"The story is so good, so beautiful!" I don't know how long it took, Liu Ying'er murmured.
Xue Xiang almost fell out of the car when he heard this. This was so shocking. The baggage hadn't even started to shake yet. Are you satisfied now? If I brought out those sentimental and disgusting stories about Aunt Qiong Yao, would you
The tears have not flowed back like a river.
Xue Xiang thought it was necessary to improve Liu Ying'er's appreciation level, otherwise how would he be able to show off his erudition, chivalry, tenderness, courage and love in the future. Xue Xiang coughed and said, "Don't you think the story is over?"
Liu Ying'er was surprised: "Is there more? Are you going to talk about them falling in love, getting married, and having children?"
Xue Xiang was completely conquered. The story must have an ups and downs and ups and downs. Can this kind of narrative that is as plain as water and not at all impressive be called a story? Xue Xiang must save her: "What I'm talking about is not just a story."
, to be precise, it should be a joke.”
"Why should such a beautiful story be told as a joke and make people laugh at it?"
"It's a joke, not a sarcasm." Xue Xiang couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. It was rare for him to tell a joke that made him angry to death.
"Okay, you tell me and I listen." Liu Ying'er noticed the change in his tone and decided to go along with him.
Oh my God, I finally stopped asking. Xue Xiang breathed a sigh of relief and continued to tell the story: "The girl read the note and started to pack the books. After finishing, she stood up and turned around and asked him, 'I'm leaving, do you want to go with me?'
', and then the boy said something that was perhaps the most unforgettable thing he had ever said in his life. Guess what it was?"
Liu Ying'er frowned, and pinched Xue Xiang's shirt tightly with the thumb and index finger of her left hand, as if she was pinching Xue Xiang's flesh. It's so annoying to tell a story, always telling the truth, so it's almost impossible to tell a story.
I’ll break it down next time, and I hope I’ll give you a reward. It’s a beautiful story, but it has to be turned into a joke. I don’t believe how funny it will be.
"I can't guess. I love to talk but don't talk."
You, forget it, if you keep showing off, you will choke yourself to death. Xue Xiang finished laughing at himself and continued: "As soon as the girl finished speaking, the boy said: You go first, I still have a few pages of the book to finish."
"Hahahaha... I'm laughing so hard. This is the funniest joke I've ever heard... Hey, why aren't you happy?"
She was so happy that Liu Ying'er didn't react at all. Could it be that she had a neurological problem with her smile? Maybe that was the case. I had never seen her smile before.
"Is this the end? Isn't it funny? Isn't it interesting to destroy a beautiful love all the time?" Liu Ying'er was very dissatisfied with this ending.
Speechless, completely speechless! Xue Xiang said nothing and drove carelessly, failing to look at the road several times and almost hitting a tree.
Speechless all the way, 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 to ask Liu Ying'er.
Liu Ying'er got out of the car: "No, it's only 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?"
"Now that I think about it, that boy is really stupid." Liu Ying'er smiled. With this smile, the whole world was lit up. At this moment, flowers bloomed thousands of miles away, and ice sheets thawed for thousands of years. Xue Xiang had never seen such a stunning sight.
Her intoxicating smile made her whole body sink in. Liu Ying'er was a little embarrassed by her stare, and stretched out her green jade hand to shake it in front of Xue Xiang's eyes, before he came back to his senses.
Xue Xiangxin said, no wonder she doesn't smile on weekdays. With this smile, any compliments such as "Looking back and smiling will make you happy" should be thrown into the trash. Only after he was lucky enough to witness such a smile did he know why King Zhou You was willing to play tricks on the princes.
The beauty who came to Bo smiled and understood Wu Sangui's anger for beauty. Such a beauty is the source of trouble wherever she goes. If taken to a large scale, she is the source of chaos in the country...
Xue Xiang said nothing. He stared greedily at this most breathtaking scenery, slowly until the moon disappeared and the clouds dispersed, and the scenery disappeared. "You are so beautiful!"
Liu Ying'er was ashamed, how could this person be so bold? Liu Ying'er also knew that many patients and doctors secretly peeked at her and talked about her when she worked in the hospital. Of course she knew that she was prettier than most girls.
