"The story is so good, so beautiful!" I don't know how long it took, Liu Ying'er murmured.

Xue Xiang almost fell from the car when he heard this. It was too shocking. Before the burden started to shake, you would be satisfied? If I took out the lingering and stingy stories of Aunt Qiong Yao, you wouldn't have tears flowed back into a river.

Xue Xiang thought it was necessary to improve Liu Ying'er's appreciation level, otherwise how could he show his knowledge, talent, chivalrous and courageous heart in the future. Xue Xiangqing coughed and said, "Don't you think the story is over?"

Liu Ying'er said in surprise: "Is there any more? Are you going to continue talking about their relationship, getting married, and having children?"

Xue Xiang was completely conquered, and the story must have a beginning, a turn and a roundabout way. Is this narrative that is as plain as water and has no glory at all also called a story? Xue Xiang must save her: "What I'm talking about is not just a story, but to be precise, it should be a joke."

"Why do such a beautiful story be told into jokes and ridiculed?"

"It's a laugh, Coke, not a ridicule." Xue Xiang couldn't suppress his anger. He told a joke and made him angry to death. I'm afraid there were only a few people.

"Okay, tell me, I'll listen." Liu Ying'er noticed that his tone had changed and decided to follow him once.

Oh my God, I finally didn't ask any questions. Xue Xiangchangshu breathed a sigh of relief and continued to tell the story: "After reading the note, the girl started to pack up her books, and after that, she stood up and turned around and asked him, "I'm leaving, do you want to go with me?" Next, the boy said something perhaps the most memorable thing he has ever said in his life. Guess what it is?"

Liu Ying'er frowned, and her left thumb and index finger tightly pinched Xue Xiang's shirt, as if she was holding Xue Xiang's flesh in her hand. It was so annoying to tell a story, and she always kept it in hiding it. She just listened to the next time she broke it down, and she still hoped that this girl would give her a reward. The story that was originally quite beautiful, but she insisted on telling it as a joke. If you don't believe it, it would be so funny.

"I can't guess it, I'll say it or not."

Forget it, let's keep it in hind you, you must choke yourself to death. Xue Xiang finished mocking himself and then said, "As soon as the girl finished speaking, the boy said, "You go first, I still have a few pages of books to read."

"Hahahaha... I'm so funny. This is the funny joke I've ever heard... Hey, why are you not happy?" Xue Xiang said what he thought was the most coquettish after selling it. He was so happy that he couldn't do it at all, but Liu Ying'er didn't react at all. Could it be that she had a nerve problem? Maybe this is true, she hadn't seen her laugh before.

"That's over? Is it funny? Is it interesting to destroy the beautiful love?" Liu Ying'er was very dissatisfied with the ending.

Speechless, completely speechless! Xue Xiang didn't say anything anymore. He drove the car with a plague head and plague several times and almost hit the tree.

All the way was speechless, and the tree-lined avenue finally came to an end.

"Where is your home? I'll take you there." Xue Xiang stopped the car and turned his head to ask Liu Ying'er.

Liu Ying'er got out of the car: "No, I'm not a few steps away from here, I'll just walk over."

Xue Xiang stared into her beautiful eyes and asked, "Is the story I told really ugly?"

"Thinking about it now, that boy is really stupid." Liu Ying'er smiled, and the whole world was lit up with this smile. At this moment, flowers bloomed thousands of miles and ice fields thawed for thousands of years. Xue Xiang had never seen such a drunken smile before, and she was trapped in. Liu Ying'er was embarrassed by her staring, and she stretched out her green jade hand to shake in front of Xue Xiang's eyes. He came to his senses.

Xue Xiangxin said, no wonder she doesn't laugh on weekdays. This smile, such as "Looking back and smiling, a hundred charming words" should be thrown into the garbage dump. Fortunately, he knew why King You of Zhou was willing to play the princes with the beauties to make a smile, and also understood Wu Sangui's anger for the beauty. Such a beauty is the root of trouble everywhere. When it comes to the big picture, it is the source of the chaos.

Xue Xiang didn't say anything, he stared at the most thrilling scenery greedily, slowly until the moon was closed and the clouds disappeared, and the scenery was closed. "You are so beautiful!"

