Chapter 1272 Qin Qiao vs Zhan Qing

Chapter 1274

After seeing what was written above, Qiaoqiao took the diary and went to bed.

Because this is really the diary written by Uncle Jiu...

When she turned to the first page and saw the first line, Qiaoqiao's nose was sore and her eyes were red.

The ninth day of Qiaoqiao's absence

It was not the first day, but the ninth day. Qiaoqiao looked at this line of words and her eyes were blurred.

She couldn't imagine what Uncle Jiu was like in the previous eight days.

I dare not think about it...

And there was a deep dent on the first word. It should be that Uncle Jiu used the tip of the pen to touch it for a long time and didn't know what to write.

The ninth day of Qiaoqiao's absence

It's the ninth day, and there is still no news from you, not at all...

I feel so incompetent again and again, and I can't find you no matter what.

It's better than Sanqi, it can still smell your scent to find you.

Qiaoqiao, writing your name, my hands hurt.

My heart hurts too, but I can't tell anyone that I'm in so much pain...

Because they are also in pain, I can't let them hurt because of me.

So, in order not to drive yourself crazy, write it out!

I don't know what to write, my mind is empty, except thinking about you...

I miss you, I miss you so much...

The tears in Qiaoqiao's eyes fell silently.

I miss you, I miss you so much...

She could imagine how tormented Uncle Jiu was to think of this.

The trembling hand turned to the second page...

Qiaoqiao left on the tenth day

Qiaoqiao, Uncle Jiu's stomach hurts a little, no, it hurts a lot...

I want to eat the noodles you cooked without salt.

That was the first time you cooked noodles for me, and it was also the most delicious noodles I have ever eaten.

When I think of that bowl of noodles, I think of your pitiful way of trying to please me.

I like you to act like a spoiled child to me the most, but I can't stand you acting like a spoiled child to me the most, because I can't control myself.

Every time you look at me with wet eyes and scratch my palm with your little hands, I will be defeated.

I won't write anymore, my stomach hurts so much, can you rub it for Uncle Jiu in your dream? It hurts too much...

Qiaoqiao bit her lips hard and looked at Uncle Jiu's words.

The image that emerged in her mind was Uncle Jiu hunched over, sweating on his forehead from the pain.

So helpless and pitiful...

Qiaoqiao didn't dare to read any further because it hurt too much.

Every word Uncle Jiu wrote was like a knife piercing her heart.

But even though it hurt, she still turned the next page.

Looking at page after page, Qiaoqiao couldn't stop crying at all. She bit her fingers to prevent herself from crying hysterically.

Qiaoqiao's xxth day of absence

Qiaoqiao, at this time, Uncle Jiu's hands were shaking badly, shaking all the time, and shaking even when holding the pen...

Because, my son is back...

My son is back, but where are you?

Where are you?

Our son, our son...

The moment I held him in my arms, I cried...

My son cried too, and I don't know how long I cried.

When my son's little hand accidentally hit me on the face, my heart skipped a beat.

I felt like I was going to die, holding my child, thinking about you like crazy.

For the first time, I felt that God was so cruel.

I think I am not a father. The first time I met my son, he saw me crying like this.

Chi Shuai, Da Wu and other grown men bought a lot of baby things, but I don’t know how to make them.

Fang Jin’s wife came, and my sister-in-law saw our son crying because of hunger, and she cried too, and everyone cried...

At that moment, I couldn’t cry, probably because I cried too hard before and had no tears left.