But no man has ever praised her in front of her. You know, this is 1976, not 2006. Girls are very thin-skinned, and boys are rarely so direct.
Liu Ying'er's pretty face turned red and she turned to leave, but was stopped by Xue Xiang: "Which hospital do you work in? I will visit you when I have time."
Liu Ying'er stopped, supported a sycamore tree and said: "Central Hospital, surgical nurse. Don't come to me if you have nothing to do. It won't be good for others to see me. I'm leaving. Goodbye."
"Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" Xue Xiang looked hopeful and asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.
"I don't have a boyfriend, but... I have a... fiancé!" Liu Ying'er looked down at her toes, the wind blowing through the forest and ruffling the bangs on her forehead.
In the hot summer, Xue Xiangru fell into an ice cellar, although he had been prepared for it. How could such a beautiful girl not be pursued by anyone? Is her existence arranged by God just waiting to meet him? The biggest love tragedy in the world is not "
You gave birth to me
"Before I was born, I gave birth to you, you are already old", but "Returning your pearls to tears, I wish we could meet again when we were not married". Age is not the boundary that binds love sometimes, but marriage often stops the love of a third party, let alone the love of a third party.
Such a serious and restrictive era.
Xue Xiang's hand holding the car trembled slightly. He was a little unsteady and barely leaned against the car. I don't know whether it was his hand holding the car or the car supporting him that kept him from falling in the end.
The two of them were in silence, and a cool breeze blew in the forest. The birds on the trees also stopped chirping. Occasionally, a few sycamore leaves fell, and floated far and wide when the wind blew.
"Thank you for sending me here, goodbye." Liu Ying'er held on to the sycamore trees one by one and moved forward slowly. A strong wind blew, and another burst of sycamore leaves fell from the sky, and the light green sycamore leaves fell all over the place.
On the shoulder, the green lily is brilliant when it comes, but miserable when it goes. Goodbye, Xue Xiang, or never again.
"Everything I want to say to you is written on the note in the story. If you answer me like the girl in the story, I will make your wishes come true regardless of the king of heaven." Xue Xiang looked at her delicately and sadly.
shouted from behind.
Liu Ying'er's slim body suddenly stagnated, and then moved forward without looking back: "You keep those words and tell other girls." She quickened her pace and then trotted, as if she was running away from something. If you are careful, you can
You will find that there is a tear hidden under every sycamore tree she brushes.
The wind stopped and people became crazy.
We have never fallen in love with each other to the point of infatuation, but our feelings have already been given to each other.
Xue Xiang's body, which usually had a hundred kilograms of strength, was now weak and weak. He reluctantly pushed the car forward step by step...
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The crescent moon quietly climbed up the treetops, and Xue Xiang lay motionless on the bed, feeling weak. When he woke up after sleeping, he still had no strength, and there was a fire in his chest, which made his heart and liver hurt.
"Brother, you are awake. People have come to see you several times. During dinner, the second sister did not let me call you. She said that you were not feeling well and asked you to sleep more. Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The guy opened the door, his little face was full of nervousness, and he ran to the bed.
His little feet flicked back, and a pair of small slippers with red dolls painted on them flew far away. The little guy stretched out his fleshy hands to touch Xue Xiang's head, and then touched his own, frowning and saying to himself: "
Don't you have a fever? Brother, what's wrong with you? Tell me quickly, I'm worried."
Xue Xiang was tickled by the little guy's fleshy hands, and now he felt much better. He hugged the little guy into his arms and said with a smile: "Baby, as soon as you come here, big brother's body will be fine.
What time is it now, and what does the little baby have for dinner?”….
The little guy put his little hands around Xue Xiang's neck, kissed him on the face, and said: "You lazy boy, it's already seven o'clock, let's see how you sleep at night. Then don't ask me to tell you stories to lull you to sleep.
The scrambled eggs with tomatoes, loofah soup, and braised carp for dinner at night, the second sister has warmed them up in the pot for you. Guys, do you want it?
Do you want to eat?" Ever since Xue Xiang told the little one the first fairy tale, he would tell her at least one story every night to coax her to sleep, which became an unbeatable task. The little one not only loves to listen to stories, but at such a young age, he also prefers to be a teacher and himself.
