Knowing the empty valley is the year of the 08 Olympics, when Nanfeng was busy serving the customers in the store, he found a foreign guy standing outside the door for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hollow Valley is a standard British guy with blond hair and blue eyes and a fluent London accent that fascinates people as soon as they hear it.

But Nanfeng couldn't help but laugh out loud when he thought of his first impression on her.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is unkempt, and Nanfeng, who has been tempered by modern indifference, still can't help but soften his heart.

From noon to the end of their business, he was still standing there, looking through the wide glass window with his hopeful gaze inside, Nanfeng sighed lightly, and still couldn't help but walk out.

"Come in."

Nanfeng was afraid that he could not understand Chinese, so he compared the gesture of entering the door.

Kutani obediently followed, sitting motionless in his chair, looking very well-behaved.

"Thank you."

"So you can speak Chinese?"

"Hmm."

The conversation was brief, and Nanfeng had a rough idea in his heart.

I poured him a glass of lemon juice and went into the back kitchen to work, so that he would not starve to death.

When he returned, he had drunk the glass of lemon juice in front of him, but the man was still sitting upright in his chair and motionless.

"Eat."

Nanfeng put down the hot noodle soup in his hand, and helped him get a pair of chopsticks and a fork by the way.

Thinking that he would choose a fork, Nanfeng looked at the "foreigner" who skillfully picked up chopsticks in front of him with some surprise, only to find that his chopsticks were similar to her.

After giving a bowl of noodles, Nanfeng ignored him, but took care of himself and worked on the materials he needed to prepare tomorrow.

Business has been good lately, and if she doesn't prepare in advance, she will be in a hurry tomorrow, so every day she waits until the customers in the store are almost gone, and prepares the materials she needs for the next day.

It had been an hour since a busy day, and when Nanfeng looked up, he realized that the foreign man had disappeared.

On the table was a note he had left on it, which said that the only English that Nanfeng knew, thanks.

Nanfeng looked at the beautiful handwriting on the note, and left this person behind with a smile, after all, there are too many passers-by of this kind, even if they are impressive, they will all be forgotten after a long time, not to mention still

A foreigner, the shop is about to close, she has to hurry back to take care of her little baby, there is time to remember a stranger, it is better to leave more time for the baby daughter.

Nuo Nuo is three years old, and she is naughty, but she has to send Nuo Nuo to school in order to make a living. Nanfeng thinks that she is not a qualified mother and cannot give her daughter a complete family.

But Nanfeng, like all single mothers, no matter how hard and tired they are, everything is for the sake of their children.

Closed the door and locked it, looking at the dark sky, Nanfeng picked up his collar, and couldn't help but speed up his pace and walked towards the house of Nuonuo's teacher, Wen Ruyan, who must be clamoring for her mother at this time.

Nanfeng looked down at the time, and was even more anxious, if it was possible, she would like to be like an ordinary mother, leaving all her time to her daughter, sharing her daughter's little by little, and the process of growing up.

The street lamp in front of Ms. Wen's door is orange, and it looks unusually warm, just as gentle as her name.

As soon as Nanfeng pressed the doorbell, there was a "click", and the door was opened, and I saw a gust of wind rushing into her arms, holding her waist, rubbing hard into her arms, who is it not her little glutinous family.

It's just that the snot is very uncute, but it melts Nanfeng's heart, at least, in her daughter's heart, she is heaven.

Nanfeng took out the purple rice dumplings prepared early in the morning and put them in front of the glutinous glutinous, each purple ball is delicate and cute, inlaid with ripe red dates, which makes people have a great appetite at a glance.

"Mom, yes, yes". Nuo Nuo looked at the dumplings on the table, stretched out her hand to eat inarticulately, kept grabbing Nanfeng's sleeves and shaking them, but unfortunately she didn't know enough words, and she could only express those few meanings.

Seeing that his daughter was so dependent on herself, Nanfeng thought a little carefully, picked up the purple rice dumplings, teased the glutinous glutinous, and made Nanfeng and Teacher Wen happy for a long time, and her daughter would talk more and more, and the atmosphere was warm and warm, which made people yearn for it.

After returning home, after soothing Xiao Nuonuo and falling asleep, Nanfeng finally had some time to rest, turned on the computer, entered the social network, and wrote a journal in her space.

This is her long-standing habit, this habit was originally developed because of glutinousness, at first, Nanfeng just wanted to record the mood changes during pregnancy, but unexpectedly, but couldn't stop.

Pictures with bellflower flowers record my daughter's growth and share my feelings and expectations for my daughter, just like in 2009, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, I made my daughter her favorite pineapple cake, glutinous secretly hugged me, and gently said incomplete words in my ear, "Mom, I wish you a happy new year, and the sickness is gone!" ”

I took a look, it turned out that I had a cold when I was busy in the store, and I kept coughing, and I still haven't recovered, so I have a New Year's wish to go to the light when I am sick.

"That's good, my mother's illness will definitely go away." I knew it was the illness at the end of the year that scared her.

"But why would Nuo Nuo make such a New Year's resolution?"

I asked

"Because mom is just a girl, it shouldn't be like this!"

She said.

Sometimes I can't cough, so I will pill on her lap, and she will gently pat my back with her hand, and say, "Mom, you have worked hard, thank you." ”

Nanfeng browsed all the logs with affection, and then turned off the computer with hope and fell asleep with his daughter in his arms.

The days always alternate day after day, and the south wind still sticks to her peaceful days brick by brick.

After a long time, she even forgot the appearance of the foreign guy she helped not long ago.

"You are?"

Nanfeng looked at the handsome guy in front of him with some doubts, and really didn't think of where he had seen him.

"I'm Hollow Valley!"

“……”

She didn't ask for a name, Nanfeng looked at the strange man in front of her with some depression who was hindering her work.

"I'm Hollow Valley!"

Kutani's eyes looked at the south wind brightly, twinkling like the starry sky in summer, dazzling and charming.

If you put it five or six years ago, the south wind was absolutely mesmerized.

It's a pity that she doesn't have a good impression of men now.

"If you're not here to eat, please go out."

Nanfeng didn't want to know his name, even though it sounded so tight that it made a lot of impressions.

It's like the owner of the name......

It's just that putting aside the beauty, the south wind has returned to its former indifference, just like wearing a mask and not being close to people.

"I'm Hollow Valley!"

Kugu insisted on repeating the same sentence, then took out a hundred yuan from his arms, and stuffed it into Nanfeng's hand without saying a word.

Leaving the stunned south wind, looking at the back that had long disappeared in a daze.

"Hostess, hostess......"

"Oops!"

The store was full of customers, and there was really no time to be distracted.

After a while, Nanfeng picked up the hundred in his arms, and wrote Dou Da's thanks on the back.

"It's him!"

Memories come back, but there are also some ironic ones.

The wind blew outside the window, and it also blew away the worries of the south wind, and the fate of life is still so wonderful. But it makes her look forward to a new day!