Traveling through Xueba is full of blessings

Chapter 726 We Shouldn't Be Like This (One More)
what happened to us
Anger only blames oneself;
Whenever someone blames someone for being harsh, we don't know how to blame ourselves;
Can no longer be like meeting opponents in chess, even if you love, hate, and be sour;

We shouldn't let go of love like this, imaginary competitors;
Sorry, I wasted qualifications that could be happier.

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When Xia Tian stood on the boarding bridge, her body was stiff for a moment.

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When Ye Boxuan saw Xia Tian turn around and leave, he also quickly turned around and started to run.

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Xia Tian instinctively resisted and looked out of the window. She stared at the chair in front of her, trying to let her mind go blank. She didn't know who was in the group, and suddenly said with a sense of loss:

"Look outside again, and look at the motherland again."

At the window, there was a girl with bright eyes and teeth. Her pair of fingers were helplessly pressed against the window, and she was looking at the blue sky through the window.

At the moment of take-off, she changed her calm and self-confidence when she was interviewed, and suddenly covered her face and cried, and her face was instantly covered with tears.

She cried as if something important had been lost, and that thing had touched her heart.

The companions shook their heads, this is a woman, this is like a 23-year-old girl, she shouldn't be stronger than these men when she stood in front of the camera just now.

Xia Tian covered her heart, she swallowed the cries choked in her throat, and murmured:

"I thought it would be easy to leave, but why is my heart heavier."

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Ye Boxuan watched helplessly. He watched the plane bound for the United States slide quickly to the runway.

It rushed to the blue sky with a whistling, off-string arrow, like a gull passing over the sea.

His heart was empty, and he let the cold wind blow into that part of his heart without touching it with his hands.

He put his hands on his waist and looked up. His posture is usually reasonable.

Following this action, he would often sneer, doubt, and angrily ask Xia Tian:
"What do you mean?"

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Ye Boxuan, who was sitting in the car, opened the already damp letter.

Suddenly his chest heaved violently.

At this moment, he was crying and laughing in this space where no one could find him embarrassed.

The man burst into tears on the beautiful handwriting of "opening teeth and dancing claws".

"If you want to die, wait two years!

Stay home with kids!If you don't understand, go get the parenting manual from my parents! "

Ye Boxuan suppressed the twitching of his chest, but his snot flowed out along with the tears. He held the letter paper tightly, and said to himself with a smile in his tears:
"The first sentence is so domineering... I have to add another sentence, it's long-winded!"

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The nearby scenery turned into a phantom, but Ye Boxuan's heart was not only barren, the jeep was speeding like a light and shadow, driving rapidly on the road from the airport to the military area.

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Xia Aiguo looked at Ye Boxuan in front of him, he clenched his fists, and persuaded himself to be emotionally stable, not to be angry because of his daughter's departure and his own reluctance.

But for his son-in-law's fault, if Ye Boxuan didn't have an explanation for those muddle-headed accounts, he didn't want to forgive him.

Ye Boxuan was the same as before, those who lived in the same big courtyard with Xia Aiguo and Su Meili in the past, had the same expression, no joy or anger, but a gentle expression.

"Father." It's different.He didn't pretend to be confused, and didn't ask Xia Aiguo when he arrived.

Xia Aiguo looked coldly at the tall and handsome uncle in front of him: "Hmph!"

Ye Boxuan still looked calm, he strode forward and stood in the yard, ignoring the sharp eyes of the old man behind him, he didn't look at Su Meili who was wiping her eyes with her apron.

He finally found his son and daughter in the small study. At this time, Xia Qiu, who was at home on leave, was coaxing the children at a loss.

"Dad!" With a wow, Xiao Wan'er couldn't hold back the crying she had been holding back. She held back before because she was very busy, and crying too much would affect her efficiency.

But the moment he saw Ye Boxuan, Xiao Wan'er collapsed.

Ye Boxuan picked up his daughter and squatted beside Nao Nao who was sitting on the ground. He listened to his daughter's intermittent narration:
"It's so difficult! I can't finish writing in a day, Dad, please help, help Wan'er."

