Of course I couldn't bear to throw her down, I just wanted to scare her.
With a faint cry, she closed her eyes and said to me in a delicate tone: "Husband, are you really willing to hit me?..."
Looking at her shy look, I felt like my heart was about to melt.
But he still planned to take advantage, so he said: "Then do you know you are wrong?"
"I, I'm right, you didn't wait for me first." She opened her eyes and looked at me, still looking aggrieved and said.
I was really melted by her look like this. This was the first time I saw her look like this after knowing her for so many years.
"Let's do this! Just kiss my left cheek and my right cheek, and forget about it."
An Lan refused: "Aren't you a typical child? After being beaten by me, you came to ask for a piece of candy..."
"Then treat me like a child and hurry up or I'll let go!"
After a pause, I suppressed my laughter and said: "You have to know that there is a big puddle under you. When the time comes, a beautiful woman will be lying on her back in the puddle. The scene is so beautiful that I dare not look at it.
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She snorted again to express her dissatisfaction, but still said to me: "Then please stay closer to me."
I moved my face closer to her, but she bit my lip directly. Although she didn't bite hard, she didn't let go, and started to use a little bit of force...
I quickly let out a scream of pain, but she still wouldn't let go, and her hands were still hanging tightly around my neck.
In this way, if I let go, she won't fall to the ground.
She kept this position and bit me for a while before she finally let go.
However, he still hung me tightly with his hands, looked at me with a pensive expression, and said, "Do you want to kiss me again?"
I looked at her angrily and said, "How can you call this kissing? You are biting!"
"Then why don't you pick me up quickly!"
"No, I have to give it back!" With that said, I leaned over and bit her again.
Of course I didn't really bite, but kissed me gently...
Gradually, I couldn't bear to let go of her, feeling the unparalleled softness...
All I could feel was softness, as if the whole world had turned into a giant marshmallow.
It wasn't until a burst of car lights shone in our direction that I realized we were in a community.
I hurriedly let go of An Lan and helped her up. The two of us stood there awkwardly.
The car just passed us, but slowed down beside us.
The car window suddenly opened, and the big brother in the cab gave me a thumbs up: "Brother, you are awesome!"
I was even more embarrassed. Should I say anything or not, he should have seen me just now.
I could only smile awkwardly, while An Lan lowered his head in even more embarrassment, covering his face with the messy hair on his forehead.
It wasn't until the elder brother drove away that I heaved a sigh of relief and looked at An Lan again. She was looking at me with a complaining look.
I smiled silly at her, and she reached out and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Are you embarrassed? I ask you, are you embarrassed?"
"I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed." I said with a smile.
"Go back quickly. There are surveillance cameras everywhere. Maybe the security guards are sitting in the surveillance room watching the live broadcast."
I just realized that there was a surveillance camera above us, and I felt awkward again, so embarrassed that my toes clenched.
We hurriedly walked towards home. There were not many people in the community, so I dared to act so recklessly just now.
When I returned to my residence, I also returned to reality.
An Lan was not idle for a moment, and hurriedly went to take care of Yangyang.
Xiaoman was alone in the living room, holding a pen and drawing on a piece of paper, not knowing what he was drawing.
When I took a closer look, I realized that what she was painting should be our family.
But her painting style is really inherited from me, and her painting is a complete mess!
"Xiao Man, what are you drawing?" I squatted down next to her.
"The painting is about my father and mother, as well as my brother and sister." She said while focusing on painting.
"Xiao Man likes to draw?"
She shook her head without thinking: "I don't like it, but the teacher gave us homework and asked us to draw our parents."
Sure enough, like me, I don’t like painting. When I was a child, I was always used as a negative example in art classes.
I smiled bitterly and said, "If you don't like it, why are you still painting so seriously?"
"Of course, because these are my parents, my brother and my sister." She replied seriously.
I didn't want to disturb her anymore, so I just watched her painting quietly.
Although the painting is crooked, it can be seen that she paid great attention to it and used colored pens to fill it in.
I went to Li Ruixue's room again and knocked on the door. After getting her consent, I opened the door.
She was sitting at her desk writing her homework. When she saw me coming in, she immediately greeted me: "Uncle Chen."
I smiled and nodded in response, walked to her side, and took a look at the paper she was working on, which happened to be her composition.
The title of the essay is "My Father". Her handwriting is very delicate, and it looks like it is used as a benchmark.
"Are you writing a composition?" I asked her.
"Well, the final exam is coming soon, and this is a mock paper."
"Have you finished writing the essay?"
"It's not finished yet."
"When you've finished writing, can you show it to me?"
She nodded without hesitation and continued writing.
I just sat aside and didn't bother her.
It wasn't until she finished writing that she handed the paper to me.
I took the paper, opened the composition page and read...
Her handwriting is very simple, without so many gorgeous words, and there are no words describing his father in the entire composition, but his father is mentioned in every sentence.
Especially when I saw this sentence: "My father gave me the impression that he was not forty years old, but like a sixty-year-old man. My father's rough hands were like needles. It hurt so much when they pricked me, but the pain in my heart was more than
The pain in my body.”
This short sentence stimulated my tear ducts, and my eyes suddenly felt moist.
I believe this composition was written with great care by her, because every line in the words reveals her longing for her father.
I was stunned for a long time after reading the entire composition, then walked out and returned the paper to her.
"Ruixue, do you miss Dad?" I took a long breath and asked her.
"Yeah." She replied calmly.
I stretched out my hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes, then reached out to touch her head and said, "I miss you dad, just go and have a look, it's okay."
"Uncle Chen, you won't leave me, will you?" She suddenly raised her face and asked me seriously.
This question suddenly made me don't know how to answer it.
Naturally, she doesn't know my situation. If I tell her that I may not live much longer, I don't know if she can bear it.
After being stunned for a long time, I finally said to her with a smile: "Of course not."