When my mother was young, she was famous for a while, and many young talents crossed the threshold of her family just to have a look at her. But my mother could not look down on anyone."
Qianqian asked: "Then how did she fall in love with your father?"
Bailiqing said with a smile: "It seems to be fate. One day, my father happened to follow a group of young talents over the wall to take a peek in the backyard of my mother's house. He saw my mother smiling very happily on the swing. The girl behind him
I have pushed her very high, but she is not afraid at all and continues to tell the girl to push harder."
Qian Qian shouted, "Ah, isn't that very dangerous? What happened next?"
Bailiqing smiled and said: "My father is a martial artist. He happened to save my mother that time. My mother was shocked and looked at my father infatuatedly. My father was very poor and came from a humble background. He felt that he was not worthy of my mother.
She is a beauty who is famous all over the world. But my mother seemed to be committed to him, and she cried and begged my grandpa to preside over their wedding. Grandpa couldn't resist my mother, so he gave me this villa as a dowry, so that my mother could marry my father in a glorious way."
Qianqian turned her head and saw Bailiqing telling this story. She was fascinated and seemed to be particularly intoxicated. She also felt very happy in her heart. Her legs unconsciously lifted off the ground. She didn't need Bailiqing to push her, and she swayed hard.
Got up on the swing.
Bailiqing moved slightly, then pushed Qian Qian to swing on the swing.
Qian Qian asked, "What happened next?" Qian Qian guessed that the swing was ruined because no one came to repair it after the two passed away.
Bailiqing smiled and thought, if it were anyone else, they would be concerned about the mood of the person telling this story and would not ask any more questions, but Qianqian was different and would not act pretentiously.
He didn't look sympathetic, but he really appreciated a lingering and pathos love.
Then he said with a smile: "Later, they spent some time in this villa as a couple of gods and gods, and then we got together. My father taught me martial arts, and my mother taught me reading. As a family of three, we lived a very comfortable life."
Qian Qian seemed to be very yearning for it, and sighed sincerely: "When I think about it, it is such a beautiful picture, with a husband and a wife, a loving mother and a filial son. I want to build such a family in the future."
Bailiqing smiled and turned to Qian Qian's side and said, "You speak so openly, aren't you afraid of people laughing at you?"
Qian Qian looked around without any scruples and said, "There is no one. Besides, what if there are people? Who wouldn't yearn for beautiful love and a happy life?"
Bailiqing looked at Qianqian with great admiration. Her thin lips opened and closed like ripe cherries. She really wanted to take a bite.
Qianqian didn't feel Bailiqing's lingering expression at all, and continued to ask: "Then what happened next? How did your parents leave you?"
A few words pulled Bailiqing back from his reverie. Bailiqing smiled and said: "Maybe it was fate. When I was ten years old, my parents met to go to the top of Huashan Mountain to see the clouds and fog, and they both fell.