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Tian Limai stood up and glanced at Jiang Wenwen, at this time, Jiang Wenwen was also looking at him, the two looked at each other, and Tian Limai's heart swelled up with sweetness.

"Wenwen, I have something to tell you when you come out!"

Tian Limai took Jiang Wenwen's hand and walked outside the dining room.

"Mai, if you have anything to say here!"

Jiang Wenwen said while following Tian Limai.

Tian Limai didn't say anything, pulled Jiang Wenwen into the room where Jiang Wenwen lived, and then gently closed the door.

Tian Limai didn't say anything, but put his hands on Jiang Wenwen's shoulders, and looked at Jiang Wenwen with gentle and affectionate eyes.

There is no need for Tian Limai to say anything, Jiang Wenwen understands everything.

Jiang Wenwen met Tian Limai's eyes, and those eyes were full of love.

Tian Limai kissed Jiang Wenwen, and his tongue that reached into Jiang Wenwen's mouth was so powerful and passionate......

The kiss was as beautiful as poetry......

Wenwen, don't hesitate for our love again,

Your love is enough to break the frost of the Arctic Ocean for tens of thousands of years,

Don't want you to be for me, I will throw our precious tears for you,

Wenwen, I love you, don't open your nerves with my insomnia again,

We are always together, I love you, we love our hearts again and again

The heat wave of the heart,

Wenwen, there is no pain in our plucking, only our love.

Your dear Mai Yongsheng is in love with you forever,

How happy I am,

My dear girl.

I'm not a hypocrite,

is not a snob, let alone a sexual vain who can't withstand the wind and rain of the world,

I love my loved ones,

After so many years, I have no more vows,

But my heart is full of hope, and my love is as good as ever.

My dear Wenwen,

Our love is no longer childish and pure,

Sometimes, I think of my pale confessions,

I'm ashamed of myself,

Dear Wenwen,

No one will come and disturb our love,

A lifetime, a generation is too short

I miss you so much, my dear girl.

……

I kiss you so softly,

Like a bay of still water,

Or this kiss

I hesitated to sleep in a house without a roof

Your body hesitantly falls asleep

My soul is attached to you

Our love

Without those bumpy roads designed by others,

There is no clutter with the interests left by insects

Love is love-

Dear Wenwen,

I can't live without you,

I was born for you in this world

We want to be together,

Look at the stars in the sky, and

The full moon

I want to kiss you like this for a long time......

We

There are always some thoughts, and there is always that affection for relatives

I know the feelings that I give in the end

What brings you love me

I love you so much, Wenwen-

But if others don't think so, people can say anything

There is no culture.

Low-quality and other malicious abuse

Said that I climbed and hit a big tree

Wenwen, I love you

In the face of these,

I didn't really think much of it

Bear in silence because I love you

Dear Wenwen.

……

Tian Limai kissed Jiang Wenwen, so unwilling to let go.

"Dear Mai, is that enough?"

Tian Limai did not stop kissing the roll......

"Mai, I'm out of breath!"

Jiang Wenwen pushed Tian Limai away.

"Wenwen ......"

Tian Limai kissed Jiang Wenwen, felt that there was still a fragrant fragrance in her mouth, and smacked her mouth.

Jiang Wenwen smiled.

"I can't kiss enough every time......"

"Wenwen ......"

Tian Limai smacked his lips again.

"Dad, they're waiting outside. Besides, there's something to do tomorrow!"

Jiang Wenwen then walked out first.

Tian Limai was very satisfied, and suddenly felt that his eyelids were no longer heavy, and his tiredness was gone.

Tian Limai hurriedly followed.

Go to the dining room, Yang is here.

Yang Cuo may have considered that it was too late, so he simply rinsed it and came.

Jin Yu went to wash it.

As soon as Tian Limai and Jiang Wenwen arrived, their father Jiang Zhujun smiled.

"Tian Limai, come, let's have a drink!"

Tian Limai picked up the cup and drained the wine in the cup in one gulp.

"Dad, after I drink this cup, I'll go to sleep, I have a lot of things to do tomorrow!"

Tian Limai glanced at Jiang Wenwen when he was drinking.

"Mai, don't worry, we all want to have a drink with you, after the gold and jade are washed, I will go. ”

Jiang Wenwen's eyes told Tian Limai: You are very sleepy, but Dad is happy! As soon as you leave, Dad will be bored!

Tian Limai nodded.

After a while, the gold and jade were also washed.

