Oh my God, I really can't bear the weight of Si Qi!
Turning my head, I looked at Yin Yijie helplessly. No matter whether he had finished talking to Le Tian or not, I needed support.
Yin Yijie's eyes were filled with joy, and he expressed his joy at the rapid progress of his relationship with Yin Siqi.
I have trouble saying, what a nonsense, I don’t want to!
But it cannot be expressed at all to Yin Yijie, because his purpose is to allow us to live in harmony.[
"Siqi, dad will carry you."
Yin Yijie walked over and put his hand on my waist, saying that I had worked hard.
"No!" Looking at Yin Yijie's arm, Yin Siqi refused without hesitation!
Damn! Yin Yijie and his son plotted against me? The little kid actually held such a grudge and was still worried about not letting Yin Yijie hug me, and he was angry!
Yin Yijie's expression became colder and coaxed him: "Don't Siqi's good baby loves his mother? You have drunk so much, so you have to let your mother drink a little.
If you see, your mother still has to accompany your wife. If Siqi doesn’t let her go, your wife doesn’t like you.”
Since I hugged Yin Siqi, I couldn't help my grandmother. It was really hard to have old people and young people.
Yin Siqi looked at it for a while before nodding reluctantly: "Mom goes to accompany her wife, and Dad goes to drink nectar after she is Siqi's good baby."
I was sweating and hurriedly gave Yin Siqi to his father; although Yin Siqi meant to separate us, I would rather be far away from Yin Yijie at this moment, the farther away, the better, and a hundred and eight thousand miles better.
**
In a sense, Yin Siqi's important life for Yin Yijie is not inferior to me; but there is nothing to worry about, because he is just a child who is connected with Yin Yijie's flesh and blood.
In the evening, Tan LeTian and the others stayed in the orchard, and I accompanied my grandmother to take Yin Siqi home.
After more than three years, the courtyard of that year became more and more mellow.
Although the leaves fall in autumn and the branches of the sycamore trees are bare, they are also blooming with flowers and green trees, clean and neat, and a row of peaceful harmony.
The bell of Fuyun Temple is making evening class sounds. I climbed over the wall and came to my house generously as a guest, chanting the Zen saying that great compassion is empty for us.
The sound of wooden fish, the bells and tripods are leisurely