"You used to bring me back every Spring Festival, but you left every time, did you come here to worship them?"

"Hmm."

The night wind was blowing, and the snowflakes in the cemetery were falling from the trees in large swaths, and he frowned and whispered, "Don't cry." He"

She is not young anymore, at the age of thirty, she should have matured enough not to cry for these little things, she is used to it.

An Ran quickly wiped away her tears and looked at the two photos with a wink.

"Your mother is so good-looking. You follow her. She said with tears in her voice.

Mo Huaiyuan glanced at her.

After a long time, he looked at his watch, there was still a little time before the Chinese New Year, and then he glanced at the car parked outside the cemetery gate.

"It's too late for you to drive back now. There are old people in the family, and you have not yet married, so you have to keep the old age, this is a tradition. Go back, the car is there, use it for you, I'll call another one later. ”

An Ran's tears, which he had managed to stop, began to fall again.

I almost cried so much that I couldn't stop crying.

Mo Huaiyuan was no longer so extreme after all, but she felt even more uncomfortable.

She wiped away her tears and went down the mountain.

Mo Huaiyuan stayed here alone for almost an hour.

When I walked down, I suddenly found that the car didn't go, and sat quietly in the passenger seat waiting for him, seeing him coming, as soon as I turned on the lights in the car, the sweet smile bloomed, and I was very warm and happy.

That's when the countdown arrived.

In the sky above Kyoto, the sound of cannons exploded, and huge fireworks rose from the square in the distance, crackling and reflecting most of the sky as bright as day.

years, passed.

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In the small hotel, there is almost no one for the Chinese New Year, and the shopkeeper goes down directly to set off the cannon after opening the room, and then settles the child to sleep.

The two of them hadn't eaten yet, and Mo Huaiyuan didn't plan to let her sleep hungry like this, so the two of them borrowed the store's kitchen and borrowed ingredients to get something to eat. Mo Huaiyuan had no problem with how he lived, he just carefully observed what was wrong with her, but An Ran was very excited, and he heated a fish that had been fried by the store a long time ago, and the juice was stained on his hands, and he stretched it out and handed it to his lips.

He didn't hesitate, licked her fingers gently, sucked, bit lightly, and then grabbed her wrist and pulled her over.

In the long and narrow eyes that were extremely charming, full of affection, An Ran's little face flushed, and he simply went over, and sat directly and boldly on his lap, his eyes changed, and his upper body slowly stood up, turning her over and facing away from him, and his strong arms tightly clasped her waist.

The small kitchen has changed the atmosphere.

Familiar with the road, the old lover, the slightest touch can burn into a fire.

An Ran felt that he was so sexy and handsome, he knew all her sensitive points, knew her most unbearable posture, and the love words that were most likely to fall short, every touch of his, every deep kiss could make her feel the strong and hot love of the old days, so hot that she knew that it was only a temporary sinking. After the most deceptive hallucinations, he will still regain his indifference, but ......

She could still feel his emotion, his trance, he was obviously already shaking slightly, but he was still holding back.

On the other side, the lid of the pot where the dumplings were boiling had been turned up.

Hot steam overflowed with foam.

An Ran exclaimed, and immediately bit his lip after exclaiming! Because, his big palm is in her min. The chest of the feeling is fierce and wanton. Abuse, the two of them sat on top of each other, the deep and intense kiss was hearty, and when they suddenly separated, there were wisps of silver sticking at the corners of her lips, and the sound that came out was crisp. Weak moaning. Like a groan, An Ran's little face was as red as a scorching flame, trembling all over, and his little hand pressed on his crisp like begging for mercy. It's so soft that it's almost unconscious on the chest.

Mo Huaiyuan didn't want to let go of her even if he died, his heart was impetuous, and his feelings were on the verge of slightly collapsing, and his big palm finally pinched her twice with his fierce strength that didn't hurt her, and he suppressed the surging and roaring desire and let her go.

His eyes were flushed with a hint of scarlet that could not be concealed, and he took several deep breaths before finally coming down slowly.

Raising his eyes, his gaze fell on the little woman who was so hot that she pinched her ears and jumped on her feet and screamed.

Looking at her like that, still thinking about it, the long figure had already gotten up, leaned over, fished her out, sprinkled some cold water into the pot, instantly extinguished the rising foam, and then quickly turned off the fire.

The churning dumplings immediately boiled and stewed quietly in it, and it was no longer as terrible as it had just been.