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She turned around again, clasped her arms tightly, and told him in a clear, gentle and firm voice: "I didn't expect there to be so many coincidences. If this is really your child, then I am lucky for you and for the child Fortunately! Even if it is not your child, I will adopt this child. I was mentally prepared when I went to the hospital, and I must do my best to help this girl in my hometown."
"Rousang, you are such a good person!"
She smiled mischievously: "I'm not an ordinary good person!"
He wanted to say something, but before he could say it, she heard a voice in the children's room, and rushed over quickly. It was actually a happy baby whimpering.
Rousang watched the baby come back, Wang Ying looked at her and said, "We have never raised a child before, this little guy is nerve-wracking."
Rousang smiled: "Don't be afraid, just remember how you grew up and deal with him."
"But I have no memory of things before I was 5 years old, do you have any?"
"I have this!" She held up a copy of "The Complete Book of Parenting" to his eyes.
"Is it reliable? In the past, people used scissors to paste, but now people use scanners and computers. It is very easy to compile a book a week."
"You know this too?"
"I love reading, I just know a little about everything."
"People say that kung fu lies outside poetry, and when you read books, your experience lies outside books."
"Don't be sarcastic, it was actually told to me by a friend from the publishing house."
While talking to him, she made instant coffee and handed it to him.
He put the coffee in front of his nose and inhaled its aroma deeply, imitating the northeast accent: "Thank you!".
She also learned: "Fate!"
"This is called one year and one year"
She stopped laughing and interrupted him: "I took a closer look just now, and this kid really looks like you, especially the nose, which is your brand."
"I am a big man with a rough life, and suddenly I have such a small child"
"The child is too young, you can't handle it. But don't worry, I will take care of the child. When I was young, I helped my mother take care of my younger brother at home. I have experience."
"You have to go to work during the day. How about this, I quit my day job and take care of him."
"That's fine. But I'm afraid you have to stay with me, and you can't stay in the hotel."
"This I'm afraid it will affect you. After all, you are still single."
"Aren't you single too?" After she said this, she blushed a little, got up to do other things with an excuse, and then said: "Let's not worry so much, the child can only be at home and needs to be taken care of, no Probably put him in a hotel."
"It seems that this is the only way. Your home is so beautiful. You have arranged the house so well, aren't you afraid of being messed up by us?"
He looked around her living room. At this moment, he discovered that her house is light purple and light yellow, which is very harmonious, which made him appreciate: "The poet's residence is different, and there are poems everywhere. I heard that when you were in Yungui, Write poems all over the walls of your own room?"
"You know that much?"
"I've heard of the reading programs and chat programs you hosted. One of the chatting guests happened to be familiar with you, so I told the audience this secret."
"Oh, I forgot about this. However, I can not only write poems on walls, but also on clothes. No one told you this secret, right?"
"How many secrets do you have, just tell me."
"Actually, this is not a secret."
On a whim, she brought him a white silk scarf: "Look, I wrote poetry on this scarf once."
touch this music
Your hair is in my hands
Make a pure sound
Like autumn straw-
that sweet gold
touch this music
My fingers flow like streams
The love in May gradually recovered
this music this other you
? More gentle and pure
Forever deep in my heart
"I am very familiar with this poem. It was published in a foreign poetry magazine. I saw that magazine in a bar. It was hardcover. I forgot the title."
She smiled slightly. In fact, this poem was written after she went to the revolving bar on the top floor of the Guizhou Hotel for the last time before she left Yunnan-Guizhou last May to listen to his performance.
theThey don't know yet that this is actually the source of a happy relationship between the sexes. Unlike many men and women, the closer the two are, the farther they are. Even when the two are intimate, the negative aspects of human nature are repeatedly exposed.
After dinner, he teased the child, patted her on the shoulder and went to work.
Every time he patted her on the shoulder, she smiled at him and said goodbye, and at the same time, she couldn't help but close her eyes slightly-if he was her husband, he would hug her gently before leaving home , and kissed her forehead and eyes. She has been looking forward to it, and she hides her expectation.
He strode away twisting the expensive black musical instrument case, and she didn't close the door until he got into the elevator. There is always some loss in my heart.
Like a real housewife, she continued to clean the kitchen, bathe and change the children. In terms of housework, she and he have always cooperated tacitly, and they are equally demanding on cleanliness, sound and color, and all details.
A life under such hard work is indeed perfect, bringing a kind of sweetness and inspiration to people. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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