After a pause, he asked Xin Lu again, asking her if she liked to be silent. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is silent for a short time, hesitates for a short time, and the voice is like a trickle, vaguely arguable.

"Yes, I do like silence. It's just that I'm not qualified to like him, my likes will hurt him, he's a good person, I can't hurt him, I can only try to hide my likes, pray for him, be able to find someone he likes, and people who like him. ”

The mother sighed, in the face of young people's love, she can't judge it, she can only follow it carefully. It's just that the hidden meaning of Xin Lu's words reveals the sincerity of liking Ji Momo. As long as she really likes it, her mother is determined to tell Xin Lu the secret and let her fulfill her wish for herself.

"Do you know? When my aunt was young, she was just like you, longing for love. It's just that in our era, we were too stubborn, and our yearning for love was both longing and fear. I remember that day, the girl in the village went to the river to do laundry, and we didn't know that under the trees on the other side of the river, under the warm sun, in the tracing of the carbon pen, a sketch of the clothes jumped on the paper. In the picture, several girls with fluttering hair and bare feet are standing on the riverbank, beating on their clothes. The girls in the picture have different expressions, either laughing or talking, but in the center of the picture, it is the girl who looks up and strokes her hair. The bright eyes and bright teeth, the droplets of water dripping from the fingertips, crystal clear, shining brightly. We didn't notice the painter, but for days on end, the young man was painting on the other side of the river. A few of our girls in Huanyi also gradually realized that when they were washing clothes on the riverbank, they teased each other, saying that the young man must have taken a fancy to someone, or he wouldn't be on the riverbank every day, and he wouldn't sit in a daze. The ridiculous and witty scenes are all frozen in the pen of young people. It's just that the girls are ridiculing and frolicking, but they can't break the situation. Time passed, I remember that it was ten days later, that day the sky was hazy, there were only a few girls in raccoon clothes, and when they arrived at the riverbank, they all deliberately inspected the other bank to see if the handsome young man arrived under the trees on the riverbank. It's just that they are all disappointed, and that handsome young man has no future. The atmosphere was also stiff, all of them were slow and orderly, the dilapidated sky gradually worsened, and it seemed that it was about to rain, but I saw that in the distance on the path on the other side of the river, the running figure was late. But when they reached the other side of the river, the figure behaved exaggeratedly, took off his shoes, pulled up his trouser legs, and walked along the river bank to the center of the river. The girl in the raccoon was dumbfounded with fright and screamed, but the figure was indifferent and stubbornly walked over. The river was knee-high, slowing down. The girls were all watching, what the figure wanted to do. When they reached the middle of the river, the river was already up to their waists, but the girls could distinguish each other, but it was the acquaintance, the handsome young man. The young man crossed the river, walked to the bank, stood in the water, looked at the girls, and said nothing, except those handsome eyes, without blinking, looking at her. ”

Xin Lu couldn't help but interrupt Ji Momo's mother's memories, judging the situation in her words, and telling the protagonist of the story in one sentence.

"That young man must be the love that Auntie missed, and the one who watched her must be Auntie. ”

Mother whispered, yes, it's him. It was he who kept me reminiscing and reminiscing about my past for the rest of my life. Now it seems that maybe I can go back to the past, and I will choose to be together, but the various misunderstandings later are the reason why we missed each other. Of course, the result of missing out was that I got a good son. (To be continued.) )