Wang Xia is like a three-year-old child, looking forward to the wonderful story in the man's mouth, waiting for silence. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Perhaps, only Wen Guoqiang himself understands, or even knows.

All kinds of things about myself and the girl in front of me, all the scenes of the past are replayed in front of me like a movie.

The man thought a lot, a lot, of a time when he had a woman in his arms, but softly called out the name of another woman.

If it is not the child in Wang Xia's belly at this moment, as the only witness, he may have to bear a lifelong love debt in a daze.

As an understanding bar, the man wants to use a story to let the girl let go of all the past, grievances and hatreds, and enjoy God's gifts with gratitude.

Thinking, thinking, the man sighed softly, hugged the woman in his arms, and tried to hug the woman in his arms tighter and closer again.

At this moment, the girl couldn't think of the sadness in the man's heart, what was mixed with the melancholy eyes.

It's no wonder that if a man doesn't talk about Wen Guoqiang's hometown, how can a girl guess it?

In order to find an excessive seesaw, so that the girl can naturally return to her hometown with herself, Wen Guoqiang also wants to use a story introduction to open the girl's heart.

After all, everything was too sudden!

Wen Guoqiang was worried about Wang Xia's body and bones, and he didn't want her to suffer any blows, let alone the girl to bear any pain of herself.

Thinking about it, the man said thoughtfully:

"There is a village called Hawthorn Village, which is famous for its hawthorn production. There is a boy and a girl in the village, who have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and they have no guesses, but they were admitted to a university at the same time. It's a pity that both of them can't afford to pay the tuition, and yes, the god of fate has a choice. ”

"My dear, what's the choice? Do you want to go to both, or neither?"

The man faced the girl's cute question, and said with a warm and shallow lecture, "Don't interrupt, who asked you to divert the topic, sleep well, if you talk again, Bao'er won't be able to hear me tell the story." ”

"Okay, okay, okay! I won't say it, I won't say it, okay! It's me who has a high voice, suppressing your voice, so that your baby can't hear the wonderful story of this father-to-be. ”

"Let you close your eyes and sleep, you will sleep, and the plot has not yet begun?"

I saw the girl bow to the man's arms, and before she knew it, her head was buried deep in the man's undulating chest, hehe...... He smiled and didn't say anything more.

The man said without hesitation: "What is the choice? The boy decisively abandoned school and sold hawthorn for a living to provide for the girls to go to school.

The hawthorn flowers in the mountains bloom one after another, and soon the harvest season has arrived, and the hawthorn trees are fruitful.

The boy not only used the hawthorn he planted himself to achieve the girl's academic dream, but also worked tirelessly to provide for the children in the hawthorn village who could not afford to read.

Therefore, the hawthorn bears a heavier mission, the hawthorn flowers bloom more brightly and red, and the hawthorn fruit is also more abundant and thick, so people do not feel salivating.

One day, the girl found the boy and said that she was about to graduate, and her first wish for employment was to help the boy sell hawthorn, so that people all over the world would know about hawthorn and understand the story of hawthorn.

The boy obviously understood, and understood the girl's affection and gratitude for him.

In fact, does love need to be reciprocated? Giving without regrets is the feeling of love in the world. ”

After the man finished speaking, he looked down at the girl in his arms, and the girl did not make any big movements, just the sound of light breathing, like the rhythm of a lullaby.

The man's faint and calm smile, from the man's relieved smile, as if to say, that's right, all my story has become a lullaby, only if you have a rhythmic heartbeat, full of rhythm, Bao'er's fetal voice will be more stable and healthier.

Just when the man was happy to feel this situation, his voice was neither high nor low to himself: "

Brother Hawthorn asked Sister Hawthorn, if one day, I can't accompany you and accompany Hawthorn, what should you do?

The girl replied without thinking, I want to give you half of my life, and let the hawthorn bear witness to everything eternal between us!

The boy held back his tears, how could he be willing to let his beloved pay for him, let alone give half of his life, even a little sacrifice, and the boy couldn't bear it.

So, the boy made a decision. ”

"Well, what's the decision? ”

"Okay! It turned out to be pretending to be asleep and fooling me, so that you can have a good rest, and if you are not honest and obedient, I will not talk about it if you are not obedient!"

"Okay, good, good! I won't talk about it, which means that I either don't talk about it properly, or I tell it backwards, and I want to know the finale. ”

"You girl is still poor-mouthed, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, everything is one step at a time, you want Bao'er to be born to be able to speak, you don't teach Bao'er to talk, how can you do it!"

I saw that the girl nodded and said, "Well, well, well!

