He Xiaoman trembled all over, and Hao Shuwen, who was holding her, also shook. Everyone else, including Liu Feng, subconsciously stood at attention, as if the tower was surrounded by angry purple thunderbolts!

Li Kuiyong's anger did not weaken at all:

"That's Shafa. Your father said that 10,000 Chinese women may not necessarily grow Shafa. Have you forgotten?"

The dark pupils lit up a little, and He Xiaolan asked weakly:

"My dad, said...this?"

Li Kuiyong made her messy short hair like a mushroom for her, and then pressed her hat down.

He Xiaolan's whole body was shaking like a sieve. She didn't know where to look with her big dark eyes. She couldn't look forward anyway, but just secretly used her light to pay attention to the man in front of her, as if she was not Li Kuiyong's hands on her head, but two cold guillotines...

Li Kuiyong sighed and said softly:

"You were four years old that year. I was reading the pictorial. You were sitting on a stool. Your father was holding a comb and it took a lot of effort to comb your hair. He said he wanted to tie you a French braid. While combing, he sighed and said, "Your hair should be on the head of a European nobleman. You have several maids to help with it every day, then put on a princess dress, full of gemstone decorations, and beautiful hair spread on your shoulders. How beautiful it would be..."

Crystal tears gushed out of his dark eyes, He Xiaoman's voice was trembling with a hint of trembling, and a strong nasal sound:

"Really...but, I don't remember anything..."

The women in the room were almost envious!

It turns out that their hair, which they despised for more than half a year, is so big?

On He Xiaoman's head is a tropical rainforest with hair, so unreasonable and abundant, it seems that the energy required for her thin body is extremely limited, and the remaining energy is given to her hair.

And that angry hair was her life energy, a silent explosion!

All women should like or even envy this hair. Looking closely, each of it has countless small bends, each of which is strong and black. But the fairies in the art troupe are a little afraid of this hair. Compared with them, this hair is too different...

He Xiaoman remembers another person with this kind of hair—

Her dad!

However, she didn't remember that when her father was alive, he was always very busy and liked to tie her hair into a bundle with a handkerchief, so sloppy and not beautiful at all...

The word "French braid" was the first time her beautiful mother mentioned it when she saw her farewell.

My mother wanted to be my biological mother before her daughter traveled far away. I remember that there was a big April sun in Shanghai in February. My mother spread a newspaper on the grass in Fuxing Park and asked her daughter to sit on it. She would tie her daughter's braids. The mother combed her so much that it hurt even more than the younger brother, which made her tears burst into tears.

In the end, the mother uniformed all the hair that was constantly fighting, and braided it into flowers from the top of her head to the tip of her braid, and told her that it was called "Wheat Ear Flower" and also called "French Braid".

She asked why she was called French braided, and her mother said softly, and it was also told by others.

Xiao Man guessed that "other" was her father, but there was no evidence. Until this day, the evidence was revealed from the vicious training section chief—

That is French braids, dad’s French braids!

After joining the art troupe, He Xiaoman wanted to keep her mother's traces on her head as long as possible, but two weeks later, her braids could not be kept.

She took off her hair in the partition of the bathhouse, but found that it was difficult to remove it. There were dead knots of her hair everywhere. She ran to the military barber shop next door to borrow a pair of scissors and cut all the dead knots.

The French braid is gone, she becomes a sphinx...

Tears of grievance fell...

Before it fell, a plain white handkerchief was crossing her eyes, wrapping them up, and gently touching her eyelids, dipping away the water stains that had not yet come out.

Li Kuiyong said warmly:

"Your dad is not a coward, he is the hero of you and your mother. That day, he found me and said..."

He Xiaoman raised her head and sniffed:

"What did dad say?"

Li Kuiyong took her hand. This time He Xiaoman was not afraid. She obediently left Hao Shuwen's blessing, followed Li Kuiyong to the small restaurant, and sat down silently.

The iron tower sat opposite, not seemingly so cold and terrifying, he said softly:

"He said that the suffering must end in me... Manman and her mother can't bear it. If I hold on, the mother and her mother will never have a chance to stand up... I'm not afraid of death, but I can't take care of Manman... Her mother might be able to find a good family to marry, but Manman is too stubborn. She is not a child who is fond of her stepfather... You promise me that you must find her in the future and take good care of her for me, so that you don't let someone bully her, okay?"

Li Kuiyong spoke very slowly, as if the man with curly hair was sitting opposite him, his eyes were filled with tears of reluctance and sadness, but his face was full of determination and sadness. He was really not cowardly, he was a hero!

