"Dad, Mom, it's time to eat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Luo Meijuan went to the bedroom on the first floor to call her father-in-law and mother-in-law for dinner. The two old men were packing their luggage in the room, and when they heard their daughter-in-law shouting, they agreed: "Got it, I'm coming." The old man put his half-packed suitcase beside the bed, and said to the old lady, "Let's go, let's go to dinner first, and then clean up after eating." ”

Wang's mother has already brought the prepared meal to the table, eight dishes and one soup, and set up a big table, just waiting for everyone to come up and enjoy it. In the past few days, Li Xiaotian has gone home from work to accompany his son, daughter-in-law and two parents to eat together. Because of Qingxuan's injury, the two old men worked tirelessly and rushed to Shenzhen from thousands of miles away to visit their eldest grandson, and Li Xiaotian had no reason not to go home to accompany the old man to eat and chat. No matter how big the chairman is, he is also raised by his mother's parents, and it is natural to respect the elderly, and he understands this truth.

When I got home, I changed into home clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and Li Xiaotian sat in the front of the dining table. The parents were already seated in their seats, Luo Meijuan helped Wang Ma serve everyone a meal, and Qingxuan obediently sat at Luo Meijuan's hand, looking at the table of sumptuous meals in front of her silently.

Thinking of the situation when he saw Bingyu in the Internet café just now, he was so excited now, although he only met for two hours, but his thoughts these days finally responded. He knew how important it was to him that the woman in the distance had been thinking about him and remembering him! It won't be long before he goes to her, and even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers between them, they can't stop him, he thought.

Luo Meijuan served a good meal and sat back in her seat. She glanced at Li Xiaotian, Li Xiaotian understood, and said, "Let's eat, the dishes will be cold for a while." ”

Everyone picked up chopsticks and ate the vegetables by themselves. Grandpa picked up a large piece of fish and put it in Qingxuan's bowl, and said with concern: "Child, eat more, so that the disease can get better quickly." ”

Qing Xuan looked at his grandfather's kind face, and felt a little reluctant in his heart. Since I was a child, my grandfather hurt himself the most, and he always secretly kept it for himself to eat, and at that time his uncle's family also had two children, but he never had such treatment. Now that grandpa has gray temples and is over the age of six, he still buys his heart for himself, I'm really sorry for his old man. Qing Xuan almost instinctively got up and put two pieces of meat back into the pot and put them in the bowl of his grandparents: "Grandpa, grandma, you also eat." ”

Grandma looked at her grandson and said distressedly: "Baby grandson, you should eat more, you are so seriously injured, you should make up for it." We're all so old, how many days can we live? But you are still young, and the good days are still ahead, so you should take care of your health. ”

"yes, I see. Grandparents don't have to worry about me, I'm fine. ”

"Dad, Mom, you don't have to worry about him, eat quickly, the food will be cold in a while." Li Xiaotian saw that the two grandparents and grandchildren were sandwiching vegetables with each other, so he stepped forward to stop them.

"Xiaotian, your mother and I will go back tomorrow, there is nothing to do to see Qingxuan, there is still a lot of work waiting for us to go back to do at home, we will not live here." The old man said slowly.

"Dad, it's time to celebrate the solar year, I think you and your mother will go back after the solar year." Luo Meijuan saw that her in-laws were leaving, so she persuaded her.

"No, I've been living here for many days, and if I don't go back, the dogs at home are dying of hunger. Besides, the large tea garden at home still has to hire someone to take care of it, and in a few months, the new tea will come down, and this year's rain is heavy, and the tea should be able to produce a lot. ”

"I see that you are so old, if you can't do it, just go out of the garden and forget it, so that you can enjoy a few years of blessings, your son makes a lot of money a year, and your second elder can't spend it with fluttering flowers." Luo Meijuan said.

"I know my son can make money, but don't I have two grandchildren, and I have to leave it to them. Besides, my body is quite tough, and I can't stay there, so I might as well find some work to do. The tea we grow ourselves does not sprinkle pesticides or chemical fertilizers, and it is reassuring to drink. Can you drink the tea you bought outside? Xiaotian's business is big, and he needs a lot of tea to give gifts every year, and in addition to giving him gifts, the rest of these teas are kept at home to eat. Fortunately, when the old tea is drunk every year, the new tea will come down. If you don't grow it yourself, where can you drink such a good new tea? ”

"I think you're going to be tired for the rest of your life."

"Since you are leaving, I will not keep you, come and stay for a few days when the New Year is not busy." Li Xiaotian couldn't keep them, so he had to let them do their own thing.

After dinner, a few people sat in the living room and gossiped for a while, and then went back to their rooms to rest.

The next day, Li Xiaotian ordered people to buy two train tickets back to Wuhan, and sent the two old men on the train, and then returned to the company for a meeting.

It's Qing Xuan's birthday in a few days, and Bingyu wants to give him a different kind of birthday gift, but what should I give? Realistic gifts are definitely not good, and giving virtual items in the game seems to be cheesy, if you want to be unconventional, and make people remember for a lifetime, this gift is really not easy to choose. Bingyu has been struggling with gifts lately.

