"Dust Guangui knows idle things, and finally plans to visit the old tour. www.biquge.info The meaning of this poem is that the person who is an official is not an official, so he feels that his life is leisurely and he returns to his former place......"

Zhixian looked at the son who was sitting opposite him, and his son with a pair of eyes was rolling, and he explained to him in an easy-to-understand manner with an ancient poetry book.

Twelve nodded, "I know!" Chikan is my mother's name. Mom also has a name called Madame, and Dad likes it very much. ”

Speechless, he turned his head to look at someone who was sitting just like his son.

Twelve refused to let her go, and the little chubby hand tapped lightly on the table, feeling very dissatisfied with his mother's neglect of his behavior.

"Mom, where did the name Twelve come from?"

Zhixian reached out and pinched his white and tender little face: "Jia is the word that my grandfather gave you, and the voyage comes from an ancient saying with a lot of meaning. This is the sustenance of your grandfather and father to you, I hope that Twelve can ......"

"Don't be afraid of difficulties, face them bravely, and be a real man," Twelve waved his little hands, and his voice was a little milky: "Mom, I know my big name Qu Jiahang, I'm asking for this name, Twelve, this!" ”

I really don't know who Twelve looks like, it's obviously a three-year-old child, so it's so hard to fool.

Zhixian was helpless, at that time, she just wanted to call first, and the left and right were a milk name, and she couldn't explain it to her son, because he was born in December.

Qu Shizheng looked at the two people who were staring at each other with big eyes, and he couldn't help but laugh a little, with a faint smile on his handsome face.

He got up and stepped forward, and Zhixian secretly hooked his hand, and his eyes were full of signals for help.

"You were born on December 12, twelve in pairs, one is Dad, the other is Mom, Mom calls you Twelve, which means that you are our baby."

Twelve was stunned by his bluffing, his little face was full of happy smiles, and even Zhixian seemed to have a thoughtful aftertaste.

Qu Shizheng casually touched Zhixian's hair, her satin-like hair had already left over her shoulders. Since giving birth to Twelve, Zhixian has always cut her short hair, and Twelve doesn't know what kind of habit it is, and a pair of small hands always grabs her hair.

When he was two years old, Zhixian slowly began to stay again.

Twelve looked at his father's hand, and suddenly stretched out his little head forward: "Dad, Twelve should touch it too!" ”

Listening to his straightforward tone, Qu Shizheng casually brushed his fluffy head, and at first glance, he knew that it was perfunctory.

I quit at twelve, sat up from the small bench, and crawled from the end of the table to the sofa with my hands and feet. Zhixian was afraid that he would fall, so he hurriedly got up to pick it up, but who knew that the person next to her was sitting in the place where she had nested before, and pulled her into his arms again.

"Yanzhi!"

She turned her head to glare at him, but he was unmoved: "Let him climb on his own." ”

Twelve was also angry, and the time between the words had already pounced, and the soft little feet stepped on Qu Shizheng's legs, and opened his mouth to go towards the enlarged version of his face.

Seeing that he was a little disgusted and hid on his side, he helped Twelve to knock him down, and the child understood, and shouted "Dad" and kissed his saliva all over his face.

On his left is his little wife, smiling evilly in his arms, and on his right is his son, who is proudly hiding his face in his father's chest, following his mother's example.

The two people, one big and one small, looked at each other secretly, thinking that he couldn't see anything.

He's just happy to indulge, and it's ridiculous that he can't see such a shallow little caution when he fights on the battlefield.

His heart was slowly overflowing with honey sweetness, in the past, he never thought that he would live such a life, enjoying the warmth and happiness brought to him by his family, and someone would respond to his cherishment and care thousands of times more gently.

That year, he was ordered by his grandfather to go to Shanghai Guangyan School, and as soon as he arrived at the door, the snow fell heavily.

In the sparkling scenery, he saw a quiet pond, in which the lotus flowers were long gone, and the yellow stems looked a little lonely and lonely in this overwhelming white, but also a little eager.

Just as he was about to lift his feet and leave, a red shadow suddenly broke into his sight.

With good eyesight, he could see the expression on her face clearly, even though he was far away.

There seemed to be some tears in those beautiful eyes, and a faint loss that was difficult to hide.

He had never been a man to think much about things that had nothing to do with him, perhaps because she stopped like himself when the pedestrians looked so anxious to avoid the heavy snow that he made an exception for the first time. A young girl, facing a pool of withered lotus in the snow, what is she thinking?

As long as she looked at the pond, he stood there and looked at her.

Qu Shizheng didn't notice the passage of time until she brushed his shoulder and hurried by, leaving only a "I'm sorry", when he walked back inside, after lifting his feet, he found that there was a small snow pit left in the same place, and he realized that he seemed to have a little gaffe.

She was holding a French book in her arms, so she should also be a student of Guangyan School.

At that time, I glanced at it by chance, and it was already certain to meet again.

A few days before the military parade, he personally went to the compound to check on trivial matters, and the accommodation of the teachers and students who invited him to visit was not within the scope of his duties, but he felt a little abnormal in his heart because he heard the list of Lin Yiguo's schools.

In the cold winter, she took a singing mask and stood bored in the courtyard. That delicate face was a little depressed, but not gloomy, and at first glance it was clear that she felt depressed because she was detained.

He couldn't help laughing softly in his heart, and glanced back faintly, and several of the responsible officers who accompanied him were already in a cold sweat.

Lin Yiguo later said that because he had been standing there for too long, a group of people thought that there was something wrong, so they were very nervous, but they never thought that the young marshal just ordered them not to detain the students so strictly.

"Staff Officer Zhou's eyes fell in shock, and they were still discussing in private how the young marshal could pay attention to such a trivial matter."

Why? It must be because of her.

Obviously, the two of them have never even said a word, and they haven't even met in person, so how can she be so special to herself?

He didn't understand this question after thinking about it for a long time, and when he saw her, he didn't want to understand it anymore.

Qu Shizheng never thought that he would become so naïve one day. In that arms business, it was clear that he went to Guangzhou to negotiate and take less risk, but he chose Shanghai.

He was far away in the castle tower at that time, and when he saw her bright smile, he knew that he could no longer escape. (To be continued.) )