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I just wanted to go forward, but I was suddenly shocked by a figure behind the glass wall, and the radian of the corner of my mouth immediately sank. He held xiaonianchu's hands and slowly tightened them without noticing, and his breathing was weak.

Make sure it's her this time! It's really her!

She's back! She finally came back. Five years, one month and five days after she left, she finally came back.

Junlin's eyelashes trembled slightly and stared at the man in the glass wall as if she would disappear the next second if she didn't follow her closely.

Although she used to be very thin, now she is obviously thinner than before. The meat on her cheek that he liked to touch most in the past is gone and her chin is sharp. A small curly long hair was tied behind his back with a hair band at will, a black sports suit and a pair of small white sports shoes on his feet. Flipping through magazines is very comfortable.

Different from her previous preciseness and elegance, now she is simple and generous all over her body.

"Uncle?" xiaonianchu was imprisoned by his strength. He felt a little out of breath and called him weakly, "uncle, you hold Xiaochu too hard."

Junlin returned to his mind and relaxed his strength slightly in the next second. As soon as Xiaonian was free, she happened to see song Qianqian sitting behind the glass wall. The little girl was happy at once: "brother ah, Mommy, uncle, look, that's brother ah, Mommy."

"Ah Le brother Mommy?" Junlin's heart shook violently.

It's not that I didn't imagine that there might be others around her when she came back. At that time, I lied to myself that as long as she came back, as long as she came back, it didn't matter who was around her. But now, she has children.

There is also a vacant seat opposite her. There are cups and cakes of the same series. It should not be the weight of children, so it is likely to be... The one next to her now.

King's landing felt his whole body stiff and was shocked again by a terrible idea in his mind. He wanted to pass, but he couldn't move his steps. With the driver behind him, you can feel the strong sadness spreading around his boss.

Xiao Nianchu struggled to climb down from his arms, trotted over and lay down in front of the glass wall, put his two small hands on the glass, and looked straight inside: "brother ah, Mommy, brother ah, Mommy..."

The glass wall was soundproof. After a while, song Qianqian felt something outside the glass wall. He raised his eyes slightly. For the first time, he saw the little girl. His two big eyes looked straight inside. She probably shouted to her, but she didn't hear it. He was so anxious that he dropped Golden beans.

"Little Nianchu?" Song Qianqian was stunned. When he looked back, he thought that children could not be alone in the mall. They must be accompanied by their parents. Only then did he put his eyes behind Nianchu.

Song Qianqian's pupil was slightly stunned and suddenly stood up. The magazine in her hand fell to the ground, along with the bag in front of her.

Stand in the wind. This is song Qianqian's first evaluation of Junlin when we meet again many years later.

At the beginning, he still had an open temperament, his every move was Yin Li, and his words and deeds were frightening. But now, his anger and abdominal darkness have converged a lot, but he is more pathetic, as if he had gone through thousands of sails and worn away the last edges and corners.

This side of the two people is separated by nearly five years.

Song Qianqian tried his best to keep calm. He looked away and squatted down to pick up his bag. What he thought was that she was going to run when she stood up.

The shop here is separated by a glass wall. Even if Junlin wants to catch up, she has to make a detour. It must take time to get around here. She has enough time to go.

"Shallow?"

Herry came back here and saw the mess in front of her. Looking out, he found a little girl lying on the glass. A handsome man was looking at here with a gloomy face. He was a little puzzled, but he was looking at him, for a moment, inexplicable electro-optic flint.

"Herry, go home, Alan is waiting." Song Qianqian picked up the bag, controlled not to lose his posture, took Herry's hand with one hand, directly turned and walked out, and didn't put a trace of eyes on Junlin.

King's landing did not chase. He just stood where he was, staring at the hands they held each other like death, and his face became more and more heavy.