With the girl's tacit support, the man continued:

"What about Brother Hawthorn's decision?

Since then, he has left the girl, leaving the girl's sight.

But his heart can't let go, he can't let go of his concern and longing for the girl.

Brother Hawthorn also knew that at this moment, the girl was also thinking about him, and she also missed and cared about him.

What if the tide of longing does not break the embankment?

The boy knew that the girl was happy to see him, and the whole world could forget that he could not do without his news.

Therefore, the boy let his own brother break a hawthorn branch at the entrance of the girls' school every day and insert it at the door of the school, so that every day when the school is over, the girl will come to the school gate, and when she sees the hawthorn branch, she knows that when the boy comes to sell the hawthorn, he comes to see her.

Every festival, the boy does not forget to let his brother put a bag of hawthorn, at the door of the girl's house, the red and fresh abundant fruits, dazzling, dazzling and bright, it is difficult for the girl to see it.

Because, hawthorn as a holiday gift for girls, I don't know how many days and festivals passed, and soon the girls graduated and joined the work.

With a heartfelt wish, the girl returned to Hawthorn Village.

I searched for the whole hawthorn village, but I couldn't find any trace of the boy. ”

"Honey, where did Brother Hawthorn go, why can't you find it?"

The man listens to the girl's cute question, exactly like a three-year-old child, impatiently looking forward to the excitement of the next episode.

I couldn't help but reprimand with soft orders: "Sleep well, sleep well, you think, your question is exactly what Bao'er wants to ask, you see how well-behaved people are, don't say anything, they haven't even moved, they're very well-behaved!"

"Hey, how do you know that Bao'er isn't moving in my stomach? Maybe I'm asleep!"

"I'm not a roundworm in your stomach, and I know! Bao'er, if you move, you fool will still listen to my story without revealing a word?"

The girl nodded in agreement and hummed, and instantly hummed and chirped, "Honey, don't divert the topic, don't talk nonsense, tell me quickly, I want to know what the finale is?"

I only heard the man say gently: "Sister Hawthorn is in Hawthorn Village, and I can't find Brother Hawthorn, what should I do?"

Helplessly, the girl went to another city alone, worked hard, for herself and for the hawthorn, and even more for a dream in her heart.

On a calm day, cloudless and nothing unusual could be seen, the boy's father found the girl in every possible way and told her that he was waiting for her!

The girl came to a corner of the earth desperately, and saw that the hawthorn brother in front of her had a bloodless face, a pale face, and the corners of her lips were purple.

Suddenly, an ominous premonition hit the girl's heart, and she couldn't help but see the boy's handsome and plump face in front of her, what happened?

The girl cried in pain on the boy's bed. It turned out that the boy had been hiding from her ......"

Wen Guoqiang spoke, not forgetting to gently pat the woman and the prospective baby in his arms with one hand, and the other hand was already sore by the girl, and he didn't even move slightly, only to hear the man continue to mutter:

"Sister Hawthorn has two wishes at the moment, unswerving and loyal.

She looked at him, screamed hysterically, and made her first pious wish.

If there is an antidote in the world that can make the boy stand up, he prays that the trajectory of biology can make the boy miraculous.

The girl caressed the man's boring and thin face, and gently sucked the boy's shriveled mouth with her lips.

The girl dreamed that if the sperm and egg could be conceived into a baby without mating, and it would be nice to have the crystallization of her and Brother Hawthorn's love!

But with the disappointment of loss, the girl gently stroked the bones of the boy's weak body, tucked the drooping idle sheet on the hospital bed in, and held back her tears, obviously the first wish would be as beautiful as a soap bubble and could not be realized. ”

Wang Xia couldn't help but whimper and cry, crying one after another, as if the louder it was, the louder it became.

"Why are you crying? Who made you cry, not obedient at all!"

The girl listened to the man's concerned questioning, and squeaked, "I, I...... I was just moved, I felt that Sister Hawthorn and Brother Hawthorn were too pitiful, why didn't God have long eyes and didn't let them fulfill a wish. ”

Saying that, Wang Xia did not forget to gently stroke her slightly raised lower abdomen with her hand, and the rain brought pear blossoms to smile happily, as if to say, God is sometimes fair, such as me, I have a little Baoer......

"Go to sleep quickly, don't play tricks, the story is not over yet, it will definitely be as you think, fulfill the girl's wish!"

I only heard the man continue to babble:

So, the girl had a second wish.

Pray that she will be the most beautiful bride in the world.

But at this time, the ward is as silent as death, how to achieve the wedding hall?

