This parent is a bit cold

Ling Jie covered his painful face, and looked at Ji Ming in shock.

Having known each other for several years, Ji Ming is always deserted, and never reveals his emotions easily. Ling Jie has never seen her so hysterical.

Ji Ming was over-excited and fell into a state of extreme collapse. She pressed her head, and her eyes turned to Ling Siji's face. The child watched his parents quarrel and even started to fight, and began to cry again.

Maybe she was frightened, she didn't dare to speak out, she just sobbed muffled.

"Ming Ming! What's the matter? What's the matter with you?" Ling Mo was very nervous. He didn't know why Ji Ming did this suddenly, and his eyes were full of despair.

Ling Siji's panic and Ling Mo's concern made Ji Ming gradually calm down. She forced herself to calm down and took deep breaths.

"Momo, take Siji to the bedroom." She finally calmed down.

"Okay, you...okay." Ling Mo knew that she couldn't stand between them and involve family education, even if she was a teacher, she couldn't interfere.

School education and family parenting are two lines that complement each other. At this moment, with her status, it is not suitable to say anything more.

She dragged Ling Siji into the bedroom, and she always had to use some method to coax the child, Ling Mo asked the reason of the matter in a few words.

It's just that Ling Siji is not used to living with Ling Jie, and clamors for his mother.

Because this day is special, Ji Ming wants to be alone. In the past, he wanted to remember his past self, but now he wants to give himself some time to be alone.

Ling Siji is a child with polarized emotions. Usually, her mother is busy working overtime and she will obediently stay at grandma's house. Because she seldom gets along with Ling Jie, it is understandable that she is not used to it for a while.

When her resistance was ineffective, she used extreme methods to threaten her father, only to be severely taught.

The sound of the diaphragm in the room was mediocre, and Ling Mo was worried that Ling Siji would hear some sensitive words, so he took her to the balcony, opened the game learning software on the phone, and let the children entertain themselves.

After finishing the little guy, she stood quietly behind the door, and every word of Ji Ming and Ling Jie could be heard clearly.

At first, the two hit it off about the physical marriage.

Ling Jie's parents were conservative and had many relatives, so he couldn't come out or marry.However, Ji Ming's mother's health is deteriorating due to various complications caused by diabetes.

In order to make her feel that she has someone to rely on, Ji Ming also chose to find a personal form, which led to the relationship between the two of them.

It was all for coping, and no one mentioned the matter of having a child.

Unexpectedly, an accident changed their plans.

"When we decided to raise Four Seasons, we made an agreement that, except for the financial part of the joint parenting, I will take the lead, and the education methods must be the same. We have known each other for so many years, we have discussed and discussed, and we have never quarreled. It is not my goal to properly punish the children. , but means, and I didn't hit hard, I don't understand why you are so extreme and beat me, I have never been beaten since I was a child..." Ling Jie said calmly, feeling the pain of being beaten. With a hot face, he looks like a child who is wronged.

Ji Ming's expression was as stiff as a stone, as if he hadn't fully recovered.

"I also said that my bottom line is not to beat children, and you agreed at the beginning."

"You really don't see how much she's gone too far."

"There are many punishment methods, but beating is not necessarily necessary."

"I can't bear the anger, and I didn't hit hard. To make her hurt is to let her know that she will be punished if she makes a mistake. She has a long memory."

"You mean, next time you can't control your emotions, you will still hit me?" Ji Ming's face was gloomy, like the eve of a storm, and it was so cold that people shivered.

"Don't make a fuss about it. I just whipped my ass with a clothes hanger. She took off her pants by herself, so there was a red mark. Don't you think about how bad her behavior is! She is only four years old, and she knows it all." Threatened me with the method that my parents are afraid of her getting sick, what should I do if I don’t teach her a lesson?”

"As I said, there are many ways to punish mistakes, and beating is not the only way. Did you forget how you became her father?"

Ling Jie's eyes turned red instantly, this was the eternal pain in his heart, how could he forget it.

"If Ling Hua and Qian Rui were alive, they wouldn't be willing to beat their daughter. Please think about them when you do it. Sorry, I shouldn't do it today either."

Ling Jie remained silent, the past was vivid in his memory, which made people feel sad and regretful.

Ling Siji's life experience made those who heard it sad and those who heard it shed tears.When she was less than one year old, both her biological parents died in a car accident. She has no memory yet, so she naturally regards Ling Jie and Ji Ming as her parents.