"Sister Qianqian, can you go wash it!?"

Jin Yu didn't even blow dry her hair, and the washing time was very short.

"Wenwen," Tian Limai wanted to say, "I'll go with you", but suddenly felt that it was inappropriate, so she didn't say it.

Tian Limai stood up and walked out of the dining room with Jiang Wenwen.

Jiang Wenwen went to take a bath, and Tian Limai followed, but fortunately, there were no outsiders, and no one laughed at him.

When Jiang Wenwen went in with her clothes in her arms, she glanced at Tian Limai charmingly, and said with a smile: "Idiot, did this stay up late make you sleepy, stupid, I'm taking a bath, what are you doing with me?" Go back to the dining room." ”

In fact, Tian Limai stayed up all night and drank another glass of wine, his mind was muddy, and he didn't know what he was doing.

After listening to Jiang Wenwen's words, Tian Limai returned to the dining room.

Both Yang Cuo and Jin Yu toasted him, and he drank both.

After two more drinks, he glanced at his father, Jiang Zhujun.

"I'll lie down for a while, waiting for Wenwen. ”

Tian Limai said and lay on the table.

Dad Jiang Zhujun smiled and looked at Tian Limai.

"Come, Yang Cuo, Jin Yu, let's drink, don't care about Tian Limai, let him lie down, he has to wait for Wenwen,"

Dad's voice, Tian Limai seems to remember.

Tian Limai said that he was lying on his stomach, and at first he wanted to insist on not falling asleep, but he really couldn't hold on, so his eyes were closed.

Tian Limai slept very deeply, and he was helped to sleep by Jiang Wenwen and Yang Cuo.

That night, somehow, his mind flashed through the poems he wanted to write that he was not satisfied with.

(a)

In order to satisfy the world

I will not sacrifice my own affection

Maybe I'll go back to the cottage

How many strange eyes

You can even stop your own blood

However, I also have my own thoughts

I am in my prime, standing up to the sky

Why not live for yourself

I have lived in this house for more than two years

Every day, I turn on my computer and make a cup of coffee

In the end, he never got up after lying down

I stroked her face and sang low-key love songs

Turned into a stiff and stubborn corpse

Wait for the night to come

It looks like a distant place

I had to wait

Life is a sleep though

But, after waking up

And love

(2) A night's expectation

What it means to me

It is impossible for me to tell you about my pain

I think of a lot of things because of the moonlight

You will also think of more things than you do

But I've known you for so long, I still don't understand

What is the relationship between you and the moonlight?

The moon was white and hung above my head

For a week, I stared at it almost every day

It was silent every time, and it seemed like I was a little shy

At this point, I let out a sharp sigh

Look at your lonely look

Even though I'm in terrible pain these days

But it's an exciting scene

I put my arms around you and take a walk in the silence of the vast grassland

Therefore, I don't need to spoil your mood

I know you've loved me for a long time

(c) Another kind of longing, or dream

In mid-April, the sun shines into the distance

Some pure vanilla sprouted

I would stay here again if you like it

Sow the flowers of love

In order to see you coming on horseback from the opposite side

I deliberately groomed myself

Sure there is such a day, we are with each other

Talk about the days you are waiting to get together

I know that's love

I think they must have hoped for that, too

The joy of love can be contagious

(4) My long hair, your smile

It's me inadvertently

Grew such long hair

I remember I started staying last year

It's already very long, like a woman

I would have liked to cut it short

But you said you wanted to stroke my long hair

I'll stay for you

Wait until you're done stroking

I cut it out and then left it behind

But you smiled sweetly

The smile is quiet

(5) It is better to say the emotion called longing

The person across from him grinned

I don't think it's very pleasant

Because, she is very much like a woman

The woman I love

I miss you. But you don't need to think about me

I know you can't belong to me

I also know that our love is not perfect

But we must not live in

Only among the possibilities

I envy the love of some people

They can lie on the grass every day

Stargazing. It was a quiet night

Only for such lovers

(f) Far away you cried last night

The night turned out to be lonely

There was no sound at all

Feeling a little nervous, we talked softly

"Terrible" things came up in the conversation.

Therefore, you secretly cry

I can hear your rapid breathing

But it can't comfort you, and it can't comfort you

This cold night, and myself

I'm not going to cry

I'm afraid of disturbing every corner

People with illusions

(7) Daytime: Tsangyang Gyatso's love song

Sunrise in the East,

The earth is cluttered.

I don't see my lover,

Looking forward to a late return.

