[69 Book Bar-www.] After leaving the gate of the Public Security Bureau, the rain stopped at the right time.
The setting sun hangs slantingly in the sky after the rain, and sometimes six or seven mottled and colorful lights fill the end of the sky. The narrow skylight sways on Qingwu's head that has been swaying for a long time.
She held the two children and turned back unconsciously. Her tall and straight figure, like a strong pine tree, stood straight behind her. When she saw her turning back, her footsteps stopped.
Qingwu always felt that the skylight was too dazzling, and the rays of the setting sun after the rain were extremely sparse. She stared at the man who was as handsome as a rockery and looked like a pure white mythical man. In her eyes, there was a layer of mist as heavy as sin, white flowers.
Come in droves.
She really wanted to reach out and touch him, but she was daydreaming.
But someone told her that if she is afraid of tragedy happening again, the more incredible and beautiful things there are in her life, the less she can touch them.
Love is deep, meaning is strong, love is remembrance, hate is engraved, separation is bitter, thinking is empty, seeing... is just a dream.
Forgive her, her fear hovered above her head, like a boundless net of suffering, tightly restricting all her actions. Even if it was a dream, he had appeared in front of her at least, so real.
Duoduo raised his head, he was not tall, and from his angle he could just catch a glimpse of the diamond-like luster in the corners of Qingwu's wide-open eyes, which contrasted with her deep and frightened pupils, like a heavy-toned ink painting.
Duoduo is still young and only thinks it is beautiful and poignant, but does not understand what is hidden in the depths of that ink painting.
He was only worried that the face in front of him, who had a very familiar and familiar smell, almost familiar to his soul, would disappear from sight, so he encouraged his younger brother to skip the class and follow the police here, just for fear that the face would disappear.
Already.
"Mom, let him go home with us. Go home, okay?"
So, Duoduo trembled with courage, he could feel that his mother was not in a good mood now, but he didn't want to be separated from the facial paralysis at all. He always felt that he was very close, and he couldn't help but want to stick to him when he saw him.
I want to ask him for a hug. He is so tall, his hands are so generous, and his knuckles are so beautiful. Holding myself and my brother in my arms must feel very comfortable, more comfortable than my mother's because it is spacious enough and can protect me from the wind.
Protect yourself from the rain.
Qingwu's back was obviously stiff.
At this time, the little clever guy also joined in the fun, but in comparison, what he could feel was not as numerous and real as Duoduo. His little childish thinking was still stuck on those things that made people appetizing just by looking at them.
on the food.
"Mom, my brother is right, let this facial palsy go home with us. With him, I don't have to worry about running out of snacks. He is like a magician. The two eggs in the car can make endless food.
Endless snacks!”
Qing Wu囧.
And he was as quiet as a wandering soul in silence. His footsteps fell to the ground, his figure was tall and straight, full of airy temperament. He stood not far opposite her, looking at her quietly through those damn rigid and cold sunglasses.
Hold her.
Qingwu took a deep breath, walked over, her voice was cold, holding the weight of the raindrops falling from the eaves after the rain, her expression was also cold, and then she asked an idiot question, "Mr. Facial Paralysis, do you know me?"
She pointed at herself, her eyes focused on her sunglasses, but her eyes were fixed on her fingers. She could see that her index finger was trembling.
It must have been the weather after the rain, the water vapor evaporated, so it was very cold, so cold that she couldn't help but shiver all over.
The man with facial paralysis also responded to the situation and thought about it for a moment. Qingwu saw his pair of eyebrows that were much darker in color frowning habitually, and then shook her head.
There was no nerve twitching on the left side of the face, so it was dead, but the right side of the face smiled politely and expressed apology.
Qingwu was unhappy.
She is a woman, she can ask pretentious questions, she can even be as pretentious as she likes, but he is a man, does a man need to answer her questions so pretentiously?
Okay, you don’t recognize me anymore!
You don’t even recognize me anymore, what do I want you for? Why should I take you home?
"I'm sorry, my family is poor, and having one more person to eat means more burdens." Qingwu turned around, shrugged and apologized to her two expectant children, "Sons, let's go."
At this time, the facial palsy quickly and wisely took her hand. His fingertips were as sharp as green onions, and they were like white noodles just taken out of the ice cellar. They were a little hard, but the touch was extremely good.
Clean.
Qingwu's whole body was tense, and the feeling of electric shock kept escaping from the place where he touched her. Finally, it went straight to the depths of her forehead. Now, son, goosebumps really appeared.
She laughed.
She stared blankly at his beautiful, slender but extremely thin hands like a piece of wood, and smiled stupidly for a long time, until Xiaoxiao became anxious and came over to pull the hem of her clothes.
"Mom! No, uncle with facial paralysis will make a lot of delicious food. There will be no shortage of rice, vegetables, and money at home." As he said this, he stubbornly pulled Qingnu away.
He came down, pointed it into her ear, and whispered quietly and seriously, "Just now, I secretly took a look at the wallet of the face-paralyzed uncle. There were many pink little heads in it. Mom, pink little heads, money!"
Qingwu is so embarrassed. This guy's wallet can't be a snakeskin sack. It's not a snakeskin bag. How many little pink heads can it hold? When did her son become so close to each other by shouting money, money, money, money?
Unfortunately, she still wants to educate her two sons into noble princes who regard money as dirt...
The atmosphere was a little tense for a while.
The man came over and stared at the small actions and Duoduo who was looking at him nervously behind Qingwu. A devilish smile appeared on the right side of his face, clearly making him laugh.
He clenched his hands into fists and blocked the smooth and erratic lips. He coughed twice to cover up, "I can do housework."
Qingwu was angry, raised her head and shouted, "Who doesn't know how to do housework? This is instinct, you have the nerve to sacrifice it!"
"..."
"I am a single mother and will probably become a widow. It is very dangerous to bring home a man who does not know me!"
"I can warm the bed..."
"My house is hot in the summer, but there is an electric blanket under the bed in the winter!"
"I will...I will still..."
"You can't! You can't do anything! You'll just make me angry! Bastard!"
Qingwu sighed and thought, no, I can't hold it anymore. I thought that after six years of waiting for someone to be reborn, she turned out to be so shameless. She had to call Ling Sicong or Zhou Jirong to ask what happened.
Something happened.
Are you out of your mind or your heart, you bastard! You don’t even know her?!
"Let me go home. I can not only make snacks, but also people. I made both of them."
"..."
Qing Wu thought, she didn't blush, really didn't blush... maybe.