Whoever says that the heart of an inch of grass can be rewarded with three springs

Yang Jian seems to have to leave the main hall, he can't let the big girl tell everything.

He has no turning back, now, he is reluctant to part with his daughters, and selfishly wants to get together with them every day in the few days left, but he can't let the big girl and the little sister know that he already knows their background.

If they found out, they would never leave him no matter what, unless he hurt them as a father.And the biggest harm from father is that he doesn't love them.

However, the lack of love from a biological father is a great harm to a child!This blow, for the big girl who loves him so much, is destruction!

He will eventually let them go. He drives them away to keep them from being sad, not to destroy their hope. If the last layer of window paper is pierced, he doesn't know how to deal with them, so that they can be saved. Damage is minimized.

So sorry.

Big girl, little sister, it's not that daddy doesn't recognize you, daddy can't recognize you...

Yang Jian stood outside the door of the little sister's room for a long time, until he calmed down, he opened the door and entered.

The little girl is bored, she is not as powerful as the big girl, and recovers quickly, and everyone in the temple has business, even Xiao Tiangou is very busy, she is alone in the room, almost bored to death, Seeing Yang Jian at this time, he was very happy.

"Master Zhenjun!"

Seeing the little girl's bright smile, Yang Jian felt relieved, "Get up and drink your medicine."

When the little girl saw the pitch-black bowl of medicine in Yang Jian's hand, her smile suddenly collapsed, "I need to drink medicine again, that medicine is very bitter."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Yang Jian advised, "Good medicine tastes bitter."

The little girl pursed her lips: "The person who said that must not have taken the medicine by himself."

"If you don't drink it, the medicine will be even more bitter when it's cold." Taking up the medicine bowl, Yang Jian sat down beside the bed, "Don't be self-willed, I'll feed you."

Although the medicine was very bitter, the little girl couldn't resist Yang Jian's temptation to feed her the medicine herself. She lowered her head and took the spoon that Yang Jian gave her, frowning and drinking it one bite at a time.Yang Jian looked at the little girl who was so afraid of suffering, but in order to enjoy the time of his medicine feeding for a moment, he didn't drink it up quickly, just sipping it spoon by spoon, feeling extremely sour in his heart.

No matter how slow it is, when the medicine is finished, the little sister's brows are wrinkled enough to kill mosquitoes, Yang Jian flipped his right hand, "Little sister, look." There are a few candied fruit in his hand sour plum.

"Candied fruit!" The little girl was overjoyed, grabbed one and put it in her mouth, which dilutes the bitter taste in her mouth.It was only after eating that I remembered, why did Dad carry such things as candied fruit with him? Could it be that he is also afraid of suffering?But he doesn't need to take medicine, um...he must like it.Thinking of the iceberg-like father who likes to eat sweets and also carries candied fruit with him, the younger sister couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The little girl doesn't know that Yang Jian will carry this thing with her because she was sad when she saw the big girl and the little girl drinking medicine. use.

"Leave these to my sister." Yang Jian gave the remaining candied fruits to his younger sister.

The younger sister took it, but she didn't understand: "You can give it to her yourself." He would be happier if he gave it to his sister himself.

Yang Jian sighed, stroked the little sister's black hair, but remained silent.

He didn't dare to give, he dared to care about the younger sister, but he didn't dare to care about the older girl blatantly.The big girl is really too sharp, a little carelessness will arouse her suspicion.

"Oh, I see." The little girl said with a wicked smile, "You're afraid that my sister will laugh at you if she knows you like candied fruit, right?"

Only then did Yang Jian know what the little girl was laughing at just now, and without explaining, he rubbed her hair and couldn't help laughing: "Ghost girl."

The little girl felt that she had guessed right, and she smiled coquettishly again.