Li Xiaotian came back from buying breakfast and saw that his son was awake, with a rare smile on his face: "Awake." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" he said, a brief greeting.

"Well, Dad, I'm sorry to worry you and Mom."

"Let's have some food, I bought egg drop porridge and steamed buns, and when I finish the transcript today, we will go back to Shenzhen tomorrow."

In the morning, the police came to the hospital and made notes on Qingxuan and Changyang. Because it was not a criminal case, and it didn't violate any laws, it was just an ordinary fight, and after mediating between the two parties, Qingxuan accepted Changyang's apology, and the matter was over. As for the medical expenses, Changyang promised to compensate in full, but Qingxuan was not polite and accepted them all.

Luo Meijuan packed the clothes in Qingxuan's residence, and then went to Qingxuan's company to go through the resignation procedures. On the third day, the family returned to Shenzhen.

Li Xiaotian found the best hospital in Shenzhen and went through the admission procedures. After a week of treatment, Qingxuan's wound had begun to heal and new flesh had grown. After performing the surgery to remove his stitches, the hospital allowed the patient to go home to recuperate. Therefore, Li Xiaotian retired from the ward and took his son home to live.

After being away from home for half a year, I didn't expect to go home in this way. Lying on the huge Simmons bed at home, Qing Xuan felt that everything was fate. It will be difficult to go out in the future, and his parents will never allow him to run out casually. In Longwen District Hospital, he took advantage of the fact that Li Xiaotian and Luo Meijuan were not in the house, and secretly used his mobile phone to get on QQ, which happened to be online.

It was the first time they met online after the 11th long holiday, and he told her that he was injured and was in the hospital, and that he would be back in Shenzhen tomorrow, and everything would be said after he returned to Shenzhen. Bing Yu wanted to ask him why he was injured, but before he could finish these words, the avatar over there had already turned gray. Bing Yu secretly wiped her tears, and her heart became barren.

Autumn is coming against this backdrop.

The cold autumn wind blew the weeds on the street to decay and become lifeless. Dump trucks pulling the remnants of the dirt drove by, kicking up a lot of dust, so that the dusty weeds looked even more dilapidated.

The South-to-North Water Diversion Project is still proceeding in an orderly manner, and an excavator is working in the riverbed, which is tens of meters wide, and a deep trench has been dug into the riverbed, and they have to lay those prepared cement pipes into the deep trench and bury them with soil. It's a huge undertaking, and it needs to be done well in time for winter. The workers work day and night, eating simple food, they are migrant workers from the countryside who come to the city to work, and the last thing they are afraid of is to endure hardships and suffering.

The makeshift plank bridge stretches above the riverbed, with only simple ropes as handrails on either side, and it is terrifying to walk on. For nearly half a year, Bing Yu walked across this simple wooden plank bridge to the tax bureau across the river.

Every time she walked across the river, she stopped to watch the fish swim and play in the river, but she didn't know how bad her mood was. She said to the little fish, "Fish, fish, do you know how I feel now?" I haven't seen him since that person told me he was going back to Shenzhen, and I don't know if he's better now, what he's doing? Is there -- thinking about me. Hey, forget it, what can I do, he can't come, I can't go. I just hope that he will get better soon, and then my mood will be happier. ”

Follow the little fish to talk about it in detail, and then put aside the distractions and go to work. She told these little fish that she really couldn't tell anyone, otherwise, others would definitely laugh at her, and she didn't want to be the laughing stock of others.

As the weather cooled down, geese began to fly south in long formations, the sky became high and empty, and the air became comfortable and refreshing. When Bing Yuzheng couldn't relieve the depression in her heart, the company just sent her on a business trip to Shandong, and perhaps, the journey would make her relax. She thought so.

Take the train, then take the car, all the way to Jinan. I thought that the journey would bring her a pleasant mood, but the gloomy weather in Jinan made her mood worse. She sat in a taxi to Baotu Spring, thinking about him all the way. Missing made her teary-eyed, and she realized that even on the other side of the world, the mood of missing someone would not change.

She looked at the water of Baotu Spring, the various chrysanthemums at the Jinan Chrysanthemum Festival, took a photo in front of the ginkgo tree in front of the Laoshan Taoist Temple, and watched the brilliance on the sea after the fog steamed. She went to Daming Lake and saw the palace on Daming Lake during Qianlong's southern tour, and she asked herself: Is there really such a person as Xia Yuhe? Is her love with Emperor Qianlong real? The water of Daming Lake just flowed silently, and no one answered her question. In autumn, Daming Lake is plain and elegant, like a beauty without powder, and the stone arch bridge in the distance is reflected in the water, forming a beautiful shadow.

On Penglai Island, she looks around for magpies, which are her lucky birds, and every time she sees them, it is a sign that she will meet him. Why don't you see them this time?

Fortunately, on Liugong Island, she was lucky enough to see them. At that time, everyone else was browsing the scenery of Liugong Island, and she was the only one looking left and right, looking for the figure of the magpie everywhere. Just on the way down the mountain, she was pleasantly surprised to find them! It turns out that they are pecking at insects on the granite-paved roadway! She stopped, did not dare to lean forward, and only watched them quietly. Those cute figures attracted her deeply, making her want to go up and touch them. She didn't move, though, and she was afraid that they would fly away from fear. This is a SAINT ANGELO, and I hope it will bring her joy this time as well.

When she was in Weihai, she went to an Internet café, and at that time, they had been separated for more than half a month, and she thought that maybe she would see him on the Internet. But no, he seemed to have disappeared, leaving her nowhere to be found.

On the smoke-drenching liner, she looked at the stars in the sky. That night, the sky was full of stars, the sea breeze was cool, and she stood alone on the deck looking at the night sky in a daze. It was the first time she had looked up at the stars up close, and how she wished there was her lover standing next to her!

The long journey finally came to an end, and she returned home full of her harvest - it was endless longing and loneliness, it was countless tears and melancholy.

The day after returning to the camp, she actually saw him on the Internet!

Wearing a baseball cap, a half-sleeved T-shirt and over-the-knee trousers, and tourist shoes, he snuck out of the house and ran to an Internet café to meet her with an ID card he had borrowed from a friend. At this moment, she was silent behind the screen for a long time, tears flowing down her cheeks. They fall down to the keyboard, wetting the key coefficients on the keyboard. He seemed to sense that she was crying, so he walked around her in a panic: "Baby, don't cry, it's me who is bad and makes you worried." He didn't know what to say, so he tried to comfort him.

She was still silent, but her tears were like pearls that had fallen off the line, and she couldn't contain them.

"Baby, as long as you don't cry, I'll agree to whatever you say." He panicked and did everything he could to make her laugh.

"But how can I stop those tears, they are out of my control, just as my heart is out of my control." She sobbed, and tissues were piled up in front of her keyboard.

"It's all my fault, I'm wrong, it's okay, you can beat me and scold me, just don't cry. You know, in my life, I am most afraid of women crying. If she had been in his presence at this time, he thought he would have hugged her and kissed her tears, and her full lips, until she stopped crying.

It took her a while to recover from her excitement and she began to talk to him calmly.

"Are you feeling better? If you come out to see me, will your parents say yes? ”