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Chapter 16

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    Chapter 16

    Lang Lang chewed the meat with relish, Xia Wu looked down contentedly, then turned to look at Yan Ji who was holding a dog a few steps away, and then he hesitated in his heart, wondering if he would mind if Lang Lang ate the things he touched?

    Xia Wu hesitated, and was about to tell him that he didn't have any infectious diseases, but Yan Ji's eyes were elsewhere. He was looking at the inside of the crowded noodle shop, and three or five people were rushing in.

    Xia Wu suddenly realized that she was also a loyal fan of the old noodle soup. Knowing what Yan Ji was thinking, she blurted out to help him answer, "It's not yet 100 bowls, go and pay."

    Yan Ji nodded and walked in quickly.

    When Uncle Yan Ji lined up to pay with an empty stomach, Xiaopangqiu was already sitting on the teacher's lap, and was being fed by the teacher with chopsticks and chopsticks with a face full of oil stars.

    Xia Wu smiled and wiped his mouth gently with a paper towel, then put a vegetable into the little fat man's mouth, the little fat man was not happy, "Teacher, I want to eat meat!"

    "No, you should eat more vegetables. Have you ever heard the saying that green vegetables and radishes are nutritious?"

    In Xia Wu's education room, she still picked up the only piece of beef in the bowl and put it into Lang Lang's wriggling mouth, asking softly, "Why didn't you go home for dinner with uncle?"

    "There was a traffic jam on the road. Uncle and I were very hungry." As Lang Lang spoke, Xia Wu stuffed another mouthful of noodles. Xia Wu let Xia Wu wipe off the greasy around his mouth, and kissed him on the forehead by the way.

    What Yan Ji saw when he walked out of the store was such a warm scene. His beloved nephew was sitting in the arms of a young girl like a baby. She lowered her head to help him wipe his mouth gently, and kissed him with a smile. Their  Under the illumination of the street lamps, the hair glowed with a golden halo, harmonious as a Western oil painting in memory.

    The theme of that oil painting is: Madonna and Holy Child.

    He just stood there for a few seconds, looking at the satisfied sweet smile on Lang Lang's face, bitterness welled up little by little.

    He thought of his dearest sister, she was lying on the bed so quietly, the child she guarded with her life had grown up slowly, learned to be mischievous and also learned to love, but after several rounds of spring and autumn, she still stubbornly refused  When she woke up, she refused to hug her baby, and used her closed eyes to wipe away every inch of hope in her loved one's heart.

    How nice would it be if it was my sister instead of Xia Wu who was holding Lang Lang?  !

    At this time, if Xia Wu turns her head to look at the door of the store, she will see Yan Jizheng under the light showing a sad expression, his mind seems to have drifted away, to a very sad place.

    But Xia Wu focused on the cute little boy on her lap, and she missed it. When Yan Ji came over to put down the dog, she looked up at him with a smile and asked, "What bowl?"

    The corners of Yan Ji's mouth curled up, looking a little smug, "84."

    After eating half a bowl of noodles, Lang Lang jumped off Xia Wu's lap, picked up Nick on the chair and asked Yan Ji, "Uncle, can I feed Nico noodles? This noodles are delicious."

    Yan Ji looked at his nephew softly, "It's not you, it doesn't want you to feed it, just sit down and eat yours first."

    Lang Lang smiled obediently and sat down between Xia Wu and Yan Ji, like a bridge between two banks, building an intersection for parallel lines.

    Lang Lang wanted to drink soup, Xia Wu scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it into his mouth. She was afraid that Yan Ji would mind Lang Lang eating the leftover soup, but when she didn't know how to explain, Yan Ji leisurely pointed at the man who hurried out of the store.  One said, "The 101st person."

    Xia Wu felt that the man's distraught expression was very similar to her last time, so she laughed, "I was number 103 last time."

    "I'm 105." Yan Ji answered.

    The two of them looked at each other, knowing the frustration of not being able to grab a face, they both looked at each other and smiled.

    Xia Wu's eyes drifted to Yan Ji, who was gentle and could smile, thinking that his smile was really pretty now, and I really hoped to see it for a while, and his smile could last a little longer.

    Wanting to look but not daring to look, he turned his gaze back awkwardly.

    The noodle soup was served, three bowls of noodles, Xia Wu looked at another bowl of hot beef noodles in surprise, looked at Yan Ji hesitantly, with questioning eyes, Yan Ji broke the chopsticks for Lang Lang, just said, "Eat  Well, it will be cold soon."

    "Thank you." Xia Wu stuttered as she thanked her.

    Yan Ji ate the noodles gracefully. Lang Lang ate the noodles by himself for a while and felt a little full. He picked up Nico and fed them one by one.  A few drops of oil were dripped on, but Lang Lang didn't mind, and continued to feed the food unremittingly.

    Yan Ji didn't teach his nephew a lesson, he waved to the waiter and took out a piece of money, "I'm sorry, can I ask you to buy a bowl???The man who is Yan Ji is the spring breeze that entered the country illegally, blowing through her peaceful heart lake, so her heart is never at peace again.

