Chapter 1094: Daughter's truth

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"Dad... Little Charcoal misses...I want to sleep..."
Little gray char turned his face gently, looking at Ye Chen, even under the rendering of Hongxia. A pale face could still be seen, and bean-sized sweat beads condensed on his head unconsciously, flowing slowly along the hair, his dry lips trembling, and a weak voice came out from inside.
"Don't... don't sleep well? Please, please talk to your dad again?"
Uncontrollable tears rolled out of her eyes like a nest, Ye Chen pressed her thin and cold palm tightly to her face, choked with a cry, and finally raised her head, revealing a little ugly to the charcoal than crying Begging to smile.
Look at... look at my dad’s tears, I can chat with my dad for a while, really, as long as a while, God, if there is a god, just give us a little more time. !
"Dad... crying again..."
Little gray charcoal looked at him dullly and gradually became gentle, helping Ye Chen gently wipe the tears and nodded hard.
"Little Charcoal doesn't sleep...speak to dad..."
"Good... good..."
Nose twitched, but at this time, Ye Chen couldn't even say a word.
damn it! speak! ! Come up with something to say! ! !
"father……"
Little Grey Char seemed to be aware of Ye Chen's self-loathing feeling at the moment and opened his mouth first.
"Dad doesn't want to know... why would I know my father and mother... isn't it real?"
"..."
Just this sentence, re-absorbed the three souls and souls that Ye Chen and Honglian lost.
Looking at the small gray charcoal, she looked at the two with calm eyes, no longer timid. Perhaps for a long time, those unsolved doubts would have to be revealed at this moment.
Why...Why did the small gray charcoal carry this kind of hard life to survive? Her five years of hard work, let alone a child, an ordinary person, even with the will of the self-cultivator, can be completely overwhelmed.
Moreover, when she just met her and looked at her eyes, Ye Chen couldn't find any desire to survive from inside. The messy and dirty bangs revealed the dead gray broken eyes.
Also, why is there always a sad expression? Why doesn't the negative feeling inside increase but increase? Even if the identities of Ye Chen and Honglian were discovered early in the morning, it could not be explained. Ye Chen had that confidence, and the smile she showed when she and the two were together was not disguised.
Ye Chen and Honglian held their breaths and looked at the small gray charcoal motionlessly. Although they nodded, the meaning in their eyes was undoubtedly revealed. Although they knew that this might be a black history, let the small gray charcoal say it. It was a cruel thing for her.
But no way, Ye Chen and Honglian, but her parents, how can they not worry about it!
"From the first moment I saw my parents, I knew it was fake."
In a very calm voice, the little gray charcoal said slowly: "Because I know... I already knew that my parents were dead."
"But according to us... according to the data we investigated, the little gray charcoal... weren't the two people gone missing?"
Ye Chen and Honglian were stunned.
"Yes... that day... the original father and mother went out before dawn...together with me..."
"..."
This is no information at all.
As if recalling some horrible memories, the small gray charcoal body shivered slightly.
"I... that night... I accidentally heard about them, because...because I couldn't do the work...and have to eat and drink...they want to sell me...to a mine owner...like to eat kids... A big villain who likes to eat children..."
Resisting the inner love, shock and anger, the two continued to listen.
"In the morning...said to pick wild vegetables together...but...but got it...then they actually wanted to take me out and sell it...along the way...afraid...afraid...afraid...in the end Still can't help being afraid, struggling..."
Speaking of which, Xiaohuitan remained silent for a while, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and looked closely at the two.
"Then... the original father and mother... At that time, I was thinking of going to the cliff basket (the big baskets that were placed on the cliff, hung up and down for transportation, and lifted the ore mine)... the result... the result was pushed down by me... …"
After finishing the talk, the small gray charcoal closed his eyes deeply, leaving a stunned leaf dust and red lotus.
It turned out to be the case. No wonder they were seen through their identity as soon as they appeared. It turned out that the original parents of Little Grey Charcoal were pushed down the cliff by her own hand.
"Wait off the cliff... the original father and mother have... because they are afraid... so afraid... I buried the body... so no one found..."
"..."
"Kill your parents by your own hands... people like me... even if they are cursed... souls go to hell... tortured for eternal life...can't atone for... people like me..."
"So, little charcoal has been alive, torture yourself in this way, to relieve the guilt of the heart?"
Stroking the head of small gray charcoal, in her surprised eyes, Ye Chen firmly hugged her tightly...
"why……"
The small gray charcoal in his arms raised his head, his eyes confused.
"I am an ominous person...maybe...maybe even my father and mother in the future..."
"Hush...no nonsense..."
Before the words were finished, Ye Chen stretched out her fingers and blocked the small mouth of the small charcoal.
"Small gray charcoal did nothing wrong. Since they were not good for small gray charcoal, they would be stupid if they didn’t struggle. Besides, you were just careless, not intentional. Small gray charcoal is Ye Chen’s daughter, not What an ominous person, when I hear this, even if you say that, I’m still very angry."
"father……"
Clutching Ye Chen's clothes tightly, Xiaohuitan smiled weakly and pressed his head close to him. However, the sorrowful look on the small face didn't release much because of Ye Chen's comfort.
The idea of ​​holding on to self-blame for a full five years and keeping her alive and suffering all these sufferings is a solid existence similar to faith for small gray charcoal.
Persevere in your guilt and insist on self-punishment, in order to obtain a sense of atonement from that strong guilt of self-blame, just like the gangrene of the bones, this dark barrier that runs through the entire soul of the small gray charcoal, if only by Ye Chen three words It can be broken, which is too ridiculous.
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