Chapter.6 Parting in progress

Xibao's mother did what she said, and the two tomboy-like children in the yard were really cut into short hair.

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The two children squatted in front of the flower garden in the yard and looked at something intently, and the small purple wildflowers were unconsciously wrapped around the vines several times.

"You can't pick it up. ”

"But I want it. ”

"It's in your yard, you can see it every day, and if you pick it, it will dry up quickly. ”

"Can't I put it in a vase?"

"Baby, why do you have to pick it?"

Jiang Qinghan asked solemnly.

"Because, because it's beautiful, I want to take it off and put it in the bottle on my desk so I can see it when I open my eyes." ”

"But don't you think it's the most beautiful time when it's wrapped around this vine?"

Qing Han's words caused Xibao to think, she kept changing her gaze on the vines and wild flowers, and then looked like she had done something wrong, "It seems that it is, then I still won't pick it." ”

"Well, that's right. ”

Xi Bao observed the flower garden intently, and did not find that Jiang Qinghan talked a lot more today, usually he didn't have the patience to persuade Xi Bao well, but today in addition to patience, there are more indescribable feelings.

"Baby, you may not see me in a few days. ”

"Why?"

Xibao put his eyes on Jiang Qinghan's body, and his puzzled look was very cute.

"I'm going to live somewhere else. ”

"Is that a place far away?"

"I don't know, it's a place where you have to fly to go. ”

"If you're going to fly, it's going to be a long way away,"

Xi Bao thought for a while, then ran away, shouting "Mom! Mom!" as she ran.

Gu's mother, who was cooking, wiped her hands, and helped Xibao, who was running fast, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong, baby?"

"Mom, Kirin said he was leaving!"

"Kirin, where are you going? ”

"I don't know, he said it's a long way away and you have to fly to it. ”

Gu's mother smiled, took Xibao's hand and walked outside the courtyard, "Qilin, tell Auntie where you are going?"

Jiang Qinghan looked helpless, and before he finished speaking, he ran to tell her mother, she was really anxious.

"Auntie, my mom and dad are back, and I heard them say they want to take me to live with them. ”

"I see, will you come back?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Qinghan's eyes dimmed, he was bored when he heard that he came back a long time later.

"If you want to come back, you just don't know when you'll come back. ”

Gu's mother nodded knowingly, and said lovingly, "You and the baby have a good time, Auntie will cook you a few more dishes you love to eat, otherwise you won't be able to taste Auntie's craftsmanship when you go outside in the future." ”

Jiang Qinghan nodded obediently, feeling more and more sad and reluctant in his heart, reluctant to live in the town, reluctant to take care of his mother's craftsmanship, reluctant to be the playmate of his childhood sweetheart around him, but how could he be the master of the adults' decisions.

"Kirin, wait for me!"

Gu Xibao suddenly rushed into her room, ran out after being in it for a while, and stuffed something into Jiang Qinghan's pocket, "Don't take it out, you have to go home to see it!"

Seeing Jiang Qinghan's puzzled look, Gu Xibao smiled mysteriously, "It's a gift for you, you must remember me, don't forget me if you make a new friend." ”

After a while, Jiang Qinghan reacted from the words just now, how could he forget this girl who generously brought him home and invited him to eat braised pork from the beginning of his acquaintance?

"I won't forget it. ”

Jiang Qinghan solemnly promised.

"That's good, then let's play 'Peace in the World' one last time, right?"

"Rock-paper-scissors! Rock-paper-scissors・・・・・・"

The sound of the game's passwords looms, and the changing punching gestures on the ground have become the best reflection of childhood in the depths of memory.