Mrs. Huo, she is very charming

Airport clinic.

After the doctor bandaged the zither, he said to Bai Yunfei: "you're a man. You can't even protect your wife."

The doctor obviously misunderstood.

However, for doctors, they are also well intentioned, so there is no need to explain.

"Yunfei, let's go." Lang's eyes are dim.

She is still young, but after a series of blows, she has little hope for her future life. At this time, her only idea is to be able to bring up her son. As soon as her age passes away, her youth is no longer there, and she is satisfied to have a son around her.

What flowers before the moon, what vows, it's all just a lie.

Don't think about it any more. As long as you don't feel like a well, you can take it easy. In this world, perhaps there is really no love, some are trivial and complicated, let people never more confused.

"It hurts." Bai Yunfei asked softly.

But Lang yuezheng doesn't want to answer, just keeps going forward without looking back. I think I can't go back, because as soon as I go back, I will see the clear and astringent myself, standing at a certain point in the past.

That's not what I want.

It's not what I want to see.

Before you know it, Lang yuezheng has grown up.

Thinking is driven by maturity, and the way of thinking is never the same. Before myself, always naive thought, love is love, no reason, do not ask the reason, a head hit the south wall, even if it is broken, also with a smile.

However, it's not really like that.

"Yunfei, can you tell me, is life always so hard, or is it for the time being?" When asked this sentence, there are already two lines of tears rolling down silently in the Lang zither without looking back.

Bai Yunfei thought about it, and then replied, "we have always been like this."

"Alas." Lang zither sighs softly and raises her hand to wipe away her tears.

Why do you cry?

In this world of mortals, only tears are the least worthy of sympathy. Tears, but just sand blowing into the eyes, instinctively out of the warm liquid.

When you are not seen by the person you love, all your lover's tears are worthless.

"Don't think about it any more. Jingran is a good man. There are only some misunderstandings between you. If the misunderstandings are eliminated, you will be very happy. In Paris, I can see that Dou Jingran has you in his heart and always has you. "

In the past, if Lang zither heard this, it would make its mouth crooked. However, when I hear these words now, I know that Dou Jingran is kind-hearted, but I still feel ironic.

"Yunfei, stop talking."

Lang yuezheng finally turned back and took over xiaodouzi.

It's time for her to fly in front of the airport and the exit. Having returned home, the mission of Bai Yunfei has been successfully completed.

"Yunfei, don't worry. I will tell you more about your advantages and strengths in front of my sister-in-law. In the future, I'll try my best to let my sister-in-law arrange a man for you. I can see that you are a good actor. You will certainly soar in the future. When you become famous, please don't forget that there is a friend like me. "

When Bai Yunfei finished listening to the Chinese zither, he laughed. He is a smiling boy with a sunny side. He likes to wear white T-shirt and white shoes. He is a cool boy.

For a boy like him, many girls will like him in the future.

"Zither, you say, even if I won the Oscar, I will not forget that you are my friend or our bole. Besides, I haven't got anything now. "

Lang yuezheng also laughed and walked out of the airport.

Stop a taxi and go straight to my aunt's house. At this point, it's no longer necessary to hide it from my aunt. In Paris, Dou Jingran's face is like turning a book. He just left and deeply hurt Lang yuezheng.

She felt that this was the cruelest scene in the world.

Forget it.

I'm really tired both physically and mentally. I'm really tired. Can not rest, then give up may also be a wise choice, but also his freedom, let him fly.

Taxi drivers are generally talkative people.

See Lang Zheng look bad, still holding a child in his arms, so he tentatively asked: "quarrel with a man?"

"Yes, we had a fight." The answer of Lang Zheng.

"Well, for a couple like you, a quarrel belongs to emotional running in. There is no husband and wife in the world who does not quarrel."

"However, as a man, if you quarrel, you must be coaxed."

The driver just said that, as if he didn't like it, so he had to use his personal experience to teach Lang yuezheng: "we are the same. We used to quarrel all the time, and I would coax her, but no matter how much we coax her, she just ignored me.""Once upon a time, after we had a fight, I bought her a cold drink, so she laughed."

"I'll know how to coax her from there."

Listening to the driver's elder brother, Lang yuezheng really envies their life. Calm and poetic, ordinary but not plain.

However, it is not the life experience of others that is necessarily suitable for you. When I was a child, I learned how to cross a river with a pony. The water is shallow. What others say is not necessarily right. Only if I have tried, I will know.

"So it's better for young people like you to reconcile earlier. Only in this way can life be harmonious." The driver is also very kind.

However, Lang Zheng just laughed and didn't answer.

This is a person who has nothing to do with him. He can't understand what he says too much. It is not so much that he is enlightening himself as that he wants to talk about his own affairs.

"Here we are." When the driver said all the way, he didn't care whether he liked to listen to it or not. As long as it didn't interrupt him, he kept saying that. However, the driver's strong point is that he can speak and stop at any time.

Lang yuezheng gave the fare, got out of the car, held xiaodouzi, and rang the doorbell.

My aunt Ruan Qing came out and opened the door for Lang Zheng. When he saw that there was no dou Jingran around him, he didn't ask anything, so he let him in directly.

"Aunt, I..."

Ruan Qing said to Lang yuezheng, "don't talk about it. No matter how much you suffer outside, this is your home."

With my aunt's words, Lang yuezheng is very warm in her heart. This is my home, and it has always been. My aunt has said this to me since I was a child. I don't know how many times.

My aunt is like her mother, even more considerate than her mother.