The girl bent the hawthorn branch she bent when she came, and instantly a beautiful arc like a rainbow appeared in the girl's hand, and Yingying held it on her head and neck, and the hawthorn branch became a beautiful garland for the bride.

Hawthorn Sister respectfully and seriously brought a piece of paper, wrote in black and white that she wanted to marry him, and asked the boy to sign his name domineeringly.

What proof can it be?"

At this point in the story, the man sighed lightly, looked down at the woman in his arms, and muttered softly, "Hawthorn sister, is it very strong?

The girl remained motionless and silent, as if driven by some moving factor, and tried her best to restrain herself.

For a moment, I only heard the man with unbearable pathos, his tone was neither high nor low, and he spoke at a moderate pace:

I saw that the girl tried her best to mash the hawthorn, and the red hawthorn juice was like mud, red and fresh.

The girl took one of the boy's hands, tugged on her thumb, and pressed vigorously in the hawthorn juice oozing from the hawthorn mud.

In this way, the boys and girls were imprinted with bright red finger prints one by one......

All the people present looked extraordinarily white in the auditorium facing the hawthorn love, the white ward, the white hospital bed, and the white hospital gown of the boy.

For example, the white and flawless, pure and holy love between the two reflects the different red of the hawthorn, the sincerity is bright red, and the heart of the child is ......"

Wang Xia's irrepressible sadness really felt the hall of the lovers' achievements, the strange wedding hall, and it was in the ward.

The girl whimpered in the man's arms, and after a long time, she couldn't bear it anymore, and cried bitterly, "The story is not over yet, I want you to tell Brother Hawthorn to stand up, get up from the hospital bed, walk out of the ward, and give the girl a bright red auditorium." ”

The man was silent, undisciplined, not noisy, not even a question mark of reproach.

I just listened to the girl's coquettish crying: "Don't, don't! I don't want this white and red auditorium, this ending is not the end, you talk quickly, talk quickly, the red auditorium, the girl is wearing a pink coat, and the boy is holding her hand!"

The man is tempted to say that the story does not have an ending, and perhaps not an ending.

But no one can escape the destined ending, and they can hide from it.

Talking about Brother Hawthorn's life and living a healthy and healthy life is self-deception, and he is talking about his getting sicker and sicker, and he can't bear it. In this way, the white wall, the white ward, the white hospital bed, and the man dressed in white, reflecting the red of hawthorn juice, is not a kind of ending.

The ending of white and red.

It's just that for some reason, Wen Guoqiang's thoughts drifted away from his father, maybe the man had expected it, and it was also one of his original intentions in telling the story.

According to the rules of the hometown, when the patient is in danger, he is happy when he sees his relatives, is it as white and red as the love of hawthorn?

The man couldn't help but sigh, and said to the girl with pity, "You want to go back to my hometown for me, and you will suffer hardships, are you afraid?"

The girl shook her head firmly without thinking and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! As long as you are here, I am not afraid of anything." ”

The man half-jokingly said, "You delicate princess, don't regret it too late?"

"Who is delicate, you are delicate? It's really annoying, give you a little flood, and you will flood,"

The man couldn't help but sigh again, and said with melancholy sadness, "We don't have much time, why don't we leave as soon as the morning dawns and go back to our hometown?"

"Tianming? Tianming will leave? Why are you in such a hurry, so fast?"

Wang Xia asked with a look of surprise and concern, "Wen Guoqiang, to be honest, I want you to tell me the truth, do you have something to hide from me?"

The man wants to say, I really want to say, the hawthorn girl in the story can brave the wind and rain and face it with the hawthorn brother, how singable and crying!

In reality, is there such a fairy tale? Men would love to prove it.

But he opened his mouth and closed his mouth, and did not say what he wanted to say.

I only heard Wang Xia's tender face and said with concern, "Wen Guoqiang, I am your person in life, and I will be your ghost in death, not to mention that Bao'er is our witness." Why are you hiding it from me? What is it, shall we share it together?"

The man is very moved at the moment, people say that men don't flick when they have tears, listening to the woman in his arms so affectionate and righteous, the man doesn't know if it's called tears when he moistens his eyes?

I only heard the man involuntarily smile at the girl, and said warmly:

"My dear, we are so happy! Are we the luckiest two people in the world? Not only have we fulfilled the first wish of the hawthorn sister, but the second wish will also be exceeded?!"

Girl...... He smiled, what time is this, and he said naughty things with a hippie smile.

Then, I saw that the girl was serious, and asked with solemn eyes, "What the hell is the matter, why are you in such a hurry to go back?"

Perhaps, men can't bear to toss everything between each other, and they think of it thoroughly, and when it's time to confess everything to the girl.