Xia Qiu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.Is Nao Nao three years old?Who is this child who is stubborn and unwilling to listen to persuasion? !

Xia Qiu glanced at Ye Boxuan, but Ye Boxuan's eyes were full of trouble.

"Hey!" Xia Qiu shook his head and walked out of the small study.

Pencil cases, various notebooks, summer pens, pencils, paintbrushes, ink spilled on the notebooks and on the ground are scattered in the middle of the house, and the noisy little hands are also stained, but his eyes are dangling. Tears, he couldn't see clearly for a long time, but he didn't look up, his arms were a little sore.

Ye Boxuan looked at the handwriting written by his son, which looked like ghostly talismans. He patted Xiao Wan'er's back lightly, and put her on the ground. He kept rubbing those summer-like eyes.

Ye Boxuan leaned forward and approached Nao Nao, his body was slightly stiff in front of Nao Nao.

When Nao Nao felt Ye Boxuan's cheek pressed against his little face, he grinned instantly, his small body trembling, and looked up helplessly at the ceiling, with big bulges in his eyes. Tears flow down.

He yelled, "Mom!"

Xia Aiguo outside the door couldn't take it anymore, turned and left.And Su Meili cried aloud, she also missed her daughter.

Ye Boxuan laughed. In fact, when Nao Nao was young, he often kissed his son. Later, I don’t know when it started...

He felt that a boy shouldn't be doted on, he was taught by his mother and Xia Tian, ​​and when a woman chirped and wiped this and that with a handkerchief every day, he started to treat him "badly", and became strict.

After being face to face with the child for the first time, it will not be difficult the second time.

Ye Boxuan was sitting on the ground with one hand in each hand, listening to the children's words of missing their mother.

He grabbed Ye Boxuan's palm in a panic, and asked seriously: "Mom said to finish writing these words, one stroke a day, nine times, dad, I will keep writing and writing, and finish writing today! Mom Are you coming back?"

Xiao Wan'er cried out again, her little face wrinkled:

"Father, Wan'er can't do it! It will take two days, no, it will take several days! You let mother come back!"

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Holding and accompanying, Ye Boxuan kept smiling in front of the children and the Xia family.

He comforted the children, his tone seemed to be summer and mixed with his own style:

"Mom is on a business trip to a very big city. There are many good things there. She will buy them for you. But it's far away! Then you have to wait a few days. She won't be able to carry it, so we will pick her up. As for the words, it takes a stroke..."

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Ye Boxuan was lying on the water blue double quilt.

On the big bed between him and Xia Tian, ​​small bowls and Nao Nao who fell asleep at an angle were lying all over the place.

Ye Boxuan's mind was empty, and he just wanted to recall two sentences:
Noisily said: "Dad, you can't do it, you always forget to rub incense for me."

Xiao Wan'er was stunned and shook her head vigorously: "Father, Wan'er can't just eat noodles."

Even the kids are kidding when they think they are both dad and mom!

Ye Boxuan suddenly looked out the window: Xia Tian, ​​do you feel the same way...

　After deleting, deleting, modifying, and finally writing something that satisfies me.After a bit of delay, everyone, I finally posted it.

　　This chapter begins with a short passage of "We Shouldn't Be Like This" by Zhang Hexuan.

　　I don't know if this way of writing is good for you.Because it's been a night, I'm afraid everyone won't be able to enter it, so I may improve my writing skills by writing more.

　　To report the results, there were 27 tippers yesterday, more than 50 monthly tickets, and No. 13 on the red book sales list.It fell out of the top ten, but yesterday a fellow author told me that a certain book friend recommended my book in a book friend group of a certain great god, and last night I saw someone go to the comment area to ask if it would be abused or if it was good ?There are several responses that should not be missed.

　　How do you feel?Just like in middle school, when I failed the exam, I was a little bit disappointed, but suddenly my best friend told me that "male gods" liked me, not just one or two...

　　
　
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