Back then when Ling Jie insisted on being a DINK, his family objected, but when he proposed to adopt Ling Siji without having children, both his grandparents agreed.

There is no better way to regain the love of your parents than to be left alone in this world.

The elders didn't know the inside story, and felt guilty and grateful to Ji Ming.In order to face the four seasons wholeheartedly, the couple decided not to have children. This is a great sacrifice in the traditional concept and cognition of the old man.

At the same time, in order for Ling Siji to grow up healthily, this matter has become an eternal secret in the family, and no one can mention it.

Even Ji Ming's mother didn't know that the child was not her own.

Maybe it was a headache from poking the center, Ling Jie regretted his impulsiveness a little.

"I won't do anything in the future. Now that I think about it, the child should have memories at the age of four. If she remembers these things in the future, wouldn't I become a wicked father?" Ling Jie sighed: "Ah Ming, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My child, I take your opinion first."

"I didn't do it right. You can also remind me. If you have time to spend with your children during holidays, don't always think about living with your boyfriend. As a father, I hope you will do your best. After all, she also has the same love as you." Blood is equivalent to a biological birth." Ji Ming's meaning is obvious, even though she plays the role of mother, she is actually helping the Ling family.

If it wasn't because Ling Jie's surname was Ling that they talked a little more, maybe they wouldn't have become a marriage relationship.

Ji Ming always remembered that Ling Mo liked children, so she offered to adopt them. Ling Siji's name was re-taken after she became a mother.

The child's name includes her and Ling Mo. Even if it is like this for a lifetime, Ji Ming will not be alone.

"I know, I will pay attention. But now, with a teacher by your side, I can't say anything. I think Teacher Momo will definitely educate us later, and say sorry to her for ruining her birthday. Ambience, I'll go first." Ling Jie looked downcast, feeling uncomfortable, maybe he should reflect on the responsibilities he failed to fulfill.

I don't usually take children with me, so it's rare to get started once I take them with me. Why?

In terms of hard work, he will never be as good as Ji Ming.

The information of the conversation between the two matched what Teacher Yang said. Four Seasons was adopted by them because of the death of their parents.

At this time, Ling Siji had already entered the game learning interaction, and he couldn't think of leaving.

Happiness is sometimes so simple. Childhood is like the root of a big tree, which determines the future direction.If unfortunate, it may be a lifetime.

Ling Mo once felt that she was unfortunate. She lost her mother's love, alienated her father, and her older sister became a stepmother. She grew up in loneliness.

But compared to Ji Ming and Ling Siji, she is lucky again.

Walking into the living room, Ji Ming was crouching on the sofa with her head in her hands, her fingertips constantly stroking the old wound on her head.

Some brand marks, once embedded in the flesh, last forever.

Some wounds can never be healed.

"Ming Ming." Ling Mo sat over, and Ji Ming didn't respond, but the curled up posture gradually relaxed.

Ling Mo didn't ask any more questions, just sat quietly with her, and Ling Siji's heartless laughter came from the bedroom from time to time, setting off like background music, forming a contrast with the heaviness at this time.

"Ling Jie actually has a twin brother named Ling Hua." Ji Ming said suddenly, her voice was very soft, she still pressed her hand on the top of her head, rubbing it lightly from time to time to relieve her headache.

Ling Mo suddenly realized: "No wonder Siji looks so similar to Ling Jie, they are biological father and daughter at first glance."

"Well, at that time they were holding a birthday present for Four Seasons, but they encountered a large truck that overturned and were unable to save it. At that time, Ling Jie and I were married not long ago... What I mean by marriage is that they took a certificate to show to both parents. Originally, we didn't want children, so we proposed to adopt Siji."

"You bring the four seasons well."

Ji Ming shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I'm not suitable to be a mother at all, and I can't be a good mother either. With such obvious personality defects like me, what qualifications do I have to educate the next generation, not to mention that families like physical marriage are not complete, which is not conducive to The child grows."

"Don't talk about yourself like that, Ming Ming, are you..." Ling Mo couldn't ask, from the injury on Ji Ming's head to the series of overreactions just now, it's hard for her not to wonder what happened to Ji Ming when he was a child ill.

The ridiculous thing is that they have been together for more than three years, but she didn't notice it at all.

Ji Ming stood up, walked to the door of the bedroom, took a look at Ling Siji, and found that she was enjoying herself, so she went to the study, took out wine from the wine cabinet, and poured herself a glass.

