He had no choice but to send the child to the countryside to beg his mother to raise, but he didn't expect the child to get weaker and weaker, and he had a serious illness when he was two months old.

Later, Song Weiguo and the others brought Xiaoman over, and spent some time buying a house in the city to settle down, he saw Jiayue getting sicker and sicker at that time, and he thought that maybe it would be better for the child to leave.

So he went back to the countryside and went out directly with the child who was already weak.

At that time, only his mother saw it, and hurriedly chased him out to stop him: "Jianjun, do you want to take the child to see a doctor?" Don't be stupid, what is this child's illness, he can't be saved, and besides, look at your nephew at home who can't even eat, and your ruined daughter-in-law is still hospitalized every day, how can you still have that money to spend on this little cub? ”

"Mom, I don't go to the hospital, I take the baby out for a walk." Jiang Jianjun lowered his head.

"Pick up the child and go for a walk? Who are you fooling, it's so cold outside in this winter, let alone the child......" Mrs. Jiang stopped halfway through speaking, and looked at her son with wide eyes, as if she had guessed something.

"Mom, I'll come back when I go." Jiang Jianjun hurriedly turned around and pushed the door open with the child in his arms.

The cold wind poured in all of a sudden, and the old lady Jiang was so frozen that she hurriedly chased after her, but after chasing two steps, she suddenly stopped.

"Let's go, this is your life."

The merciful old lady read a few words for her little granddaughter.

Jiang Jianjun went out with the child in his arms, walking and walking in the wind and snow, he didn't know how far he had gone out, until he was tired and his hands and feet were frozen, so he put down the child wrapped in the quilt.

That winter, the snow fell very heavily, the snow fell more than a foot thick, and there was a white expanse everywhere, and the small flower quilt wrapped around the child was placed on the snow, which was particularly dazzling.

But Jiang Jianjun, a strong adult, was frozen, and the child, who was still seriously ill for more than two months, of course, had already frozen, his face was bruised and his breath was weak, and he didn't react at all when he was put on the snow.

Jiang Jianjun looked down at his little daughter for a long time as if he was stupid, and finally covered the small quilt with trembling hands.

"Jiayue, Dad is gone, Dad is sorry for you, don't blame Dad, if there is a next life, you will be reincarnated in a family with good conditions."

After saying this, Jiang Jianjun turned his head sharply and strode away.

As soon as he took a few steps, he suddenly heard a faint cry like a kitten behind him, and then, as if frightened, the sound became louder and louder, and the child's cry in the open snow was particularly harsh.

The small quilt that was originally covered by Jiang Jianjun was arched open by the child's stretched limbs at the same time, as if realizing that she was going to be abandoned, crying and begging her father not to throw her down.

"I'm sorry Jiayue, Dad can't take you back, you have to be considerate of Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Jiang Jianjun paused, but he didn't dare to look back, he walked faster and faster, and the voice behind him became smaller and farther and farther away, and finally ran desperately with his eyes closed.

"Let's go." Behind him, the public security saw Jiang Jianjun standing still and pushed him hard.

Jiang Jianjun was pushed to wake up from his memories.

But it seems that the child's piercing and sharp cry is still ringing in his ears, as if he is full of resentment and unwillingness.

No, Jiang Jianjun shook his head in fright, Jiayue was only two months old, she didn't understand anything, how could she blame him?

And it's not that he is ruthless, even if he didn't throw Jiayue out at that time, she would definitely not survive, maybe it would be more painful to stay at home and wait day by day.

Jiang Jianjun shook his head like a little demonic: "I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, I'm not sorry for her." ”