After Qiu Lang left, Keiko confessed to Qiu Minsheng: "Dad, I know what you're worried about. ”

"Did Han Yi tell you everything?" Qiu Minsheng seemed to have seen it, "Lang'er shouldn't know yet, right?" ”

"He didn't know yet, Han Yi just told me, including your condition, as well as Uncle Song and Aunt Yang." Keiko didn't want to hide it from Qiu Lang, not to mention that it was all a misunderstanding, which could be solved, and I believe that everyone would be happy in the end.

"This kid, isn't his mouth very tight, how can he say anything!" Qiu Minsheng didn't blame Han Yi's thoughts, but he didn't know how to tell Qiu Lang about the things he did that was worthy of their mother and son.

Keiko hurriedly explained: "Don't blame Han Yi, he is also forced to do so!" Qiu Lang already knew that he had met Uncle Song and Aunt Yang, and beat him. Originally, Qiu Lang was going to come back to you yesterday to ask you about this, but Han Yi was afraid that you would be embarrassed, so he told me everything, and asked me to stop Qiu Lang and give you a little time. ”

Qiu Minsheng fell into deep thought, and Keiko continued: "I believe that Qiu Lang will understand, and our family will definitely be reconciled!" Han Yi and I don't want you to blame yourself all the time, and I don't want Qiu Lang to always misunderstand and resent his mother. We all love Chu Lang, so we shouldn't hide it from him, should we? ”

"Lang'er and I have only become closer in the past two years, if he knows the wrong things I did, he will definitely not forgive me!"

This should be what Qiu Minsheng cares about and worries about the most.

"No, what he longs for most is a complete family. I will always stay here with you, no matter how angry he is with you, he will not be able to leave me and the child in my belly behind······"

It turned out that Keiko had already made a small calculation in her heart, and finally persuaded Qiu Min.

And Qiu Minsheng didn't want to feel guilty in the few days, and even leave with regret.

Han Yi arrived at Bai Xue's downstairs early in the morning and waited anxiously.

After talking so much with Bai Xue's sister, he became more determined, he would not give up so easily, and he didn't want to go on with such a cold war of inaction.

But he didn't know that Bai Xue stayed with Nuan Nuan with Li Jia last night and didn't come back, he waited for a long time and didn't see Bai Xue come down. It's almost time to go to work, and he still has an important video conference of his own.

"Mr. Han, we have to pick up Mr. Li, it's almost nine o'clock now, you have to go to the company before ten o'clock, if there is a traffic jam on the road, your video conference time may have to be postponed." Xia Bo reminded Han Yi, and Han Yi didn't expect that he actually did his homework and learned about his schedule.

Waiting to no avail, Han Yi had no choice but to leave first.

After getting on the bus, he said to Xia Bo: "You can take me to the nearby subway station, I will take the subway to the company faster, the time should be enough." You go pick up Li Jia, send her to the hospital, and then send her back after she gets the injection, I should be in the company today, and you don't have to follow me. ”

"Okay, you can call me at any time if you have anything!" Xia Bo looked in the rearview mirror

Han Yi said. He has done such a job, it is not difficult to say, it is not easy to say that it is easy, it is easy when it is easy, it is also busy when it is busy, in short, it all depends on Han Yi, but no matter what, he will serve and protect Han Yi very seriously and responsibly.

"You're older than me, so don't use honorific titles!"

Han Yi felt very awkward as he listened to him call "you" one by one. "Li Jia, they all call me boss in private, otherwise, you can call me boss like them, if you don't feel right, you can call me Lao Han or Han Yi, in short, don't try not to call me Mr. Han, every time I hear these two words, I feel very stressed."

Some people may feel the same way about this kind of psychology, Xia Bo looks at Han Yi young and promising, and it is a bit too much to call Lao Han before he is thirty, he is his own boss, and it is not good to call him by his name. Then you can only call the boss, although these two words have a gang atmosphere in the eyes, but to be honest, there is also some human touch.

"Okay, then I'll call you boss in the future!" It's a bit like recognizing a big brother who mixes well.

Fortunately, it's nine o'clock at the moment, and it's past the rush hour of the subway, otherwise it will really be crowded with the subway.

