Mr Left and Mr Right

I originally thought there would be something important in this room. But in fact, on the contrary, the furnishings in the room were very simple. There were only two things in the room: a piano and a bicycle.

Both of them looked old-fashioned. The bike was one of very old styles. But its rusted places had been carefully protected.

There was a crystal picture frame on the piano, which was very nice. The person in the picture frame was very beautiful too. The young girl was wearing a white dress, leaning on the bicycle, with a pretty face and a nice smile.

I looked at the beautiful face of that girl, and felt sour in my heart. Obviously, she was the girl who lived in Jacky's heart. Both the piano and the bicycle were about the girl.

When I was holding the picture and having various thoughts in my mind, I suddenly heard Lucas’ voice “Uncle Hua!”

Jacky came back now! I was so flustered that I quickly put the photo frame back to its original place. I was in a hurry at that time. When I touched the piano, the photo frame fell to the ground with a crash.

I was even more flustered, and quickly reached out to pick up the picture frame, picking up the pieces one by one.

Then there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Step by step, it seemed that they were going to step me on my body. I knew Jacky was coming very soon.

I was extremely nervous. But it's impossible for me to escape. I stepped into his secret garden and broke up his picture frame. I was done.

The door opened. Jacky stood at the door with an angry face, and his eyes shot at me like knives.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it." I said weakly.

He didn't speak. He just stared at the picture frame in my hand and the debris on the ground. His eyes seemed to burst out with fire.

second he rushed over, grabbed the frame from my hand, held it in his

“I’m sorry…”

all his strength. I got hit pretty hard, having to stand against the wall. The corners of my mouth were

such a big fire because of that. So, it could be seen that even though I was a living person,

back." His voice was extremely

him that during this period of time, I

he lowered his head, knelt on the ground with one foot, and picked

sad and distressed. Tears came out more violently. I didn't know whether I was feeling distressed for him or for myself.

had planned to say. I knew he's fed up with me at that time and didn't want

saw that the

away my tears and didn’t want my child to see. But he

I bent down and hugged Lucas. But my tears couldn’t

“Mom, where are we going？” Lucas asked.

know where to go either. But even if there was nowhere to go, we had to leave.

go out, Lucas suddenly said, "Mom, are we really leaving? Are we not with

heart was aching. I did not speak, holding him and going on.

you, you can make up. The teacher said, “If

began to struggle. He really desired to stay here. He said: "Mom, I don't want to go. I don't want to go back to that house. Dad

also powerful. I

trouble again, I'll beat

into tears. He was crying and shouting.

on the third floor had heard

villa area was very large, and it took a long distance to walk out of the area. Lucas also slowly