Butterflies fluttering, eagles spreading their wings, and all kinds of kites fluttering in the sky above the park.

There are so many styles of kites, but they belong to the kites in the hands of summer, but they are long and black.

The noisy little hand was placed on the door of his head, and his little slap was spread apart, shielding the sun from the way of an adult, but the sun seemed to like this child, and it followed him like a shadow, and leaned down from his fingers.

Noisy squinted his eyes and looked up and asked, "Mom, what's it called?" ”

Summer fiddled: "We Kyoto people have an old saying called black pot bottom." Actually, son, you should have that eyesight to see it, right? Mom made a sand swallow. ”

It's hard for him to make a fuss about summer's heart, and he also learned to promise in an instant:

"Well, it's okay, I can see it."

But Xiao Wan'er pouted and said, "Mom, it's so ugly!" You look at other people's, like big flowers, and also, you see that uncle put it is called a swallow! ”

Summer was also quite helpless, she tried her best, in order to be the "biggest", she worked very hard. Not wanting to show her shortcomings in front of her daughter, she replied:

"You have to remember that a good kite is not to look good or not, it is useless to tremble and sway, you have to be amazed inside, the core is strong and powerful!

And ah, bowl, look at it, touch it? It's not ugly, if you think about black floating in the blue sky, there are black, white, and blue, and you should pay attention to painting in the future, so that the contrast will be clearer. ”

After Summer finished talking to the children, he bypassed the line in his hand, and it didn't take a long time for the summer to run in front of the line. The weight seemed too great and failed.

Or someone in the park couldn't look past it and pushed her husband.

Yes, there is nothing lacking in summer, and if its kite can fly high and far, it will surely attract those who know how to appreciate it to stop and watch, but it lacks someone who can help her hold it up to follow.

Flying towards the sky, towards the white clouds, and towards the future, summer heard the noise and the slapping of the small bowl. I heard them shouting in unison:

"Fly! Mom is awesome! ”

When running happily, sweating profusely, and as if they were going crazy, the little bowl shouted, "Fly high!" Fly the highest! ”。 Summer suddenly cut that thread short.

Then a family of three sitting near them in the summer heard a soft female voice soothing the children, her voice was full of passion for life and unreserved love for the children:

"Mom let it be cut at the top because it had a meaning. It broke and flew away. It means sending away all our bad luck.

Mom must cut it when she flies high and far. In this way, my troubles, the little bowl will never get sick, there will be no troubles, and you will all be loved......"

There are two children sitting next to him in the summer. They ate rice balls and did not forget to turn their sides and look up at the summer, and listened carefully:

"The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind...... Spring is coming, no matter how early or late this spring comes......"

On an April afternoon in Kyoto, there was a girl who looked like a girl in her age, but was actually the mother of two dolls, holding a little chubby girl in front of her and a little boy around her neck behind her.

The children were already tired of playing and wilting, but she walked through the park in Kyoto, which is famous for its large gardens, with tired steps and a slight waist on her back.

The little chubby girl said, "Mom, I can walk by myself." "Tired doesn't say tired, it's rare for the little girl who doesn't like sports to say this comforting word first.

The little boy nodded eagerly: "Mom, we can do it." ”

"No, just let Mom carry you away."

After I leave, you must learn to walk on your own, and take every step that I am not comfortable with.

……

At the same time, on a bench in the back sea, a man and a teenager, all of them stared straight ahead, looking at the fluctuating water streaks.

Ye Boxuan, who was wearing a light blue shirt, the sleeves of his shirt were pulled up to his elbows, he looked thinner and lonely than before, and his body exuded indescribable sexiness.

That sensuality is mixed in, like a prince whose courtship has been rejected, he has grievances, unwillingness, wants to bow his head and pray, but he doesn't dare to face the fear of being rejected after there is no way out.

The little boy sighed first: "Brother-in-law, are you well?" I'm worried. ”

"It's not good."

Xia Dong didn't look at Ye Boxuan, he slapped the schoolbag in his arms weakly:

"I know why you're not good. Why do you think my sister is like that? Why does she always like to bully us? ”

Ye Boxuan had a faint smile on his lips, he was very calm, this was the first time in a few days that he was calm, "It's me who has been bullying her." ”

"No, if you quarrel, you should quarrel, and you should reconcile after the quarrel. She's fine, you're sick, I asked her why she didn't go to see you...... Brother-in-law, why are you two arguing? My brother and my sister-in-law won't. ”

Ye Boxuan shook his head: "It's just that you didn't see it." How can there be a couple who haven't stumbled. ”

Suddenly, he sighed helplessly: "Silent couples, they no longer have the heart to communicate, and they don't even have a chance to continue quarreling, which is the most terrible." ”

……

Recently, Ning Xunyi always felt that someone was following her.

She persuaded herself that maybe she was thinking too much, if it was really the East Window incident, then Song Yaping's character would have come to the door a long time ago. She thought she was frightened by the paper man's prank.

Ning Xunyi felt that he had to think so, as long as he thought about it a few more times and was not discovered, then this would be true. She would murmur prayers to herself every day.

How did she walk on the street, when there were so many people on the street, she was still flustered?

Ning Xunyi hurriedly opened the zipper of her purse, and after swallowing a few tranquilizers, she suddenly turned around to check the street corner, but found nothing.

She was so discouraged, so discouraged that she wondered if she had a nervous breakdown?

Who the hell did it?

Her neighbors now looked at her with strange eyes, and she was so nervous every day that she had to check under the bed, in the closet, and close the doors and windows over and over again.

As soon as she thought that in the middle of the night, someone had sneaked into her house and left, and she felt cold fear.

Spring came, but she didn't dare to breathe through the air.

Thinking of this, Ning Xunyi clenched her fists, as long as she caught "that person", she would definitely not be able to spare him!

A rag doll with two crosses on its body, it was lying in Ning Xunyi's quilt covered with blood, just when Ning Xunyi lifted the quilt and almost fainted, Song Yaping was sitting on the sofa of Tong's house, and she was having a conversation with Tong's mother.

Song Yaping thought about it, she couldn't send Ning Xunyi in at this cusp, not to mention that she couldn't stay for a few days if she did something like that, Old Man Ning's subordinates would definitely take action.

And she can't suppress the relationship at this time, in case Bo Xuan is criticized again, so if she wants to get out of that bad breath immediately, she has to start with the child.

A mother, a woman who is now equated with an orphan, and the child is her lifeblood.

Song Yaping smiled when she walked into the door of Tong's house, she had to let Ning Xunyi never see her biological son from now on.

Didn't you talk to Bo Xuan about the child?

Then you will never have children! (To be continued.) )

PS: Around five o'clock in the third watch, I will send you this chapter and write the next chapter after a while, you are in a hurry, I really, I understand, in fact, I am also anxious.

I know it's better to be more compact, so I can update it twice a day until May, so I can earn an extra 600 yuan for full attendance. So for the sake of my hard work, everyone is really in a hurry to save the article, but don't forget it!

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