Han Yi casually chose a seat and sat down, yes, he chose a position, because the carriage was quite empty.

He glanced left and right, there were college students with backpacks talking about where to go, office workers in suits and leather shoes staring at their phones looking at stocks, and elderly grandparents chatting about life. He couldn't help but think of the scene when he squeezed the subway with Bai Xue and took the bus.

He pulls out his phone and opens his blog. That's right, it's blogging. Nowadays, young people are playing Weibo, he has an account, but he doesn't use it much, but he often writes blogs when he is in the car, and he still has seven or eight hundred fans.

The blog has also been popular for a while, and Han Yi likes to write some words, accompanied by photos taken by himself, and insert his favorite music. Except for those very good friends or old classmates, basically no one knows this. Compared with Weibo and WeChat, he may update more there, and he is also sharing his life.

He began to tap on the phone screen quickly, typing fast is probably also a skill, and emotion and comprehension flew in the words typed at his fingertips.

A lifetime is not long, many times, we all want to be a person who can stay with time, but the flying flowers and water, the leaves fall with the wind, someone will tell you: "You can't keep such a landscape!" ”

But I would tell him, "I'll try my best!" ”

Looking at the face that is no longer young in the mirror, I can't help but sigh that time is ruthless, and the years are linked, sometimes you will doubt and sigh: we are just wishful thinking, there may really be nothing in this world that can accompany you for a lifetime.

In the journey of life, we are always going through ups and downs, maybe many people will care about whether you are doing well, and who will care if you are doing well.

In the hurried years, no one can care too much about your feelings, and we, in our own life, whether complicated or simple, sad or happy, to achieve that unique self.

Shaohua is easy to get old, and the streamer is the easiest to put people

Throwing, this long road is long and long, everyone is adapting, and no one can retreat unscathed.

Flowers bloom and fall, winter goes to spring, although the road is difficult, there is always a dark fragrance to accompany you, half bright, half sad.

The past is like the wind, through the glitz of the years, freehand into a book, inadvertently, we have become the people in the story, those unforgettable love, whether it is the first time to see the shock, or to see each other late, even if it is never return, are also extracted into the quiet appearance of the years.

At that time, we promised that time could be slowed down, and the years would not disperse, and now, we have all become tearful and smiling people.

Recently, when I listened to Pu Shu's "Those Flowers", I couldn't help but tear my eyes, those flowers that once bloomed quietly in the corner of life have gone to the end of the world, and before I know it, they are all old!

Those who were once naïve and moved are all in the wind, but they hide our youthful beauty. Sometimes when I can understand a song, I am no longer young.

Time is long, how many people, when the years are old, can still say love words to the time spotlessly, how many people still have a teenager in their hearts when they return.

Maybe the soul of Xiangyue will eventually meet, meet, once made people infinitely happy, under the eaves of time, there is always a flower, blooming in the depths of the years.

With the brightness of your fingertips, gently caressing, you will fragrance each other in the past, no matter how long you are apart, you are still you, or me, you still live between my eyebrows, am I still the softness in your heart?

Sitting on the other side of time and looking at you, all the past has become gentle, only a season of dark fragrance, enchanting in my heart, I always want to ask, if we meet at another time, you and I, will you miss it again?

Some people say that those who miss it live in time, and as long as they remember it, they will meet again one day.

So, meet again, I hope that I am still young, you are not old, the years are quiet, and the original intention will not be forgotten.

In the years, every step is a practice, unconsciously, has already crossed itself, in time, everyone is a book, the previous page is peach and willow green, the latter page may be full of desolation.

No one knows who they will be separated from at the next intersection of their lives, and who they will meet.

There is always someone holding your hand and seeing the most beautiful scenery in life in the most beautiful years.

There is always an umbrella that you don't want to put away after a long time, and there is always a love, which does not rise and fall with the wind and dust, and the seasons flow and are always in the bottom of your heart.

Even after the wind and smoke of the years, I still remember your clear eyes, and there is a memory that can warm each other, but this is far from enough. I will never be satisfied with you until I can sit in a rocking chair with you and slowly shake it.

Life is one encounter and understanding after another. Across the vast sea of people, there will always be such a person who is willing to accompany you quietly.

