him a copy of anything delicious.
"The children are playing in the garden, do you want to accompany them?"
Leng Qianxue asked softly.
Leng Difeng didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly.
"No matter how busy Zhenting is, he will spend time with his children every night. Even if he is sick and can't play games with them, he will tell them stories..."
Leng Qianxue said with a smile, "I'll let 120 tell you when you have time. They have learned a lot of stories."
After saying this, Leng Qianxue silently left...
Leng Difeng looked at the plate of dim sum, listened to the cheerful laughter of the children behind the courtyard wall, recalled his childhood, and suddenly felt that maybe he really should make some changes...
He remembered what his aunt once said to him. In fact, in this world, many people's childhoods are not very good. Some people have experienced a lot of hardships and are displaced; some people are lonely and wandering, lacking the love of their parents...
But the same experience makes a different character.
When some people grow up, their hearts become sensitive and fragile, they only ask for love, but do not know how to love others;
And some people, despite the wind and rain, are still strong in their hearts, she will give love, give warmth, and then get love...
Maybe some people will gradually grow from the first type to the second type, but some people will never grow up in their entire lives.
No matter what age you are, life is about constant self-reflection and growth...
"Daddy!"
Suddenly, a young voice came, interrupting Leng Difeng's thoughts.
He looked up and walked over cautiously with a glass of juice in one end. Second hand was also carrying a few snacks, while Ling Ling was holding a book...
"This is what my aunt asked us to bring to you." They said obediently, "I squeezed this apple juice myself."
"I chose these snacks." Er Er raised her head and said earnestly, "I have one for Mommy, and one for you."
"I chose this book for you." Ling Ling put the book on the table, "I don't know many words, but I think my uncle often reads..."
Leng Difeng took it over and saw that it was actually "Sun Tzu's Art of War". He thought it was a sour book of self-cultivation and self-cultivation.
"Daddy, we're going to play in the yard, are you going?"
The three children looked at him blankly.
"I..." Leng Difeng subconsciously wanted to refuse, but thinking about what Leng Qianxue just said, Ye Zhenting would play with the children every day, no matter what the situation, and even if he was sick, he would tell them stories.
He is a person who likes to be quiet, and he can't accompany the children crazy, so he simply proposes: "Daddy, let's tell you a story."
"Yeah!"
This was the first time Leng Difeng proposed to tell them a story, and the children were so excited that they went to call Chenchen, Longlong, and Yueyue to listen to them together.
The six children sat on the small bench, holding their chins, waiting for Leng Difeng to tell a story.
Leng Difeng looked at the clear and expectant eyes of these children, there was a trace of nervousness that had never been seen before, he coughed twice, adjusted his voice, and then began to speak—
"Once upon a time, there was a man who was hit and killed by a car on the road. He was torn apart, and his limbs were missing..."
Halfway through, the children's faces turned green, and they all stared at him with wide eyes.
He thought that he was speaking very well, with a sense of accomplishment, straightened his back, and continued to speak—
"The police are here and begin to sort out the scene..." JrNovels.com
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