The attitude over there is very good, and the tone sounds kind and natural.
Su Hanyan nodded again and again, "Goodbye!"
After hanging up the phone, Su Hanyan was still thinking about whether she was receiving a real phone just now. She thought she would have to hang it because of fighting.
Unexpectedly, it passed!
Feng Yan said that he would not help herself, so this time it must prove that her strength is still very powerful.
"Smelly man, obscenity-Jizu, I will definitely make you look at it." She said to herself, holding her mobile phone with a low smile.
On the other side of the lawn, Feng Yan sat on the ground, holding a kite in his hand.
"Cong Cong, what do you have to want to realize?" Feng Yi asked.
Lin Congcong's hand was on the chest-in front of him, across the thin shirt clothes, and the pocket under the palm.
"Brother, I want a kite to fly to the sky to tell them, Sister Tianxian will not go home!"
Feng Yan glanced at him in doubt, "Who are they?"
"Don't know it! But my wish is this, Sister Tianxian don't go home." Lin Congcong always thought that Su Hanyan was from the sky.
That's why she is so good to him, so she will do so many delicious food.
He must listen to his mother and collect the wings of Sister Tianxian, otherwise Sister Tianxian flew away like a kite, but where can he go to find her.
"If Cong Cong would fly, he would tell them by himself, but unfortunately the wing Cong Cong would not use it." He raised his head and looked at the sky. "They must hide behind the clouds. I don't want them to see Tianxian
Sister ... what to do? "
He looked very anxious.
"Cong Cong, not in a hurry. Well, let's write it, Sister Tianxian doesn't go home." Feng Yan took out the pen and wrote these words on the kite.
Of course, he didn't know why Lin Congcong said that, thinking that these words without logical may be read or cartoon.
"Dad, I also have a wish." Feng Yi came over.
"Okay, write here."
"I write it myself!" Feng Yi took the kite and pen from Fengyan.
He was very careful, took a few steps next to him, and then wrote a whole sentence on the wings of Fengyan on the wings of the kite:
Mom, I miss you!
"It's okay, Congcong, let's go to let it go." He put the kite behind himself, stretched out his hand to spread his palm, and it was Fengyan's signature pen.
Feng Yan smiled, took the pen, and asked, "Don't want to show my father?"
"Dad ..." Feng Yi slowly took the kite to front.
Looking down, Feng Yan saw the handwriting above. Suddenly, there was a faint pain in his heart.
"Your mother will be proud." He touched his son's soft hair.
Feng Yi rarely listened to his father about his mother, so his eyes were looking forward to it.
"Your mother is a beautiful woman, very gentle. If she is alive, it will definitely be a very good mother."
"If your mother is still alive, will you still bring your aunt home?"
"Huh?" Feng Yan froze.
Feng Yi ran away at once, "Congcong, hurry up, fly a kite."
The two children released the kite written by the word. Gradually, the kite flew higher and higher.
Feng Yan stood there, thinking about what Feng Yi said, suddenly turned his head and looked at the tree.
In the shade, Su Hanyan was busy, playing with their lunch today.