In the next time, Tang Qinghe sat in the kitchen with a depressed face, watching Zhang Fan cook, and sometimes glancing outside, paying attention to the movements of the diners outside.

The diners were concentrating on the food in the bowl, and a few guests would also glance at Tang Qinghe a few times with a smile on their faces.

In this regard, Tang Qinghe just pouted and set his eyes on Zhang Fan again.

She had just thought about it for a while, and it would take about two hours for all the guests to leave. People have their own habits of eating, some like to gobble up, eager to eat the food in one go, some like to chew slowly, slowly taste the taste of the food, from these people to eat all, there is still a long time.

During this time, she has to find something to do to pass the time.

She left the kitchen and came to the doorway of a door, as if she was hesitating whether to get in or not.

Su Rou was settling accounts, and when she saw Tang Qinghe coming out, she immediately nodded at her with a smile: "Inside is the lounge, and the door is not locked." ”

"Thank you. Tang Qinghe also bowed slightly in response.

With permission, she pushed the door open and looked curiously at the lounge in the dining room.

The lounge is small, even simple, and the more striking thing is the pink walls, which are hung with small and large stars, set off around the photos.

In the photo, there is a cute little girl, posing in various cute poses, with bright eyes and full of aura, even through the photo, you can feel the strong childishness of this little girl.

Next to it is a small bed with a gauze tent, and next to the gauze tent is a string of wind chimes and paper cranes.

Tang Qinghe walked to the side of the wind chime thousand paper cranes, stared at it for a long time, suddenly opened his small mouth, and blew gently.

"Jingle Bell—"

The wind chimes immediately swayed from side to side, making a crisp and pleasant ringtone. The thousands of paper cranes on both sides also swayed with the wind chimes.

Listening to this bell, Tang Qinghe's heart immediately calmed down, as if lying on a flat boat, drifting with the waves, wandering in the quiet empty valley.

She slowly closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the bell, and in the ups and downs of her heart, she seemed to see another picture.

Daughters, cots, stars, wind chimes, and a thousand paper cranes.

Everything is full of happiness, the child is playing happily, while the father is watching quietly behind him.

There is a book on the table, "Three Hundred Tang Poems".

She flipped through the pages casually, looking at the familiar ancient poems and illustrations, Tang Qinghe's thoughts also seemed to return to the most innocent and happy age when she was a child.

Crunch –

Suddenly, the door opened, and Zhang Fan stood behind him at some point.

Tang Qinghe panicked, instinctively hid the three hundred Tang poems behind him, and actually felt like a thief.

"Mr. Zhang, I didn't enter your room on purpose, I did it with the permission of Boss Su-"

"I don't blame you. Zhang Fan grinned and said, "If you want to see it, just watch it, Qiuqiu went to kindergarten and went to school on the first day today." ”

"Really?" Tang Qinghe was overjoyed, took out the three hundred Tang poems again, and flipped through them.

On the first few pages of ancient poems, there are a lot of graffiti, which at first glance are from the hands of children, and they should be drawn by Qiuqiu.

"How does it feel? Zhang Fan asked with a smile.

"It was beautiful and welcoming. Tang Qinghe admired from the bottom of his heart.

was praised by Tang Qinghe, and the smile on Zhang Fan's face was also a little richer.

"In the past, I always brought her to the store, I went to work, she read and studied here, I gave her the task of memorizing an ancient poem a day, she always completed the task very well, much smarter than when I was a child. When I was tired of watching, I lay down on this small bed and slept for a while. ”

But she was very naughty, she didn't sleep when I wasn't there, she just sat on the bed and played with wind chimes, and every time she heard the wind chimes, she laughed happily as if she saw me. ”

Zhang Fan spoke eloquently, his voice contained sincerity, while speaking, walking, and watching. Everything here can be touched, as if you can see that cute little girl just by looking at it.

Tang Qinghe listened quietly and did not interject. waited until Zhang Fan finished speaking, and then said with a smile: "It should be a very happy thing to be your daughter." ”

"How can you see it?" Zhang Fan asked rhetorically.

"Because you're a good father. Tang Qinghe came to the side of the wall, looked at the photos posted on the wall, and said.

Some photos are individual photos of Qiuqiu, while others are group photos of Zhang Fan and Qiuqiu.

After sweeping it down, Tang Qinghe suddenly smiled at Zhang Fan behind him: "I won't call you Mr. Zhang in private, it looks like a raw person." ”

"Good. Zhang Fan smiled.

"Zhang Fan, there is a story behind every photo, can you tell me the story of these photos?" Tang Qinghe said, pointing to the photos on the wall.

Zhang Fan's gaze was also fixed on the photos on the wall with Tang Qinghe's gaze, looking at the happy smiling little girl in the photos, Zhang Fan was silent.

Usually at this time, Qiuqiu will definitely accompany him, but today, Qiuqiu is in kindergarten, and there is only one person in the lounge, which seems a little deserted.

Zhang Fan's heart was even more empty.

What's going on?

Maybe it's reluctant, Qiuqiu is not around, only looking at the photos.

"Okay. Zhang Fan nodded.

He pointed to a photo of Qiuqiu sitting on the sofa drinking yogurt and said: "This is the first time Qiuqiu came to my house, the yogurt I bought at the supermarket a few days ago, it was very fresh, she drank milk stains on both sides, and she called me 'Dad' in a milky voice." ”

Tang Qinghe thought to himself, the first time he came to my house, it should be born.

Although Zhang Fan's words are vague, it is still understandable.

"What about this one?" Tang Qinghe asked, pointing to a photo of An You standing in front of the cake, his fingers clasped tightly, and his eyes closed to make a wish.

"This was taken on the night of my daughter's fifth birthday, and as a father, I was really irresponsible, and I even forgot my daughter's birthday. Eventually, I remembered it and went to buy a cake and a gift for my daughter — the fastest I've ever lived, I swear. ”

Zhang Fan explained while recalling, and gradually, a smile appeared on his face.

"This. ”

"It was taken when Qiuqiu was catching dolls, and that was a bumper harvest, Qiuqiu went home with many big dolls, and afterwards I transformed Qiuqiu's room into a doll house, and there were dolls at the head and end of the bed. ”

"Where's this?"

"At the zoo. I took Qiuqiu to see the giant pandas, and I also met a trafficker who abducted and sold children. ”

"This one is in the park, and the little guy is catching butterflies. Butterflies are so flexible that they can't catch them, and when I told her to cherish every animal in the world, she stopped catching them. ”

"This one was playing on the slide in the kindergarten, and she was afraid of being too high to go down, so I encouraged her below, and later, the little one closed his eyes and slid down, and then he fell in love with that feeling. She also likes kindergarten because of the slides. ”

“……”

"This is played in Zhoujiang, which is the place where we know. Zhang Fan pointed to the last photo of the little guy picking up shells at the beach.

Every photo has a small story behind it, and Zhang Fan is also a photo to talk about, the listener is fascinated, and the speaker is even more emotional.

……

My hand clasps your fingertips three and a half feet

Your fingertips draw small circles in the palm of my hand

The edges and corners of the photo have long been lost

Your smile is still in my heart

Eyes collide in the air

Dreamlike and intertwined

You are my lover in my past life

I want to serve you for the rest of your life