She also made up stories. Most of her stories were childish and ridiculous, with no preface and no follow-up, but they were
He always forced Xue Xiang to listen to him. At first, Xue Xiang couldn't stand listening and fell asleep. He would always be woken up by an angry little guy pinching his nose. From then on, as long as the little guy told stories, Xue Xiang would
Xiangjiu pretended to listen with great interest, and from time to time he also raised his own questions and gained from the story to satisfy the little one's desire.
Only with a sense of honor can I have a good night's sleep. From then on, the little guy thought that the stories he told were great, and he remained reserved every night, playing off his temper. Xue Xiang didn't know her little thoughts, and pretended not to listen to you.
I couldn't sleep without a story. I begged repeatedly before the little guy would tell a story about buying popsicles out of kindness.
Xue Xiang didn't eat normally all day, and he was really hungry now. He knew that he couldn't get out of bed and go to the kitchen to serve food. It was the little guy's privilege to serve him food, and no one was allowed to overstep his authority easily. Xue Xiang looked at the little one
The guy smiled and said: "I'm hungry, little baby, please bring me a bowl of food."
When the little guy heard this, he crawled out of Xue Xiang's arms with a crescent moon. His two short legs slid backwards and slid down the edge of the bed. He put on his cute slippers, beeped, and ran to the kitchen.
, running and shouting: "Second sister, the big lazy guy is awake and begging for food. Please help me fill it up so that I can take it to the big lazy guy."
Want to eat? Xue Xiang heard the little guy's voice from far away. Why did this sound so awkward?
"Oh, oh, big guy, the food is here. Here, wait until I come up to eat." The little guy held a large bowl in his hands, and the top layer of the bowl was filled with shiny dishes.
Xue Xiang took the bowl and put it on the bedside table. The little guy climbed up and quickly got into Xue Xiang's arms. He turned his head and said, "Turn the fan this way, please fan me."
There’s no wind.”
There is a Watson brand electric fan made in Mingzhu City on the bedside table. This green-shell aluminum fan was made in 1970 when the old director of the Watson Electrical Appliance Factory came to the capital to have a relationship and donated a batch of fans to the military subdivision.
At that time, Xue Anyuan was the No. 1 commander of the military division, so he was naturally assigned a few units. This old-fashioned fan had been used for six or seven years, and the wind was still strong. It had five settings and never even turned on the highest setting.
I got through it easily.
Seeing the little guy's protest, Xue Xiang had no choice but to adjust the position of the fan, facing the little guy, and said: "Baby, on such a hot day, you still crawl into my arms, be careful to cover up the prickly heat."
"Huh, it's so cold in such a strong wind. I see you're so hot that you didn't cover yourself with a quilt." The little guy said hard, squinted his eyes, and made a face. He didn't know who was shouting "heat" just now and wanted to turn on the fan.
Xue Xiang quickly picked up the bowl and ate, but he didn't dare to provoke his sister-in-law again, otherwise he would be forced to eat under the quilt in the middle of summer.
"Put the bowl lower. People can't see the food in the bowl. Feed me the biggest egg in the middle." The little guy lay in Xue Xiang's arms, unbuttoned his little flower shirt, exposed his belly and radiated heat.
She played the drum with her little hands and opened her mouth, just waiting for Xue Xiang to feed her food. No wonder she loved serving food to Xue Xiang. This enjoyment was definitely Lafayette-level.
Xue Xiang felt a little regretful, but he didn't expect that the little guy was so doted on by him that he almost became his own little Buddha. It was too late for him to educate him. When he yelled and scolded him, the little guy would pout and call his mother, and Xue Xiangxin immediately softened.
Fortunately, the little guy was just spoiled and spoiled, but his heart was still pure and kind. Xue Xiang had already made up his mind that he would never let the little guy suffer any grievances in his life. Little Buddha would be Little Buddha.
Xue Xiang was eating, no, waiting on the little guy, when Zhu Shijun suddenly rushed in. He was sweating profusely, his clothes were full of dust and holes, and he was not breathing evenly. He shouted: "Third brother, Marei