Since the last time they met, Bingyu had rarely been in the game because she had to go to class in the evening, and she had to study hard for the exam in the spring. Love is important, but two people can't be together for a while, so let's focus on your studies first. After all, this is something she can get through hard work. And love is not something that she alone can say, that person is far away, when he can come to her is unknown, and whether they have a future is even more unknown, so no matter how crazy love is, it can only be put aside for the time being.

Qing Xuan secretly ran to the Internet café a few times without Luo Meijuan, wanting to meet Bingyu, but every time he returned in vain. Just in time for a few days of light rain in Shenzhen, the rainy weather, coupled with a depressed mood, Qingxuan's whole person was like a frosted eggplant, listless to the extreme.

On this day, he had nothing to do, so he nestled in bed and read, but he fell asleep while looking at it.

He dreamed that he was back in Jinlin Trading Company, on the rooftop of the company, Changyang was wearing an off-white straight suit, with an intriguing gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and he was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt and light blue jeans. There are no words, just so silently confronted. Qing Xuan thought, this time he can't be as soft as last time, and if he wants to make a move, he will kill him. Suddenly, Changyang pulled out a scimitar out of nowhere and slashed at Qing Xuan. Qing Xuan instinctively dodged it.

Such a stabbing fist and others must not be able to fight, in a hurry, he found a broken mop in the corner of the wall. There were only a few strips of rags left on the mop's head, which seemed to have been abandoned there and had not been used for a long time, and the strips of cloth had become stale and fragile due to the erosion of wind and rain. Qing Xuan picked up the mop with his hand, and the few strips of rags fell to the ground. Fortunately, the mop handle is still good, although this guy is not sharper than the scimitar, but he can't let Changyang get close to him, and he will have a chance to deal with this villain.

Mop vs. scimitar, back and forth for a few rounds. was fighting heartily, Qing Xuan tripped under his feet, and one fell to the ground, and the mop was also thrown aside. Seeing this opportunity, Changyang clenched the scimitar with both hands and pressed towards Qing Xuan step by step. Qing Xuan propped up the ground with his hands, and stepped back step by step, seeing that he was about to be pushed to the edge of the rooftop. Changyang laughed, revealing a hideous face. Qing Xuan looked back, there was a tall building now, and in front of him was a scimitar with a cold light, the result of advancing and retreating was the same, what should I do?

"Die. Hahaha......" A wild laugh resounded in the sky, and then, Changyang was close to him with a scimitar in his hand, Qing Xuan hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Eighteen years later, Ye is still a good man." With that, he jumped off the roof......

There was a muffled sound, and the pain woke Qing Xuan up from his sleep, "Where am I?" Am I still alive? Qing Xuan rubbed his sore buttocks and muttered to himself.

At this time, the light in the corridor turned on, Luo Meijuan pushed the door into the house, and asked, "Son, what's wrong?" ”

When she turned on the light in Qingxuan's room, she found that her son had fallen to the ground and the quilt was kicked aside, so she hurried over to help her son.

"I said that the little ancestor, he is not honest when he sleeps, and he can still fall to the ground, let me see, is the wound cracked again?" Luo Meijuan helped Qing Xuan to the bed and raised her hand to look at the wound on Qing Xuan's head. I saw a puddle of pus and blood oozing out of the gauze. "Oh, I'll just say, is the wound open again? I said, son, when will you let Mom save some snacks? Luo Meijuan muttered while taking the medicine box to change the medicine for her son.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"It doesn't hurt." Qing Xuan grinned, the wound felt swollen and painful, coupled with the pain in his buttocks, this time it hurt up and down. But even if it hurts, you have to endure it, whoever makes him a man, a man should be strong, where is there so much hypocrisy.

Luo Meijuan finished applying medicine to Qingxuan and applying a new piece of gauze before letting her son lie back on the bed and covering the quilt for him. "This time, you have to sleep honestly, don't kick and move, if you don't tear the wound again, it won't be so fast." Luo Meijuan said a few more words before going back to her room to sleep.

Qing Xuan lay on the bed, watching the lights in the corridor go out again, but he couldn't sleep. The scene in the dream just now was so realistic, he thought he had really fallen downstairs. Fortunately, it wasn't true, but this frightening dream also made him feel the instant life and death, human life is so fragile, life and death are only in a thought. Life is so short that he feels that he must cherish everything in front of him. He thought of that person again, and remembered their scenes in the game world.

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"Say, are the wrinkles on your face that can trap flies?"

Bing Yu thought to herself, am I that old? People are a few years older than you, and you are said to be an old woman. Well, why tell him his actual age, since he thinks I'm an old woman, then I'm an old woman. So she said: "I didn't expect you to have fiery eyes, you know this." ”

He thought to himself, finish, this time I'm unlucky again, I only knew a bunch of stinky men before, even if I know a shemale, it's good. Now this is a woman, but it's a pity that it's an old lady with a wrinkled face, why is my Li Qingxuan's life so bitter.

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