Liu Ying'er was so embarrassed. Why is this person so bold? Liu Ying'er also knew that many patients and doctors were peeping at her behind her back when working in the hospital. Of course, she knew that she looked better than most girls, but no man had ever admired her in front of her. You know, it was 1976, not 2006, when girls had thin skin, and boys rarely had such directness.

Liu Ying'er's pretty face turned red and she turned her head to leave, but was stopped by Xue Xiang: "Which hospital do you work in? I'll go see you if you have time."

Liu Ying'er stopped and held a sycamore tree and said, "Central Hospital, surgical nurse. Don't come to me if you have nothing to do. If others see it, I'll leave, goodbye."

"Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" Xue Xiang asked a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time with hope.

"I don't have a boyfriend, but... I have... my fiancé!" Liu Ying'er looked down at her toes, and the wind blew through the forest, shattering the bangs on her forehead.

In the hot summer, Xue Xiangru fell into an ice cellar, although he had already prepared himself. How could such a beautiful girl be without anyone to pursue her? How could her existence be arranged by God to wait specifically for her to meet her? The biggest love tragedy in the world is not "You are born but I am old, but you are old", but "You are returned to your pearls and tears, wishing you never meet and not marry." Age is sometimes not the boundary that binds love, but marriage often stops the love of a third party, let alone in such a serious and imprisoned era.

Xue Xiang's hand holding the car trembled slightly. He was a little unsteady and barely stood leaning against the car. I don't know if it was his support or the car supporting him, but he did not fall down in the end.

The two of them were silent, and the cool breeze in the forest was blowing. The birds on the trees also stopped. Occasionally, a few sycamore leaves fell, and the wind blew so far away.

"Thank you for sending me here, goodbye." Liu Ying'er held the sycamore tree one by one and walked slowly forward. A strong wind blew, and another sycamore leaves came down from the sky, and the light green sycamore leaves fell on her shoulders. The green lilies came brilliantly when they came, but were desolate when they left. Goodbye, Xue Xiang, but never saw each other again.

"What I want to say to you is written on the note in the story. If you answer me like the girl in the matter, no matter how I am, I will fulfill your thoughts." Xue Xiang shouted at her delicate and sad back.

Liu Ying'er's slim body suddenly stopped, and then moved forward without looking back: "Keep those words and tell other girls." She speeded up and then trotted, as if she was escaping something. If she was careful, she would find that there was a tear hidden under each sycamore tree she brushed by.

The wind stopped, and the people were confused.

I have never fallen in love with each other and have been left with all my feelings.

Xue Xiang's body, which was usually a thousand pounds of strength, was soft and weak at this time, and he barely pushed the car forward step by step...

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Crescent crawled up to the treetops quietly, Xue Xiang, who was weak all over, was lying on the bed without moving. After waking up after sleeping, his body still had no strength, and a fire in his chest was burning, which made his heart hurt.

"Brother, you're awake, people have come to see you several times. During dinner, my second sister didn't let me call you, saying you were uncomfortable and let you sleep a little longer. Brother, what's wrong with you?" The little guy pushed open the door, his little face was full of nervousness, Dududu ran to the bed, his little feet shook back, and a pair of small slippers with red dolls flew far away. The little guy stretched out his fleshy little hands to touch Xue Xiang's head, and then touched his own, frowned and said to himself: "Don't you burn? Brother, you are not feeling well, tell me quickly, I'm worried."

Xue Xiang was itchy when the little guy's fleshy little hands were touched. He was getting better now. He hugged the little guy in his arms and smiled and said, "Little baby, you have a good body as soon as you come. What time is it now? What will the little baby eat tonight?"

