As her car drifted away, he still crouched in place, and from the moment the first tears fell, he knew she wouldn't come back. (Baidu search: Burning book library, see the fastest update, but he still wants to do his best to redeem and make up for his mistakes.)

The wind from the streets poured into his clothes, and his face, which was already slightly red, was now a little crimson.

He had left her alone in Hong Kong two years earlier, and now she has left him alone on the side of the road twice. He finally understood the feeling of abandonment, and finally understood why she hated herself and why she couldn't forgive herself.

Some injuries are unnecessary if they have already been done, making amends or forgiving them.

There was a scar in her heart that had healed, and that scar was like a thousand mountains and rivers separated from him, and there was no going back.

There may be some hurt and pain, and only after experiencing it firsthand can you know how painful it is......

The wind poured in through the cracks in the car windows, drying tears and numbing nerves. The heart has lost its pain, and even its expression is stiff.

"What's wrong, Yueqing? Oh, by the way, Dad and Aunt Yang have gone out to socialize today, and Mother Wu has something to do to go back to her hometown. What do you want to eat at night? After Li Mingfeng opened the door for her, he saw her blank face.

She smiled at him, "It's okay, man...... I was tired and didn't want to eat anything, so I went upstairs first. ”

"Hey," Li Mingfeng grabbed her, "Your brother and I haven't eaten yet, come and sit down with me, look at you, I'll eat deliciously!" ”

Li Yueqing laughed out loud and quipped: "I'm not at home, brother, aren't you eating yet?" ”

He made an affirmative expression, "Of course, come here." ”

Li Yueqing followed him into the kitchen, and the table was full of tomatoes of all sizes.

"It's ......"

"During my 10 years in the UK, the most important thing I wanted to eat was the tomato egg noodles that my sister made for me. Make it for me again, let me have a good taste, and see if you improve. He paced up to her.

Li Yueqing is incredible, he is still willing to eat the noodles he makes, can he still swallow it?

She once made him a bowl of longevity noodles for his father's birthday, which was her first time cooking, and stubbornly refused to let her mother help. When he came out of the kitchen sweating profusely with the fruits of his victory, he had already turned into a dirty little cat.

Li Pingmin just frowned and took a bite and put it down: "It's good, just put less salt next time." ”

Li Yueqing was a little disappointed, and after tasting it, she realized that what her father had just said was very polite, which could kill the salt seller.

She angrily slammed the bowl on the table. Li Mingfeng picked it up and ate it with relish. His expression was natural. Li Yueqing wanted to take it away, but he refused to let go.

"It's really delicious, I have a lot of taste, it's just what I like. Don't rob me of anyone, I'm going to eat it all today. ”

Li Yueqing didn't know how he could eat at that time, but his door was always open and closed at night. He must have drunk a lot of water, she thought. No matter how heavy anyone's taste is, it is impossible to swallow such a meal.

Li Yueqing stood in front of a large pile of tomatoes and thought for a while, before asking with questioning eyes, "Brother, are you sure?" ”

He nodded indifferently.

Li Yueqing could only roll up her sleeves, put up her apron, and prepare to do a big job.