(8) That's what I think, and only you understand

Although they all call me black

I really want to be a "black man"

That's what I think when I'm free

With a dark and bad eye

Look around for a move

The injustice of the world

One minute, five minutes

Or even a few hours

Until it is seen

My black and bad come

(9) At the same age as flowers, you left your hometown.

Came to a very strange town.

You say it's not the life you want.

But I had to endure it again.

You're so proud.

And pretending to be strong like everyone else.

Appearances and words hide your melancholy.

When you are about thirty years old, your youth has been overdrawn.

Your heart is no longer what it used to be.

You say what you can't see through is your heart.

It is your ideals that make you lose yourself in the city.

Shang Cai man, we are all the same.

They are all drifting far away for the sake of ideals.

But the most beautiful moon is still in the hometown.

The closest people have also become distant thoughts.

We have all become the expectations of the old people.

Wandering for an uncertain tomorrow.

You say the distance you don't want to mention the most,

But it often appears in your dreams.

The outside world is too cold, and the hearts of people outside are also ruthless.

Wandering outside is either endurance or cruelty.

(10) Go home!

Back to that warm country, back to a place where there will never be nightmares.

Go home!

Go back and see the peach tree that I planted with my mother that year, and see it blooming in the spring.

Go back and visit the little sparrows on the eaves to see if they are still as naughty as they used to be, and see that the family is playing happily.

Go back and hug Anne, who used to be with me, to see if she still likes to lick my neck as much as she used to, to see if she is still dating the neighbor's dog, to see if she still likes to run with me along the coast.

Go home!

The notebook at the bedside hasn't been turned over for a long time, and the novel in it suddenly stops at the climax, so go back and finish it!

Go home, go home!

The food at home still whets my appetite, the little plank bed at home still makes me craving, and the kerosene lamp at home still evokes my childhood.

Homesick?

I really want to go back to the fields with my mother, to see the vibrant crops, to listen to the pure birdsong, to smell the fragrance of the flowers without perfume, to blow the sea breeze without the smell of paint.

I want to go back to see my elderly grandparents, listen to their loving nagging, and tell them those old but touching stories.

I want to go back to accompany my group of mischievous but kind-hearted friends, accompany them to steal mangoes, accompany them to swim wildly in the sea, and accompany them to the countryside to herd cattle ······.

Go home!

Go back and count Mom and Dad's hair, see how much Mom and Dad's gray hair has added, and see how much worry I have added to Mom and Dad.

Go back to chat with Mom and Dad, as before, under the stars, the family talks and laughs.

Homesick!

It's not that you don't learn to grow up, it's not that you don't know how to be independent, it's not that your soul is too fragile.

I feel homesick because home has given me life, given me everything, and touched me.

The outside world is too cold, and the hearts of people outside are also ruthless.

Wandering outside is either endurance or cruelty.

Go home!

Back to that warm country, back to a place where there will never be nightmares.

Go home!

Go back and see the peach tree that I planted with my mother that year, and see it blooming in the spring.

Go back and visit the little sparrows on the eaves to see if they are still as naughty as they used to be, and see that the family is playing happily.

Go back and hug Anne, who used to be with me, to see if she still likes to lick my neck as much as she used to, to see if she is still dating the neighbor's dog, to see if she still likes to run with me along the coast.

Go home!

The notebook at the bedside hasn't been turned over for a long time, and the novel in it suddenly stops at the climax, so go back and finish it!

Go home, go home!

The food at home still whets my appetite, the little plank bed at home still makes me craving, and the kerosene lamp at home still evokes my childhood.

Homesick?

I really want to go back to the fields with my mother, to see the vibrant crops, to listen to the pure birdsong, to smell the fragrance of the flowers without perfume, to blow the sea breeze without the smell of paint.

I want to go back to see my elderly grandparents, listen to their loving nagging, and tell them those old but touching stories.

I want to go back to accompany my group of mischievous but kind-hearted friends, accompany them to steal mangoes, accompany them to swim wildly in the sea, and accompany them to the countryside to herd cattle ······.

Go home!

Go back and count Mom and Dad's hair, see how much Mom and Dad's gray hair has added, and see how much worry I have added to Mom and Dad.

Go back to chat with Mom and Dad, as before, under the stars, the family talks and laughs.

Homesick!

It's not that you don't learn to grow up, it's not that you don't know how to be independent, it's not that your soul is too fragile.

I feel homesick because home has given me life, given me everything, and touched me.