    When she was in a daze, Lang Lang turned back and hugged Nico, hurriedly took her hand and said, "Teacher, come quickly, there are grandparents dancing in the park over there."

    "Lang Lang, slow down, you can't exercise vigorously after eating." Xia Wu was dragged by Lang Lang to run to a small park not far away, Yan Ji followed behind slowly with his pocket in his pocket.

    Xia Wu jogged in the evening wind, and the wind kissed her face. She felt that she was the feather fluttering in the wind in Forrest Gump, her heart fluttered, and she did not want to fall back to the ground for a long time.

    The small city park in the evening has become a good place for nearby residents to go after dinner. At this time, many people have gathered around the park, and there are many activities. In two or three open spaces, several groups of people are dancing to the music.  Looking closely, the group of elderly men and women on the left are dancing ballroom dancing to the soothing music, the dance steps are skillfully spinning, and there are relaxed smiles on their faces.

    Fascinated by watching, Lang Lang jumped up excitedly and clapped his hands, "Teacher, let's dance too."

    While talking, he took Xia Wu's hand and rushed into the dancing crowd. How could a chubby man know how to dance? It was nothing more than holding Xia Wu with both hands to form a circle and making trouble among grandparents. The old people were also very nervous.  Friendly, still focused on his own dance steps, but Lang Lang is so cute, he looked over with a slight smile.

    Xia Wu wandered around among the old people, her face was red, and the little fat man's round face was also red like an apple, he was having so much fun that he refused to come out at all, Xia Wu had no choice but to call a timeout, pointing to a laughing onlooker  The little girl said to Lang Lang, "The teacher is a big girl, Lang Lang should dance with the little girl, go, invite her like a gentleman."

    "But teacher, what if she rejects me?"

    "A gentleman is not afraid of rejection, there is always a good girl who will agree to you." Xia Wu smiled and patted the little gentleman on the head, encouraging him softly.

    "Will O'Neill agree to me, teacher? I want to invite her to eat ice cream together." The little fat man has already started to think about another beautiful thing.

    "Well, if you insist." Xia Wu gave him such an answer, and after thinking about it, she added, "It's not so easy to get good things."

    Lang Lang nodded half understanding, let go of her hand and invited the little girl to be her dance partner.

    The little gentleman was successful, and the cute little girl, with the consent of her parents, walked hand in hand with Lang Lang to the old grandpa and grandma, and continued to make troubles in a circle.  Performance.

    Yan Ji was also watching, sitting on the flower bed seven or eight steps away from the child, hugging the dog, with a light but doting smile on his handsome face.

    Many years later, Xia Wu recalled everything, and finally realized that it was such a faint smile that conquered her in the first time.

    That kind of laughter is simply poison. If time allows her to choose again, even if she knows that there is no antidote, she will still choose to swallow it, let it corrode her intact heart, and then smile while hurting.

    Xia Wu hesitated and stood next to Yan Ji. Yan Ji smiled and looked over, patted the empty seat beside him, "Sit down."

    Xia Wu sat over, and the two men and women who looked right sat side by side, which became the scenery in the eyes of outsiders, but what they saw was the little fat man who kept spinning, he sometimes spun around, and sometimes taught the little dance partner to twist.  Waist swaying, the smile never leaving his face, Lang Lang at this moment is a comedy star in everyone's eyes.

    Such a lovely and poor child, God deprived him of happiness, but also gave him a good uncle, Xia Wu's smile was sentimental.

    She lowered her head, her voice was soft, as light as the wind, "You taught the children very well."

    Yan Ji next to him didn't speak, his slender hands slid across Nico's back, and Nick on his lap was obedient and obedient, enjoying his touch.

    Xia Wu realized that such admiration was a bit abrupt, perhaps it was harsh and impolite to Yan Ji's ears, she bit her lip, hesitated before deciding to confess, "I'm sorry, Liao He told me everything."

    Xia Wu lowered her head in annoyance, her hair fluttering in the wind, concealing the flying clouds on her cheeks.

    "You don't need to be sorry." Yan Ji's slightly deep voice sounded next to his ear, "He told me that you are his favorite teacher."

    "You treated him very well, I should thank you."

    "It should be, but there is not much I can do." Xia Wu looked at Lang Lang who was laughing, and couldn't help but sigh.

    She hesitated for a while, looking at Yan Ji who was focusing on the front with her dark pupils, and summoned up the courage to ask, "Does he know?"

    Yan Ji turned his head and glanced at her, with a deep sea in his eyes.

    Looking back at his nephew, the faint smile on his mouth had disappeared in the night breeze, and amidst the cheerful music, a sense of melancholy pervaded the air.

    "He will know one day, I just hope that day will come later." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)bsp; Looking back at his nephew, the faint smile at the corner of his mouth had disappeared in the night breeze, and amidst the cheerful music, a sense of melancholy pervaded the air.

    "He will know one day, I just hope that day will come later." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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