Maybe it's thousands of miles away, maybe it's on the other side. No matter how quickly time passes, he will accompany you quietly and unhurriedly, watch you, and pay attention to you.

Far away, happy with your happiness, happy with your happiness, never easily disturbed. Perhaps, in this life, it will never be social.

However, who can say that this shade of understanding and companionship is appropriate

Isn't it a perfect fulfillment of encounters!

Life is a long journey, and there are always some fates that come gently and quietly.

Maybe it's in the early morning of a drop of dew, or maybe in the afternoon of a fallen leaf, just a light look back, read your sorrow, your joy.

Since then, I don't want to leave, so I simply stay, quietly waiting for this unexpected warmth, crying with you, and laughing with you.

I was indifferent and had no intention of being prosperous. Therefore, for some of the excitement, it is just a quiet spectator. I'm happy, I'm happy, I just like to be quiet in my heart.

I don't like publicity, but for some happiness or happiness, I also quietly read it in my heart and put it in the text.

We, all the way forward, drifting and turning. Life, bitter or sweet, sad or joyful.

No matter how much you have, you can't match peace and health. Therefore, if you are well, I will be fine.

If time is not old, if we are not separated. I am willing to accompany you to embrace the vicissitudes of life, not to mention hardships.

With a normal heart, look down on the fireworks of the passing years, and savor the quiet years. Be at peace with what happens in your life and let life take its course.

Give the heart an open-mindedness, a none, and a return to the truth. Let life be safe and tranquil, and let love be elegant and calm.

When you meet, you have a fate. Whether it is early or late, it is a predestined cause in the dark. Therefore, for fate and encounter, I never like to be deliberate or forced.

I always believe that after 8,000 miles of clouds and moons, there will always be such a person who will come for me. Please also believe that there is always someone who will come for you.

If it's still in the future, don't worry. He may be on his way to come for you, or he may be waiting for you to look back at the right time.

For those who missed the sun and moon, let it be missed. Grasp the present and cherish every moment together.

If you pass through the mountains and rivers, just to go to a literal fate, I will greet you with 12 points of piety. Thank you for coming, and thank you for cherishing this encounter.

Time flies, everything can be quietly beautiful, and we can also quietly appreciate it. Who's to say that this is not a kind of comfort in life!

Just like those who stay quietly, with their hearts and minds, with no regrets and companionship, how warm and happy. I hope that we will be quietly together, and every day will be a spring flower.

How fortunate it should be to meet you, to meet this warmth through the vicissitudes of life. Thank you, far away, and always there.

Thank you for your quiet companionship and attention. In the future, please let me accompany you through every ordinary today, and cherish each other year after year.

I have no good wine and good food, no prosperous sheng songs, only a cup of light tea, and those deep words of grass and trees. If you like, no matter the wind and frost, rain and snow ahead, let me walk quietly with you.

If you like it, please live in my seclusion. The ups and downs of life, crossing the sea, is the mulberry field, and walking through sorrow is happiness.

Don't be blinded and blinded by unintentional dust. Where the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, there are always some who know how to give warmth silently

Some deep love, waiting without regrets!

A trip to flowers, a journey to loneliness. A wisp of wind, a scent of paper and ink, I have always been in a kind of first-seen tranquility.

Perhaps, the world is like the wind, passing through many reincarnations in the blink of an eye. Looking back slowly, the swaying mountains and rivers have also been turned into a shallow landscape painting by the vicissitudes of time, flowing with a faint ink rhyme in the river of time.

A piece of paper has passed through the years, a sound of peace, the words are silent, and the freeze frame is only as first seen, and the beautiful and warm mood is beautiful. Thank you, all the time.

If I can sit opposite you with the vicissitudes of life, I am willing to quietly accompany you to laugh and talk for the past few years.

Share these words with people you don't know in real life, to inspire, to motivate, to resonate with them. Between the lines, he hides a lot of his true emotions, but he doesn't show his attitude.

He wrote down what he wanted to say to Bai Xue in another form after waiting to no avail, and told her: I, Han Yi, am not the one you can get rid of, I will insist, and I will wait.

(End of chapter)