He Xiaolan was already in tears. She held Li Kuiyong's white handkerchief tightly in her hand, and her fingernails turned white, but she never picked them up. She was as quiet as a dead person, and even breathing was inaudible. She could only keep surging tears to remind people that she was still a living person...

He Xiaoman doesn’t remember her father’s death, she only remembers that day she was the last child left in the kindergarten. All the children were picked up by their parents. She was the only child sitting in an empty chair.

The teacher seemed to know it, silently wooled with her and waited for something to happen, but nothing happened to her that day. So in her impression, her father's suicide was in a circle of empty chairs in the kindergarten and the darker sky, and the night she slept in the nap room, and the teacher's sleepy hands were patting her back...

"Manman, I found you!"

He Xiaolan gradually crawled out of the abyss of memory. She opened her black eyes wide, and her vortex-like pupils looked at the gentle and fierce man in front of her through the thick mist, as if she was trying to find a trace of clues stored in her memory on his face, but she didn't remember...

"I...I can't remember you anymore...Wow..."

He Xiaoman cried loudly. She had never cried like this. Even when she was six years old, she had never shed tears because she was eavesdropping on the corner of the bed of her stepfather and beautiful mother in the chilly spring.

But, she couldn't remember this person anymore.

Without this person in my memory, it is possible that there is no father's advice and the love left by his father, she is still the one that is despised by the whole world...

A broad and powerful hand pressed on her head, and the other big hand stretched out a finger, gently scraping away the tears on her face, and then heard the iron tower on the opposite side chuckling:

"My name is Li Kuiyong. It's nothing if I can't remember it. I've only seen you once. Which four-year-old girl can remember everyone she's seen once?"

He Xiaoman sobbed:

"But, but you are different..."

Li Kuiyong sighed:

"Yes, I'm different. I have to take good care of you and not let others bully you, right?"

He Xiaolan gradually stopped crying and said shyly:

"I, that's not what I mean..."

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"But that's what I mean!"

Turning around, looking at the talented and beautiful women around him, he sternly said:

"You all tell me. He Xiaolan is my sister, even more kidding than her own sister! Even if I, Li Kuiyong, is not the training section chief, no one can bully my sister..."

"Oh, have you been here to scare the kids?"

A soft and magnetic voice came from the corridor. Qin Ling was wearing a training suit, and his convex figure was visible at a glance. From top to bottom, his delicate collarbone, round and white shoulders, plump and full. Then down there was a suddenly tight waist, tight and slender legs...

Li Kuiyong clearly heard the sound of swallowing, which made him a little angry.

These turtle grandsons are just doing a big dance with just this little bit of concentration?

I jumped, didn’t I support me?

Qinling Niao Nana came over. When she passed by Hao Shuwen, the hormone goddess who was still the focus of the audience a second ago immediately lost her glory and turned into an ordinary plump female soldier.

It’s also a Chinese Studio, Qinling Mountains are a thousand-year-old fairy, and Hao Shuwen still has her tail...

"Look at you, I scared my sister to tears!"

He glanced at Li Kuiyong with a decent attitude, then turned his waist and sat next to He Xiaoman, took away the white handkerchief from her hand, held her little face, and gently wiped away the water stains on it.

That serious little look was like rubbing a jade Guanyin from the Northern Song Dynasty.

He Xiaolan's waist was straight and she was completely at a loss. Why did this female teacher who was as cold as an iceberg suddenly become so gentle?

A surprised expression also appeared on Liu Feng and others' faces. Qin Ling raised his head and said coldly:

"What do you want to see? No need to practice martial arts?"

The talented men and beautiful people were like amnesty, and they fled one by one with their toes. The dilapidated wooden floor made no sound, and only Liu Feng was still standing there, touching the back of his head and said:

"In a while, I will take the section chief to Political Commissar Ning..."

Qin Ling turned his head, opened and closed his bright red lips, and sniffed out a sentence:

"Cut—————————————”

Liu Feng nodded and ran away.

Li Kuiyong was happy:

"Qinling, are they so afraid of you?"

Qin Ling said coquettishly:

"No, people have always been very gentle. If you don't believe me, ask your sister!"

He Xiaolan looked at Qinling in a panic, and looked at Li Kuiyong as if asking for help. She didn't know whether she should deceive this "brother" who finally fell from the sky.

Li Kuiyong smiled and said:

"Okay, those grandchildren look like quails when they see you, so you still need to ask?"

Seeing that Qin Ling let go of He Xiaoman and bullied him, he hurriedly said:

"Is that old man from Political Commissar Ning here? I haven't reported it yet, why don't you take me there?"

Qinling looked down and sighed:

"You guys are waiting here, I'll go change my clothes!"
To be continued...