Qi Xiaoyu, "What do you regret?" ”

The deep sadness in Xia Feng's eyes that couldn't be dissolved, "I regret that I once let go of a person so easily, I thought letting go was the best choice, but fate is not for us." ”

Qi Xiao said to himself, "It's useless to regret if you didn't start at the beginning." ”

"If I can do it all over again, I must be like you, be braver, like it is like, I will do my best, right?"

"Uh-huh·····"

"But I chose to give up."

As soon as he turned his head, Xia Feng seemed to see the little girl with thick black pigtails, who was cleaning up the table and laying out the dishes and chopsticks, looking at him with a warm expression, and in an instant, he came back to his senses, and his heart was like a knife.

Qi Xiaoyu looked at Xia Feng with a sad expression and asked, "Do you know the scenery photos here, which one do I like the most?" ”。

He smiled wryly, "If I knew, wouldn't I be a roundworm in your stomach." ”

She raised her hand and said to the most ordinary of photographs, "This is the view of the sun rising in the east." ”

"You don't want to reason with me, do you?"

Qi Xiaoyu had a black line on his face, "Then I won't talk about it." ”

"I'm not a roundworm in your stomach, even if it's a cliché, how do you know if you don't tell me."

She pursed her lips helplessly, and said, "The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, it is a very sparse and ordinary thing every day, the wind and rain will stir up your life forever, but we have to believe that the sun will rise as usual one day, life will carry joys and sorrows, sickness and suffering, relatives and death, after we struggle, the bearing of life may not be reduced, but we can choose to move in the direction of the rising sun, continue to walk, grief it is difficult to reduce, but we can choose to meet in a better way and attitude."

Xia Feng's eyes involuntarily flashed with a glimmer, and his mouth was still unforgiving, "What's the use of talking so much, reality is a hundred times more exciting than fiction."

Qi Xiaoyu pouted, "MMP, you old man who can't eat firewood and rice."

Xia Feng opened his mouth wide, "Qi Xiaoyu, you say it again!" Lao Tzu is so jade, where is Lingfeng old".

"Old men, they all say that Lao Tzu is not old."

While Xia Feng was speaking, he silently picked up a dirty rag on the side of the table, "See if I don't plug your mouth."

The two ran out of the store and fought in the bustling streets, and the sky and the ground seemed dim and dark.

Qi Xiaoyu's stomach screamed, she stopped, Xia Feng, who was still chasing behind, didn't pay attention, and the two bumped into each other.

Xia Feng suddenly heard a thumping in his chest, and he lowered his head shyly like a teenager many years ago.

The girl in his arms looked at him with disgust, and her eyebrows were about to be twisted together. Xia Feng, "Do you want to say ····· again?"

"You old man".

Xia Feng hurriedly took a few steps back and smiled awkwardly, "Yes, how can the old cow eat tender grass."

"Shameless". Qi Xiaoyu looked up to the sky on the street and laughed, "Hahahahahaha".

As soon as I laughed, my stomach became even hungrier, and Xiaoyu said, "I'm so hungry, I'm going home for dinner."

Xia Feng grabbed Qi Xiaoyu, "I invite you."

"My brother will blame me, you let go".

Xia Feng let go of her hand, "Don't you like the photo of the sun rising in my store the most?" ”。

"Is it possible that you want to give it to me."

"It's not getting late yet, there's still time, I'll take you to the place in the photo to see how Xiluo is."

Qi Xiaoyu cheered long live in her heart, she has always been interested in photography, and now she can just go to see the scenery and take pictures by the way, what's wrong.

"Aren't you hungry, there happens to be a snack street there, the street is not big, but the snacks there are also all sorted."

Qi Xiaoyu smiled, these days, every day to make up classes, my head is dizzy, "good, good".

Xia Feng rode the little sheep, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.

Start a family.

The wind blew open the window, Qi Wenyan removed the lid of the pot, washed his hands, and looked at the window, the green grass, he looked far away, and looked into the distance from the small window.

The wind gusted.

Nuoda's Qijia, he muttered to himself alone, "The wind is so strong, I don't know when she will come back, will she catch a cold."

There was a ridiculously hot pot on the table, steaming.

The boy was holding a silver-white cell phone.