He never thought of talking about this, even if he faced Ling Mo, even if he tried to open his heart to her, Ji Ming needed courage.

It's not completely dark yet, but Ji Ming's world has been dark for many, many years.

Her misfortune and autism are not simply because of poverty at home?

"Momo, do you know what fire scissors are?" Ji Ming turned his head and asked, Ling Mo shook his head, at first glance, it sounded like an ancient torture tool.

"The charcoal stove for cooking things in the countryside is specially made to hold carbon, and sometimes it is also used to stir the firewood in the pot hall."

"Could the injury on your head be..." Ling Mo didn't dare to guess, he couldn't breathe thinking about it.

"That's right, he was the one who hit it, because he did something worse than a beast?" Ji Ming gritted his teeth when he said this: "I hit him first, and he hit me on the head with a pair of scissors, and I almost died , who knew he couldn't die, huh..."

Ji Ming poured another glass, but was snatched by Ling Mo to drink it. The alcohol was so strong that she almost choked, but it seemed that this was the only way to calm the anger in her heart.

"Go on, I'm mentally prepared." Too angry and too hateful, Ling Mo couldn't control his anger when he heard this.

Ji Ming was amused by her appearance, "Don't be so righteously indignant, he is dead anyway."

"When?" Ling Mo was shocked. She clearly remembered that when she filled out her personal information in college, Ji Ming wrote her father's name.

"Half a month after leaving you, I received the news that he committed suicide."

Ling Mo suddenly didn't know what to say, say hate, what's the point of hating a dead person, say hate, that person is Ji Ming's biological father.The irony is that they had just separated at that time, how did Ji Ming bear these ensuing blows?

She couldn't describe it in two words: distressed. The past was deeply buried in Ji Ming's heart, and it was a pain that no one else could match.She was heartbroken that she couldn't empathize, couldn't comfort, couldn't feel, and couldn't share these pains, which made Ji Ming's hurt worse.

She hates herself.

"I often think that it would be great if I was beaten to death by him that day. If I died at that time, there would be no dark and cruel beatings later. Gamblers are just like drug addicts, they are crazy about their families. He almost burned, killed, and looted. No one dared to provoke him, so when I was beaten, all I got were indifferent onlookers. I still remember the lamp under the tree at the entrance of the village. It was really bright, illuminating the wounds on my body. The eyes and lighting, does it look like a person is on the stage and is illuminated by the spotlight?"

Ling Mo burst into tears when he heard it, and was completely drawn into it, as if he had witnessed the scenes of torture with his own eyes.

Thinking of the ordeal that Ji Ming has endured, I feel hard to breathe, almost suffocating.

How could she have thought that the horrors she usually saw in the reports and programs were all around her?It was impossible for her to think that Ji Ming's childhood would be so miserable.

"Mo Mo."

"Huh?" When Ling Mo raised his head, two lines of tears welled up in his eyes, but Ji Ming smiled in his eyes, "Thank you for listening to me." The things that have been on my heart for so many years, I feel a sense of relief when I say them.

Ji Ming thought that no one would make her willing to confide in this life, but she unconsciously approached Ling Mo.

She wouldn't tell Ling Mo that she was standing by the lake when she was planning to commit suicide.

She wouldn't let Ling Mo know that she was able to live until now because she saw light in the darkness.

Speaking of this again, it was calmer than expected, Ji Ming held the wine glass, turned it around twice, and put it back on the table.

"Since you want to thank me, you have to take action, right?" Ling Mo wiped away the tears, wanting to ease the burden of today. The pain in the past cannot be changed, but they still live in the present, and they can slowly heal, accept, and let go. Open your heart and embrace the beauty.

"How do you want me to thank you? I have already prepared a birthday present for you."

"That's not enough. A birthday is a birthday, and a gift of thanks is a gift of thanks."

I don't know what crooked idea Ling Mo is playing, so Ji Ming can only say: "Then tell me, what do you want, I will do my best."

"Actually, it's very simple." Ling Mo approached her, and a warm air flow spread between the two of them. The combination of breathing made Ji Ming blush, and she couldn't remember her body and heart clearly. It's been a long time since I throbbed like this.

She couldn't help but took two steps back and leaned against the corner of the table.

"What are you afraid of? I can still eat you." Ling Mo also blushed, the corners of her mouth curled up in a beautiful arc, her arms were slightly opened, and she said softly: "Ming Ming, give me a hug, okay?" good?"

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