Chapter 1718 (1/2)

Opening the notebook, a faint fragrance came from it. Ning Shiqian didn't expect Qin Ruolan to protect the diary so well. On the front page of the diary, there was a letter. The faint fragrance came from this letter. Looking at the paper and handwriting, it should have been put in before long.

Ning Shiqian opens it silently. Unexpectedly, it's a letter from Qin Ruolan.

My son:

mom doesn't know when you will see the envelope, but when you can see the letter, mom is no longer around.

I'm sorry that our mother and son should be able to talk in such a way. I'm also sorry that my mother never told you what you always wanted to know, but she really didn't know how to tell you those things. But if I don't tell you now, I'm afraid your generation won't know the secret. Let's tell you a story. It's a long story My husband came back with a four-year-old child more than 20 years ago.

On that day, my husband came back to me with a four-year-old child and said, ”this is my old friend's son. They died unexpectedly. Leave this child behind, and the child will follow us.”

I asked which old friend he was, because I should know all his old friends, but the husband kept quiet and refused to say anything more, only that he would treat the child as if he were himself, and the child would call us father and mother later.

I'm somewhat diaphragmatic. Such a child with an unknown origin will become my son, but I can't ask more. How could I have no idea.

At that time, my own child was only two years old. Suddenly, I had another four-year-old child, which I couldn't afford. However, my husband was obviously better than my own son for the child he brought back. Which doubt in my heart became more and more serious.

I have been pressing that question in the bottom of my heart, I dare not think or ask, because I am afraid that the result is something I can't bear.

But every time I see this child call my mother, my heart is always very uncomfortable, so I always forced to smile, the performance is very strange, hot can not get up.

There is a folk saying that the longer a child stays with someone, the more like he is. I don't know if this child has been with us for a long time, and even more like my husband as he grows older, more like my own son.

Others don't know. They always think that I have two sons. They are brothers. They say that I am blessed. But only I understand that the bitter taste of being corroded torments me day and night.

I have the answer in my heart, but I don't want to go deep. I don't want my family to fall apart. I don't want my husband to leave me. So I have been quietly enduring it. But the endurance of human heart is limited.

I can cheat everyone, but I can't cheat myself.

That guess and question has long been rooted in the bottom of my heart and can't be forgotten.

Finally, when my child was ten years old, I summoned up my courage and wanted to make an end for myself.