She couldn't help but call "Jiaye" every time. Jiaye was so used to it and so smooth. For some reason, every time he heard it, his heart trembled, as if there was a dull pain deep in his soul.【26nbsp
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"Xiao Feng, I went to the research institute to deal with some matters. I will be back soon, very soon. If there is an opportunity, I will cooperate with the official institutions here on a research on difficult diseases..."
She laughed, her voice was so clear and sweet: "Ye Jia, please call me at four o'clock next time..."
"Why?"
"Because then, at three o'clock, I will start to feel happy..."
He suddenly thought of the lonely fox in "The Little Prince". It wanders alone in this world. In order to survive, it works hard to find hens all day long, and also avoids the hunter's gun. It lives alone year after year.
There are no relatives or friends. One day, it met the little prince and hoped that it could be tamed by the little prince and become his friend. The little prince agreed and the two would agree on a time to meet. The fox said to the little prince, "If
you
If I can come at four o'clock in the afternoon, I will start to feel happy at three o'clock..."
This is a book that Ye Jia would recite when he was three years old. He liked it so much that many years later, he collected various versions and often read it out in the dead of night or when he was upset. Since childhood, his favorite book
The animal is the fox, and he thinks the fox is really a wise man. He and Feng Feng talked about so many topics today, but they never mentioned his favorite story about the little prince. Moreover, when he chatted with many people, he also
No one will ever talk to him about this book. He himself is already an adult. Adults have an adult world. They only care about how much money they make every day, what kind of people they associate with, and how to have fun and entertainment.
.Those who fail must work hard to succeed, and those who succeed must socialize and socialize. Who would have thought that a lonely fox also needs friends?
Now, that mysterious girl actually said such words.
Why is there someone in this world who is so in love with me, as if he can understand each other's deepest hearts?
It was as if I could hear the breeze blowing through the golden wheat waves, such a thin, rustling sound, and such undulating golden color, just like the little prince's golden hair - no, that is Feng Feng's lonely back, such a wandering simple man.
The child, holding a daisy in his hand, walked in the dim street lights...