Chief, Love for you is wrong

Several clay figurines were turned over one after another, and the two children answered one by one in turn.

In the end, this question and answer seemed to become a game. Qin Jing pointed out the clay figurines of the three hard leather brochures sent by the store. Throughout the whole process, the two children were not impatient and answered one by one.

When he couldn't think of an adjective, Qin Jian didn't urge them to answer. He just put his chin on his hand on the soft couch, patiently waited for the two children to come up with an adjective, and then pointed to the next one to ask.

Finally, Qin Jing spread the three hardcover albums in front of the two children, pointed to the clay figurines or scenery of the three albums, looked up and asked the two children, "Xiao Qi, swallow, all the nouns you just answered are combined. Do you know what it is called?"

Without waiting for the two children to answer, Qin Jing said it himself. His voice was very light, his voice was very low, dreamy and soft, "the future. Xiaoqi, swallow, these add up to form a word called 'the future'."

Wen Rongyan was so stunned that his mouth was still slightly open. Wen Rongqi quickly took back his emotions after being surprised. He stared at the clay figurine or clay scenery on the album for a long time, then looked down at Qin Jing. There was water vapor in his eyes, dizzy, and soon went down his eyes to his cheeks.

Qin Jing smiled and wiped away his tears for Wen Rongqi, gently rubbed his head, endured his sour heart and bent his lips, "Xiao Qi, these are your future. You can pinch out what kind of future you want with your own hands. Anyone's future is crooked at the beginning, but as long as you stick to your future and don't give up for the beginning, one day you can pinch out the future in your heart with your own hands. That future has everything you want."

Xiao Qi was too mature. When Wen Rongyan didn't understand the meaning of Qin Jing's words, Xiao Qi's eyes were full of water vapor. Qin Jing stood up and hugged Xiao Qi, gently patting Xiao Qi's back like he hugged Xiao Mo Bai when he was a child.

"Xiao Qi, the third aunt knows that you are very smart and sensible. People's whole life is like kneading clay figurines. At the beginning, we always knead clay figurines like nothing and have no good shape. But when a vivid clay figurine is born, it must go through ragged clay figurines again and again. The past of you and the swallow is like those ragged clay figurines. If we stick to it, we will be like Like the clay figurines in the atlas. If you give up now, you will always be a ragged clay figurine. "

Wen Rong Qi's heart room was tight and thick, but he was an eight year old child. Qin Jing held him and said a lot. Gradually, his cold face began to move, and finally tears began to flow down.

Seeing Wen Rongqi shed tears, Wen Rongyan sat beside him, scratched his head, pursed his thin lips, moved to Wen Rongqi and gently held his hand.

The swallow's small head rested on Xiao Qi's shoulder and leaned gently. The young child's voice murmured soft words.

"Xiao Qi, don't cry. Yanyan is always with you."

Qin Jing and two children played on the soft couch for a while and sat next to the old lady. The scene just now may be too emotional, and the old lady's eyes were red.

"Jing Jing, did you quarrel with Li Li?" the old lady asked with a long sigh in Qin Jing's sign language.

Hearing the speech, Qin Jing's heart was sour. He clearly said that what the old man didn't worry about was still not true enough.

On second thought, even if a person's heart is strong, it is made of meat. There will be emotions and pain.

She Qin Jing is just a layman, and her heart is not strong. How can she really perform a play seamlessly?