Thinking that she is usually drunk, Susan will always make herself a cup of tea and take care of herself intimately. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Xia Liu took out his mobile phone, dialed it, and saw that his wife's figure appeared again in the picture and said softly: "Did Yusheng cry?"

"Well, I cried twice during the day because I couldn't see my father, and when I saw the toy, I stopped crying. ”

"Well, thank you. Dear Susan, you'll have to buy me a car! I can't afford the expensive taxi fares every day!"

"I've already sent your car here, and it will be there in a few days. Don't worry, I've already paid for the postage, but you'll have to pay for the fuel yourself....... ”

Hanging up the phone and coming to the beach, Xia Liu took a deep breath of air, and looked at the constantly beating figures and cheerful voices of the couple on the beach with a confused look.

Turning his head, he looked at the place behind him that was once filled with laughter, and the figure she used to be vaguely in his mind came to mind, and muttered: "If you don't lie to me, how good it would be, but it's just a pity that it's only if it's ......." ”

In the morning, looking at the empty kitchen, Xia Liu hurriedly ate some breakfast, caught up with the bus that had just stopped, saw that there was a vacant seat in the back row, sat down, and said in his heart: "It's still comfortable in my hometown! You don't need to be a gentleman, you don't need to say honorifics, everything doesn't need to be restrained." ”

"Editor-in-chief?"

Hearing someone call him, Xia Liu hurriedly came back to his senses, saw that it was Huang Feng he met yesterday, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence!"

Listening to Xia Liu's cordial greetings, Huang Feng staggered to sit beside him and talked to him, but he was puzzled in his heart: "The dignified editor-in-chief, you can actually take the bus?"

Seeing Huang Feng looking at him with a puzzled expression, Xia Liu smiled bitterly, but he didn't explain. I talked to him and expressed some insights and opinions on my work.

In the afternoon, after receiving a call from Summer, Xia Liu, who was busy with work, declined the invitation from Nepal. Stepping on a bicycle to the gate of the community, he saw where Song Wen was alone, walked over and said, "Where did my mother go?"

Song Wen looked at Xia Liu with his jewel-like innocent gaze, and replied in a childish voice: "Mom is gone, tell me to wait for her at grandma's house, I miss Mom, woo." ”

Xia Liu didn't dare to hug him, and said softly: "Then wait for your mother in the house! If you catch a cold, your mother will be distressed." ”

Looking at Song Wen, who was not crying, Xia Liu had to take his hand, walked into the house, and saw that his grandfather was playing chess with his father outside, and walked over to watch.

The old man who was playing chess raised his head and asked, "What about Yusheng?"

Xia Liu touched the back of his head, didn't dare to look directly at the old man's gaze, and muttered, "I've returned home with Susan." ”

Xiahou Zhong put down the chess in his hand, held Song Wen in his arms, coaxed him, and saw him laughing, so he turned around and scolded Xia Liu: "My son doesn't recognize it, and my wife doesn't want it, what do you want?"

As soon as he came back, he heard his father's reproach, Xia Liu glanced at him dissatisfied, and said, "If you just scold me when you call me back, then I'll leave." ”

The old man silently accepted the chessboard on the table and said, "I'm not dead yet, one person has to say a word, Xia Liu will come with me." ”

Entering the old man's room, Xia Yuanbi looked at Xia Liu and said, "Where is the jade pendant?"

Xia Liu lowered his head and whispered, "Give birth to the rain." ”

Xia Yuanbi glanced back at Xia Liu, who seemed to have done something wrong, and said in a soothing tone: "Well, I don't care what you think, but since you have chosen, I won't ask more." The Xia family has no bad seeds, since Song Wen is your son, you should be responsible for him. Like you did to Yusheng, love him and love him, is it okay?"

Xia Liu raised his head, looked directly at the old man's gaze, and said resolutely: "Grandpa, I can't do it, I can't do it." Just like his mother did to me, I don't want to be someone else's shadow, and Song Wen can't be Yusheng's shadow either, which is unfair to him. ”

Xia Yuanbi said in a steady tone, "Have you been fair to him?"

"I, I ....... ”

Looking at Xia Liu, who was speechless, the old man continued: "Don't bring the prejudice of the previous generation to future generations, my words are here, what to do is your choice, I will not interfere." ”