What's wrong with all of us;

Anger only blames oneself for being worried;

Whenever anyone blames who is harsh, we don't know how to blame ourselves;

can no longer be like a chess opponent, even if you love, hate, and sour;

We shouldn't let go of love like this, imaginary competitors;

Sorry I wasted the qualifications that could be happier.

……

When she stood on the boarding bridge in the summer, her body was stiff for a moment.

……

When Ye Boxuan saw Xia turn around and leave, he also quickly turned around and ran.

……

Summer instinctively resisted and looked out the window, she stared at the chair in front of her, wanting to empty her brain, and she didn't know which one of her companions was, and suddenly said in amazement:

"Look outside, look at the motherland."

At the window, there was a girl with bright eyes and zirconium teeth, her pair of Qianqian fingers were helplessly clasped on the window, looking at the blue sky through the window.

At the moment of takeoff, she changed her calm and self-confidence when she was interviewed, and suddenly hid her face and cried, and her face was instantly full of tears.

She cried as if something important had been lost, and that thing had touched her heart.

The companion shook his head, this is a woman, this is like a twenty-three-year-old girl, she shouldn't be standing in front of the camera just now and being stronger than these men.

Summer covered her heart, she swallowed the cry choked in her throat, and murmured:

"I thought it would be easy to leave, but why is my heart heavier?"

……

Ye Boxuan watched helplessly, and he watched as the plane bound for the United States quickly taxied towards the runway.

It carries a whistling. Like an arrow off the string, like a gull bird skimming the sea, rushing into the blue sky.

His heart was empty, and he let the cold wind blow in that part of his heart, but he did not touch it with his hands.

He put his hands on his waist and looked up, his posture was a normal state on weekdays.

He would often follow this action, sneering, questioning, and angrily asking Summer:

"What do you mean?"

……

Ye Boxuan, who was sitting in the car, opened the letter that was already wet.

Suddenly, his chest heaved violently.

At this moment, he was in this space where no one could find him embarrassed. Crying and laughing.

The man's tears smashed onto the handwriting of the "teeth and claws".

"If you want to die, you have to wait two years!

Stay at home with kids! I don't understand. Go to my mom and dad and get the parenting manual! ”

Ye Boxuan suppressed the twitching of his chest, but his snot flowed out with tears, he squeezed the letter paper tightly, and said to himself with a smile in his tears:

"How domineering is the first sentence...... I have to add a sentence. Long-winded! ”

……

The surrounding landscape turned into a shadow. Ye Boxuan's heart is not just barren. The jeep was speeding like a light and shadow, speeding down the road from the airport to the military region.

……

Xia Aiguo looked at Ye Boxuan in front of him, and he clenched his fists. persuade yourself to be emotionally stable, and not to be angry because of her daughter's departure and her reluctance.

But the son-in-law's fault, those foolish accounts, if Ye Boxuan didn't have an explanation, he didn't want to forgive.

Ye Boxuan was just like the past, and the expressions of those who lived in a big courtyard with Xia Aiguo and Su Meili in the past, he couldn't see joy or anger, and his expression was gentle.

"Daddy." It's not the same. He didn't pretend to be confused, and didn't ask Xia Aiguo what time it was.

Xia Aiguo looked coldly at the tall and handsome uncle in front of him: "Hmph! ”

Ye Boxuan still had that calm appearance, he strode and stood in the courtyard, ignoring the eyes of the old man behind him, and didn't look at Su Meili who was wiping his eyes with an apron.

He finally found his son and daughter in the small study, and Xia Qiu, who was at home on leave, was helplessly coaxing the children.

"Daddy!" Wow, Xiao Wan'er couldn't suppress the cry she had been holding, she endured it before because she was so busy, and crying too much would affect her efficiency.

But the moment he saw Ye Boxuan, the little bowl collapsed.

