你的爱,残酷又温柔。多年以来,孟启元耳边总会响起儿子当年稚嫩的声音:“爸爸,我想给你画张画!”小澜的呼唤充满了对父亲的依恋,可是他睁得大大的眼睛,却像两枚僵硬的黑果核,表达不出任何情感。“先生,您需要再加热一下吗?”服务员柔美的嗓音打断了他的回忆。他摆了摆手,眼前的红茶映照出他的面容。啊,忽然间他觉得那不是 Your love, cruel and gentle. Over the years, Meng Qiyuan ear always sounded the son of her voice: “Dad, I want to draw a picture for you!” “Small Lan’s call is full of attachment to his father, but his eyes wide open, but like Two stiff black core, can not express any emotion. ”Sir, you need to heat it again? " Waiter soft voice interrupted his memories. He waved his hand and the black tea in front reflected his face. Ah, suddenly he thought it was not