The little guy put his little hand around Xue Xiang's neck, kissed him on the face, and said, "It's seven o'clock, it's time for you to sleep at night. At that time, I'm not allowed to tell you a story to coax you to sleep. The scrambled eggs with tomatoes, loofah soup, and braised big carp I ate at night, my second sister warmed you to the pot. Do you want to eat it?" Since Xue Xiang told the little guy the first fairy tale, at least one story every night has become a task that cannot be shaken. The little guy not only likes to listen to stories, but at a young age, he prefers to be a teacher, and he has also made up stories. Her stories are mostly childish and ridiculous, and the preface is inconsistent, but

He always forced Xue Xiang to listen to him. At first, Xue Xiang couldn't listen and fell asleep. He would always be pinched by the angry little guy and woke up. Since then, as long as the little guy tells a story, Xue Xiang pretended to listen with relish, and asked his own questions and the gains gained from the story from time to time, and satisfied the little guy's sense of honor, so that he could sleep well all night. Since then, the little guy thought that the story he told was very great, and he was reserved every night and did not tell. Xue Xiang didn't know her little thoughts, and pretended not to listen to you and I couldn't sleep. After repeated begging, the little guy was willing to tell a story like buying popsicles like kindness.

Xue Xiang didn't eat normally for a day. He was really hungry now. He knew that he could not get out of bed and go to the kitchen to serve food. It was the little guy's privilege to serve him, and he didn't easily allow others to overstep his authority. Xue Xiang looked at the little guy and said with a smile: "I'm hungry, little baby, please serve me a bowl of rice."

When the little guy heard this, the crescent moon was crescent and crawled out of Xue Xiang's arms. His short legs slid back and slipped down the edge of the bed. He sprinkled his cute slippers, duddou, ran to the kitchen, and shouted, "Second sister, the big lazy man is awake, begging for food. You can serve me, so I can bring it to the big lazy man."

Beg for food? Xue Xiang heard the little guy's voice from a long way to the world. Why did this sound so awkward?

"Oh, oh, everyone, the food is here, let me eat when I come up." The little guy held a big sea bowl in his hands, and the top layer of the sea bowl was filled with shiny dishes.

Xue Xiang took the bowl and put it on the table on the bedside table. The little guy climbed up. His little body quickly got into Xue Xiang's arms and turned his head and said, "Please bring the electric fan to this side, but I won't be able to blow the wind."

On the bedside table was a Watson brand electric fan made in Mingzhu City. This green-shell aluminum electric fan was also an old director of the Watson Electric Appliance Factory in 1970, and donated a batch of electric fans to the military sub-district. At that time, Xue Anyuan was the No. 1 leader of the military sub-district, so he naturally got several. This old-fashioned electric fan has been used for six or seven years, and the wind is still strong. He has never even opened the highest level in five levels, so he has passed it easily in a summer.

Seeing the little guy protesting, Xue Xiang had to turn the fan in a direction, facing the little guy, and said, "Little baby, on such a hot day, you still go into my arms and be careful to get prickly heat."

"Hmph, it's still cold for such a big wind. It's so hot that you haven't covered it with a quilt." The little guy's mouth was stubborn, his eyes slanted, and he made a face. I don't know who called hot just now and wanted to adjust the electric fan.

Xue Xiang quickly picked up the bowl and had a meal, but he didn't dare to provoke his aunt again, otherwise he would have to force himself to cover the quilt and eat.

"Let the bowl be lowered, and people can't see the dishes in the bowl. Feed me the largest egg in the middle." The little guy lay in Xue Xiang's arms, untied the little flower's shirt, exposed his belly and bloated with his hands while dissipating heat, and his mouth was opened, waiting for Xue Xiang to feed the vegetables. No wonder she liked to serve Xue Xiang's food. This enjoyment was definitely the Lafayette-level.

Xue Xiang regretted it a little, but he didn't expect that the little guy was spoiled a little outrageously, and he became his little Buddha. It was too late to want to educate him. As soon as he shouted, the little guy slapped his mouth and called him mother. Xue Xiangxin immediately became soft. Fortunately, the little guy was just spoiled and a little foolish, and his heart was still pure and kind. Xue Xiang had already made up his mind and would not let the little guy suffer any grievances in his life, so let him be the little Buddha.

Xue Xiang was having a meal, but no, serving the little guy, Zhu Shijun suddenly rushed in. He was sweating heavily, his clothes were covered in dust and ripped, and he was not breathing evenly, shouting: "San brother, something happened to Ma Leizi and Xiaokang."
Chapter completed!