Can’t Stop You Stirring My Heart

Reference 1274

After seeing what was written on it, he quietly took the diary and went to bed.

Because this is really a diary written by Uncle Jiu...

Turning to the first page, when I saw the first line, my nose became sore and my eyes turned red.

The ninth day of quiet absence

It was not the first day, but the ninth day. Looking at this line of words quietly, my eyes blurred.

She couldn't imagine what the state of Uncle Jiu was in the previous eight days.

OK……

And there is a very deep pit on the first character. It should be Jiushu who used the pen tip for a long time and didn't know what to write.

The ninth day of leaving quietly

The ninth day, there is still no news from you, nothing...

I feel that I am incompetent again and again, and I can't find you.

Not as good as Panax notoginseng, it can still smell you and look for it.

Quietly, write your name, your hands hurt.

My heart hurts too, but I can’t tell anyone that I’m dying...

Because they also hurt, I can't let them hurt again because of me.

So, in order not to suffocate yourself, write it down!

I don’t know what to write, my mind is empty, besides thinking of you, I still miss you...

Miss you miss you miss you...

The tears in the quiet eyes slipped silently.

Miss you miss you miss you...

She can imagine how hard this kind of thinking is for Jiu Shu.

Turning to the second page with a trembling hand...

The tenth day of leaving quietly

Quietly, Jiu Shu's stomach hurts a bit, no, it hurts...

I want to eat the unsalted noodles you cooked.

That was the first time you cooked noodles for me, and it was the best noodles I have ever tasted.

Thinking of that bowl of noodles, I think of the way you are pitiful to please me.

I like you being coquettish to me the most, and I can't stand you being coquettish to me, because self-control is not enough.

Every time you look at me with wet eyes and scratch the palm of my hand with your little hand, I am defeated.

I'm not writing anymore, my stomach hurts so badly, how about rubbing Jiu Shu in my dream? It hurts...

Quietly bit his lip fiercely, looking at Jiu Shu's words.

The picture that emerged in her mind was Jiu Shu hunched over, sweating on his painful forehead.

So helpless and so pathetic...

Quietly didn't dare to look down any more, because it hurts too much.

Every word written by Uncle Jiu plunged into her heart like a knife.

But even if it hurts, I still turned to the next page.

Looking at it page by page, she couldn't stop her quiet tears. She bit her finger and was hysterical not to let herself cry.

Quietly away on the **** day

Quietly, at this time, Jiu Shu's hand was shaking so much, he kept shaking, and he was shaking with his pen...

Because the son is back...

The son is back, but where are you?

where are you?

Son, our son...

The moment I held him in my arms, I cried...

I cried and my son cried, and I don’t know how long I cried.

When my son's little hand accidentally hit me on the face, my heart missed a beat.

Feeling like I'm going to die, holding the baby, thinking about you crazy.

For the first time I felt that God was so cruel.

I think I am not a father. The first time I met my son, he saw me cry like this.

Chi Shuai Dawu and the other big men bought a lot of things for babies, but I don't know how to get them.

Fang Jin’s wife came, and the sister-in-law watched our son cry hungry, she cried too, everyone cried...

At that moment, I couldn't cry, probably because I cried too fiercely before, and there were no tears.