Li Mengying walked over, sat there, picked up the spoon and moved the tofu to boil the fish, the faint smell of fish lingered on the tip of her nose, itching a little uncomfortable. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Suddenly, his eyes became a little sour.

She suddenly felt like a bastard, yes, a bastard's bastard.

For so long, her mother Feng Ling has always been tolerant of herself, she has no objection to what she asks, and if it is difficult, she will silently help solve it.

Especially in the matter of Wen Yizhen, even if she knew that there would be no results with Wen Yizhen, and she didn't even intersect, Feng Ling still didn't say anything and helped her do so much.

even helped her pre-murder Li Jiaying.

Who else can do these things but my mother without complaint?!

Even if her request is too much, she doesn't see her mother say anything serious to her, she will talk hard in the past two days, and she will persuade herself to give up Wen Yizhen, probably knowing that no matter how hard she tries, she will not get Wen Yizhen's favor, because she overestimates herself too much.

But Li Mengying herself refused to give up. She knew that she was more unwilling to do so, after all, she had put in too much effort in order to get Wen Yizhen.

When I thought that all my efforts would be in vain because of my own termination, my heart was inexplicably flustered.

Li Mengying's eyes were red, and she was so sour that she wanted to shed tears, only then did she see a small note next to her, she picked it up, and it was clearly written, "Xiaomeng, I'm sorry, my mother's words are heavy, don't be angry with my mother, okay?" ”

Tears burst out of her eyes and landed on the note with a snap, and in an instant the note was already half wet.

Li Mengying covered her mouth and cried, bending over slightly, her body trembling.

I don't know how long I cried, but there was a warm hug behind her, and the person hugged her, which made her heart settle down all of a sudden.

"Mom, I'm sorry......" Li Mengying apologized with a sob.

Feng Ling heard Li Mengying's guilt from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't stop crying, her voice was a little hoarse, "Where is there anything to be sorry for with my mother, my child, as long as you are happy and happy!" ”

Li Mengying hugged Feng Ling in turn, crying: "Mom......"

Feng Ling hugged her and patted her gently on the back, patting rhythmically. Her children have suffered too many grievances, and there is nothing she can do about it, so she can only help with trivial things.

"Don't cry, you haven't eaten dinner yet, come, let's have dinner."

Feng Ling let go of Li Mengying, pulled her to sit down, handed the chopsticks to her hand, and urged her to hurry up and eat.

Li Mengying obediently took the chopsticks and pulled the rice one bite at a time, and every time she pulled a mouthful, several tears would fall, as big and transparent as a pearl......

After Feng Ling went out with the plate, Li Mengying locked the door and went to the bathroom to take a comfortable bath.

After taking a shower, when she was wiping her hair with a towel, she suddenly remembered the boy in her dream. It's so familiar, but I can't remember anything, I just know that there was once such a boy, a boy she didn't know the name of the boy who was very good with her when she was a child.

It's just that after the boy moved, he never saw him again.

At that time, there was a lot of simple happiness in the time when the boy was there, and there were many simple pleasures in the ordinary life - it turned out that in that distant country, in that forgotten world, there were things of great significance, and now if I hadn't dreamed of that boy, maybe none of this would have been remembered.

And those seemingly ordinary things never stayed in her heart for a moment, but now they crawled out of her mind clearly and swam into her heart little by little.

In addition to these rare feelings, she also remembered that it seemed that the boy had given her something before leaving, but after she took it home, she didn't open it because she was a little sad, and later, after she also moved, her mother handed the box to her and put it herself.

At that time, she took it, and she didn't think of this layer, so she casually put her in an inconspicuous corner. After all, at that time, the conditions of their family were more than a thousand times better than back then, and the things of their childhood had long been abandoned.

Her hair was half-dry, and she was ready to go to rest. But he paused, and his eyes looked into a corner.

She didn't realize that she was moving, and when she reached a cabinet, she put the towel on it, and opened the cabinet, and there was a small box inside, and the box turned out to be a stationery box, probably because it had not been opened for many years, it was already rusty, and it was a little laborious to open.

The harder it was to open up, the stronger her curiosity became, and she wanted to see what was inside. The boy said that he must take a look at the contents, she will definitely like them, and they are very good, and he has been thinking about them for a long time.

She burst out laughing. I remember thinking that sentence as if it was a gust of wind, and when I got home, I couldn't remember anything. But now, after so much time had passed since those words, I felt so clear when I thought about it now, as if I had just spoken them yesterday.

Like a warm breeze slowly brushing her cheeks, it was so comfortable that it made her feel greedy.

She rarely misses the old days, but now she ......

Li Mengying squatted there, eagerly and with all her brute strength, she opened the stationery box, there was a small thing in it, which was simply wrapped in a piece of paper, and she opened it with trembling hands to see that it was a beautiful pink butterfly hairpin that had faded.

She now dimly feels that in that distant mountain and water ditch, there is actually a very beautiful world, where no matter what kind of person or what kind of hardship, it seems that there is more happiness, even if there is a comparison, even if it is so bitter that she can only drink some porridge every day, children can always easily find something to make them happy.

In that moment, those days filled her mind.

From time to time, the boy's thin and slightly pale cheeks appeared in front of her eyes, but his body always felt vibrant, always very energetic, even a little naughty and even a little hateful.

However, she didn't hate him, because he was always able to make himself laugh and laugh. That kind of happiness still feels like a little girl in that distant country, "giggling" and laughing.

The boy she used to love, even though she didn't even know the name.

It's funny, although the boy will often make her laugh, but when the boy wants to tell her what his name is, she will cover her ears and say, "If I don't listen, I won't listen, your name must be ugly......"