Zheng Xiaowen continued to say to his mother: "Mom, let me turn back and say, think about it carefully, I find a little son-in-law who is seven or eight years younger than me, can I balance my heart? I am not balanced! I can't bend that identity! Why am I hiding? Don't I just don't want to bend my identity?!

"I met someone who had feelings, and I knew that it would produce love, love, affection, but feelings are feelings, and marriage is marriage. For me, I just made it clear, love and marriage can't be mixed together! Mom, this is what I think, you should figure it out too, right?"

When Zheng's mother heard this, the anger she had just raised was relieved again, and she said, "That...... Okay, just do what you want. If this kid comes again...... Alas!" When my mother turned to go out, she sighed to herself, "Alas!

Zheng Xiaowen saw that her mother was out, she sat on the sofa by the door, quickly opened the envelope and took out the lyrics paper. Before she could read the contents, she saw traces of dripping water on the paper, and she was in a hurry to read the letter and didn't think much about it.

Zheng Xiaowen held the two lyrics, she read, read, and the tears that she couldn't stop fell on the letterhead. Her teardrops and Yang Yilin's tears were imprinted together, and at this time she realized that Yang Yilin cried and wrote these two lyrics in her unbearable thoughts.

After reading the letter, Zheng Xiaowen was already in tears, she helplessly leaned back on the sofa, slumped her arms on the armrests on both sides, and let the tears flow downward.

Zheng Xiaowen was in tears, thinking about every lyric in Yang Yilin's letter, and when she thought of the two sentences in the lyrics, 'I ...... who usually speaks very little', she thought of herself, and thought that she was also a person who didn't talk much. Thinking of this, she wiped away her tears and got up and went to the inner room.

Zheng Xiaowen went to the inner room and sat down in front of the writing desk, took out the diary and wrote on it, she wrote:

In the eyes of others, I feel that some people are not very talkative. In fact, these people who don't like to talk very much, they don't have nothing to say, but they choose people to say. When these people speak, it is likely that it is not the waves of the river, but often the trickle of the stream. Many times, or in certain situations, this trickling stream flows down the tip of the pen and waters the heart of the person who understands on the other side.

When Zheng Xiaowen wrote the word 'Xintian', she suddenly remembered Qiao Xiang, she wanted to liven up the atmosphere by making a joke about herself, and wrote:

What I wrote above, that is, what I said, if the expatriate (Qiao Xiang) listens to it, flowers will definitely grow in his heart. Then, what if the foreigner (Yang Yilin) listened? Will there be a jade and elegant, beautiful and delicate flower growing in his heart? Hehe, it is likely that it will, yes, yes, wow, hahahaha!

Zheng Xiaowen's self-play on the tip of the pen is really effective for adjusting her mood, just now she was sad and tearful like that, after playing with the words in the pen, her mood calmed down.

Zheng Xiaowen had just calmed down her emotions when she suddenly heard her mother's voice: "Nini, come over for breakfast." ”

Zheng Xiaowen agreed, and quickly got up and went to the outhouse to wash his tear-stained face. After a quick wash, rubbing, patting, pinching, and kneading care, her crying eyes and tearful face were finally able to pass, and when she met her parents, she stepped out of the threshold of the West Wing and went to the East Wing.

When it was time for lunch, Zheng's mother saw that Zheng Xiaowen's eyes were still a little red, and her mother guessed that Yang Yilin might have written something in the letter, and her daughter cried again when she read the letter. Mom didn't dare to mention the letter and Yang Yilin's matter again, and hurriedly gave Zheng's father a look.

Zheng's father and Zheng's mother, while saying happy words to enliven the atmosphere, while teasing and playing happily, said how delicious the meal was at noon today, how fragrant and delicious, and the family finally finished this lunch happily.

After lunch, Mother Zheng said with joy and a smile: "Nini, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and your working hours are not limited, this New Year, you don't write anymore, go wash your hands, let's post couplets." ”

Zheng Xiaowen was holding a large round bamboo basket with exquisite workmanship and full of couplets, and as soon as he walked into the courtyard, he heard the doorbell ring. At that moment, her movements were so fast, she handed the bamboo basket to her father, hurriedly walked into the west wing, and immediately closed the door.

It was Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi who rang the doorbell. They met at the west entrance of the alley, the two had not seen each other for many days, and they met suddenly, and both of them were very happy, talking and smiling and came to the gate of Zheng's house and rang the doorbell.

It was Zheng's mother who opened the door, Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi walked in front of Zheng's mother and arrived in the Zheng family's courtyard first.

Zheng Xiaowen saw Qiao Xiang and Qin Zixi in the window, and she saw that they were both walking in front of her mother. As soon as they entered the courtyard, both of them came to the courtyard with a sunny face, smiling and showing their teeth, and walked briskly one after the other. When the two saw Father Zheng, they both happily hurried to say hello.

Qiao Xiang said hello, feeling that it was time to ask, so he asked, "Uncle, is Xiaowen back?"

Zheng's mother, who was walking behind, didn't wait for Zheng's father to speak, and quickly took over and said, "No ......"

Zheng's mother only said these two words, and Zheng Xiaowen saw through the window that Qin Zixi was facing the west wing, and his sunny face was covered with dark clouds in an instant, and it rained on the ground. If it weren't for his father and mother present, Zheng Xiaowen felt that Qin Guang, he would definitely be pouring rain!

Zheng Xiaowen saw it again, Qiao Xiang, who had his back to the west wing, heard these two words, he immediately lowered his head, and his left foot kept gently kicking the bricks on the road in the courtyard, from the upper room steps to the study steps, one meter wide, facing the brick ......

Zheng Xiaowen saw the real pictures of these two scenes, and she was soft-hearted and soft-hearted, and she was already overflowing into two small rivers in two pools......

Zheng's mother continued: "Yesterday Xiaowen called and said that she wanted to rush forward with her work, wanted to complete the task ahead of schedule, and said that she would not come back for the Spring Festival. ”

Poor Qiao Xiang asked, "How long will it take to complete the task?"

Zheng's mother said: "It's probably going to be half a year." ”

Helplessly, Qiao Xiang said in his heart: Half a year is half a year, I have waited for nine years, what is half a year, let's endure it! He blinked an eye, and then he noticed the couplet in the bamboo basket in Zheng's father's hand, he hurriedly stepped forward to take the bamboo basket and said: "Zixi, go, let's paste the couplet." ”

Qin Zixi was afraid that others would see his teary eyes, so he didn't turn his head and said, "Let's stick it on the door first." After he finished speaking, he turned from the west, did not speak again, and walked directly towards the inner gate.

Zheng Xiaowen, who had been looking at the courtyard, knew very well in her heart that Qin Zixi was crying for her......!

Zheng Xiaowen was uncomfortable in his heart, and after thinking about it, he reprimanded himself again: You will cry like this, cry and cry, what are you crying about, since you can't solve the problem, then don't cry anymore, since you cry, you have to think of ways to make yourself laugh!

After Zheng Xiaowen finished arguing with herself, and then thought about Qin Zixi's teary eyes, she took out her diary again, and wrote it in the diary in the old method of self-regulating her emotions......