Gao Zhiqiu sneered, "I didn’t know until today that Professor Leng had a hobby of recognizing his daughter indiscriminately."
"You admit that you know autumn, right?" Leng Shijun immediately said
Gao Zhiqiu pursed her lips and simply didn’t speak.
"Zhiqiu" Leng Shijun sighed. "I’ve always wanted to go to America to see you for so many years, and I want to tell you in person that I’m sorry."
Gao Zhiqiu sneered and looked at him with a smile. His eyes were full of cynicism and sarcasm. "I’m sorry? What are you sorry for me? "
Although times have changed for so many years, the thought of him leaving the United States with his cold family more than 20 years ago made her feel as if her heart had been cut off one by one.
Once so ambitious and talented, the piano king can’t compete with rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea in the end. How ironic life is after marriage.
Leng Shijun looked at her and said, "Zhiqiu, I checked your information for so many years and you haven’t remarried, have you?"
It’s cold in the autumn when you know it. "This one has nothing to do with you, so you don’t need men, especially men who can’t eat bitterness and fear cowardice."
Leng Shijun’s face quickly crossed all kinds of expressions of embarrassment and guilt.
It was the most lonely time in his life, but it was only witnessed by Gao Zhiqiu. Maybe that’s why he never forgot her, because she never woke up. Even if the aura is bright now, in the end, he is just a coward who fears poverty and evades responsibility.
More than 20 years ago, he took Gao Zhiqiu to Las Vegas to get married despite his family’s opposition.
The cold family blocked all his financial resources, but he was young and fearless at that time. After all, he was already a famous piano king in China. He firmly believed that he could once again recruit the United States to support their lives.
However, the reality is cruel and affectionate. Qiu University has not graduated yet, and he can play the piano by the roadside every day to earn some flowers. Although he has experience as a D assistant, his job search is blocked in every way, and he can finally be recorded in a French restaurant as a piano player playing background music at dinner.
At that time, his income was very small, and the two people’s basic life was not rich, but it was decent … Occasionally, I felt very warm and sweet.
However, it didn’t last for a year before the hotel suddenly dismissed him. Later, no shop in that area was willing to make him.
Afterwards, he realized that his brother had been entrusted by his parents to pay someone to do it, which was to force him to return to China.
As they hoped, without financial resources, the two began to quarrel over trivial matters, and gradually love was honed by reality, and artists became tired of life.
Finally, in an on-the-spot performance, he had an argument with someone because of dozens of dollars, and was sent black and blue by several foreigners.
A foreigner was black and blue and sent to the hospital.
Gao Zhiqiu took care of him sleepless, and then his parents flew directly from A city to American mother. In his ward, he "plopped" a pair of her kneeling and crying, begging her to let her go and let him return home.
Gao Zhiqiu didn’t force him. On the contrary, she gave herself a choice.
At that time, he felt that the two had lost their feelings. Since they had no feelings, what was the point of tying them together? Jia’s parents are old and his grandmother has just been dying. Finally, he said that he left the United States with his parents for these reasons.
These future events are always the most difficult stain in his heart.
In the first few years when he returned to China, he was always flustered and stressed every day. He almost lost sleep every night and didn’t like to talk. He was withdrawn and lonely, and he could only sleep by relying on sleeping pills and alcohol.
My parents couldn’t find a psychologist, and the psychotherapy with him for several years was ineffective until … He met Han Minzhi, a talented woman who also studied Xiaoqin and was sixteen years younger than him.
……
A mobile phone bell pulled Leng Shijun’s drifting thoughts back to him. He didn’t answer it. He looked at Gao Zhiqiu in a hurry and asked, "How old is vivian? Is she my daughter?"
He has checked her data these two days, and it is indeed written in the data column that she is unmarried and has no relatives.
If I hadn’t followed vivian all day today and kept calling her "mom", he would never have thought that she was pregnant when he left more than 20 years ago.
In that case, what didn’t she say?
This can also explain why when he first returned to China, he was always involuntarily flustered and uneasy.
Gao Zhiqiu sneered, "vivian is my daughter. She has nothing to do with you."
"Zhiqiu, can you stop doing this?" Leng Shijun felt very sad at heart. He closed his eyes and tried to be as calm as possible. He said, "I know that our affairs have become the past, and I don’t want to beg your forgiveness, but … if vivian is really my daughter, I am willing to raise her and give her the best education. I have not done my duty for more than 20 years …"
"You shut up!" Gao Zhiqiu almost shouted out this sentence with all his strength, and his temple was pounding, and his heartbeat was also urgent and fast, and he could almost control the outburst of anger. "I have the ability to take good care of my daughter, Professor Yu Leng. Please be your famous pianist. Goodbye."
With that, she pushed him away and took him out of the room. Kara quickly pushed open the door and flashed in with vivian.
"Pa" a door before he was hit.
Leng Shijun didn’t move at the door for a long time. The phone rang again and again and never answered it.
Room 162
"Mom?" Vivian sat on the sofa and looked at it. After entering the room, she has been sitting there staring blankly.
Gao Zhiqiu closed his eyes and smiled at vivian. "What’s wrong with vivian?"
"That man outside, is he my father?" Vivian asked in a small way
Gao Zhiqiu shook his head "no"
"…" Vivian frowned, and her big eyes were full of confusion and doubt. "Mom, who is my father?"
This question has been asked since she was sensible, and the answer is the same as before.
"Your father is dead," said Gao Zhiqiu lightly.
Vivian pursed her lips and said nothing more.
Rui yuan shou fu Han Zhai
Korea’s old lady is very dissatisfied with Korea’s move back to Xiangxiyuan in the middle of the night, but there is no way for Aunt Lian to pack some pickled pickles stewed in advance from the kitchen for them to bring.
Gao Xiaobai put on his snow boots, holding jelly in one hand and waving to everyone in the other. "Bye grandma, bye grandma, bye grandpa, I’ll miss you."