Ye Boxuan picked up his daughter and squatted beside the noisy people sitting on the ground, he listened to his daughter's intermittent narration:

"It's so hard! I can't finish writing in one day, Dad, you help, help the bowl. ”

Xia Qiu wiped the cold sweat from her head. Is Trouble a three-year-old? Who is this kid's stubbornness and can't listen to persuasion?!

Xia Qiu glanced at Ye Boxuan, but Ye Boxuan's eyes were full of trouble.

"Alas!" Xia Qiu shook his head and walked out of the small study.

In the middle of the room were scattered pencil cases, all kinds of books, summer pens, pencils, brushes, ink spilled on the book and sprinkled on the ground, and the noisy little hands were also stained, but there were tears in his eyes, he couldn't see clearly, but he didn't look up, and his arm was a little sore.

Ye Boxuan looked at the handwriting written by his son, he gently patted Xiao Wan'er's back and put her on the ground, Xiao Wan'er coughed repeatedly, and kept rubbing the eyes that looked like summer with the back of his hand.

Ye Boxuan leaned forward and approached the trouble, and his body was slightly stiff in front of the trouble.

When he felt Ye Boxuan's cheek against his little face, he instantly grinned, his small body trembled and looked up helplessly at the roof of the shed, and big tears flowed down his eyes.

He shouted, "Mom! “

Xia Aiguo, who was outside the door, couldn't stand it anymore and turned to leave. And Su Meili cried, she also missed her daughter.

Ye Boxuan smiled, in fact, when he was a child, he often kissed his son, and later, I don't know when it started......

He felt that a boy should not be spoiled, taught by his mother and summer, the girls chirped, and wiped this and that with a handkerchief every day, he began to treat him "badly" and harshly.

After the first time you put your child's face on your face, it won't be difficult to do so the second time.

Ye Boxuan sat on the ground with one in his arms, and he listened to the children, thinking about their mother.

Holding Ye Boxuan's palm in a panic, he asked seriously: "Mom said to finish writing these words, one stroke a day, write, write nine times, Dad, I will keep writing and writing, and I will finish it today!" Did Mom just come back? ”

Xiao Wan'er cried out again, and her little face wrinkled:

"Dad, the bowl can't be done! Two days, no, days! You let mom come back! ”

……

Holding and accompanying, Ye Boxuan was smiling all the time in front of the children and the Xia family.

He comforted the children, and his tone seemed to be summery and mixed with his own style:

"Mom went on a business trip to a big, big city with a lot of good stuff in there, and she went and bought it for you. But far away! We'll have to wait a few days. She won't be able to hold it then, so we'll pick her up, and we'll have to ...... the words."

……

Ye Boxuan was lying on the aqua blue double quilt.

He and the big bed of the summer, lying in small bowls and sleeping in reclining.

Ye Boxuan's mind was empty, and he just wanted to let himself recall two sentences:

He said, "Dad, you can't do it, you always forget to rub incense on me." ”

Xiao Wan'er shook his head vigorously after being stunned: "Dad, Wan'er can't just eat noodles." ”

Even the kids think it's a joke to be both a father and a mother!

Ye Boxuan suddenly looked out the window: In summer, do you think the same way...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Deleted, deleted, modified, and finally wrote something that made me more satisfied. After a bit of a delay, everyone, I've finally sent it in.

The chapter begins with a short passage of Zhang Hexuan's "We Shouldn't Be Like This".

I don't know if you guys think it's good to write like this. Because of the overnight gap, I'm afraid that everyone won't be able to get in, so I write more and maybe my pen power can be improved.

Report the results, yesterday the number of rewards was 27 people, more than 50 monthly passes, and the thirteenth place in the red book sales list. fell out of the top ten, but yesterday a fellow author told me that a certain book friend recommended my book in a book friend group of a great god, and last night I saw someone in the comment area asking if it would be abusive and good-looking? There are several replies that should not be missed.

How does it feel? It's like in middle school, I didn't do well in the exam, and I was a little disappointed, but suddenly my girlfriend told me that the "male gods" liked me, and there were more than one or two......