Chapter 57: Cross stitch

Su Ning happily changed the dragon with the God of Mo Yan, and then both of them tangled.
Su Ning was struggling with Yin Long and her aura. The Great God of Mo Yan stood in front of the mighty Yin Long, and the momentum of the world with the sword was sloppy and obedient. But an exquisite petite Lingshu controls such a huge silver dragon ...
Li Ning felt that he was the foil for this dragon!
However, compared with Ning Xin, the great God of Mo Yan felt that he was more sad. Shenlong Redwing, well he is still a young dragon. The baby character in front of the baby dragon is destined to be a care-loving master. Now it rides in childhood. It is abused naked. Besides, it is wrapped around his arm and spit out a bubble called "Dad"?
好友 [Friend] Ning Xin: Right, Liu Shui said that you will have your birthday next week.
好友 [Friend] Mo Yan: Well, you were talking about this just now.
好友 [Friend] Ning Xin: Uh, I just talked a little bit.
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Girl, you are too unconvincing. However, the great God of Mo Yan did not pierce at all. Since the flowing water did not let himself enter the team, he deliberately threw Ningxin out of his sight, and the content of the conversation was estimated to be inseparable from himself. However, if you want to inquire about the news and ask for trouble, the God of Mo Yan thinks that it is better to pick the brand that is flowing, and it is not necessary to be troubled.
好友 [Friend] Mo Yan: I will have my birthday next Friday.
The great of Mo Mo paused for a while, and when he talked about this point, he simply picked it out.
好友 [Friend] Mo Yan: There will be a birthday party at home. My home is not far from T. Can I invite you to join?
This this this!
Su Ning stared at the screen for a while and couldn't type a word. This was not mentioned by Liu Shui verbally, but was invited by the God of Mo Yan himself. Opportunities no longer come and go! It's deceptive to say no, but why is the calligraphy contest the same day as the Great God of Mo Yan?
好友 [Friend] Ning Xin: Sorry, I can't go. I have a calligraphy competition next Friday and I will be back on Saturday.
好友 [Friend] Mo Yan: This way, the game is important. I will invite you next time.
[Friend] Ning Xin: Eun.
好友 [Friend] Mo Yan: It's too late, hurry off the line to sleep.
好友 [Friend] Ning Xin: Well, you too, you must rest early if you are not well.
好友 [Friend] Mo Yan: OK, I'll watch you offline first.
好友 [Friend] Ning Xin: Then I'm leaving, good night.
I watched the light of Ning Xinhua disappearing in front of me, and Ke Yimo leaned on the chair and stared at the screen, his eyes darkened.
Unexpected birth, birthday without blessing. To others, a person's birthday may be a commemoration, meaning happiness and growth. But his Ke Yimo's birthday is a taboo. Birth and death coexist, and it is not expected. Ke Yimo's birthday is also his mother's death.
Because of his birth, his father lost the love of his life. Even if he is the bloodline left by his mother and faced with a son with a face similar to that of his dead wife, his father has nothing but heartache except rejection and escape. These sad days are a knot in the Ke family. Therefore, Ko Yimo never had the slightest expectation of his birthday, and the rest was only blame and sorrow.
Ke Kemo went to the balcony and opened the curtains. He looked at the starry night sky outside the window, and made a smile silently, the smile was desolate and lonely.
She Ke Yiyan once pulled a young child and pointed at the stars in the sky, saying that everyone in the world corresponds to a star in the sky. From birth to death, has its specific fate and meaning. Even the dim starlight can illuminate a person's soul. But his birth was accompanied by the death of his biological mother. This is his original sin, a sinless sin that comes from the blood and penetrates the whole body. Existence like him will really, as Ke Yiyan said, have a corresponding star that can illuminate his heart?
Yi Ke sighed and pulled the curtain slowly. In fact, for him, the future and the past are unbearable pains. Since he couldn't make a promise, should he reach out his arms and embrace?
Wan Wan was silent, and there was no speech around him.
Ye Ke stared out of the window, pondered for a long time, and couldn't sleep all night.
Ning Xin, who had taken off the line, lay on the bed, staring blankly at the bedboard, eyes glaring for a long time, after all, decided to sit up and turn the rogue rabbit alarm clock into his arms.
I ’m not shopping. I ’m shopping alone, lost, and so on ... I wo n’t consider these issues for the time being. The boat is naturally straight to the bridge!
I wo n’t be able to go to Moya ’s house for his birthday next Friday, but gifts can always be bought, right?
But, aside from getting lost, what kind of gift should I buy? This question is really worth thinking about.
Suddenly, Ning Xin girl held her little alarm clock and sat down until midnight.
Under the fierce call of the alarm clock, Ning Xin got up sleepily, ready to turn over and continue to sleep. Suddenly there was a flash of light in my head, and the baby couldn't sleep. Today, I want to buy a gift for God.
I first went to a few shops outside the school and took a lap. The shop staff warmly recommended it.
Watch, it ’s a couple, take it out, -ˍ-! Can you send me?
Keychain, the shape is two big red hearts penetrated by arrows, -ˍ-


Tie, the clerk's sister warmly guided Ning Xin, how to tie a beautiful tie for his beloved man, o (╯ □ ╰) o misunderstanding can be great!
Lighter, Ning Xin touched the metal shell and shook his head: "He should not smoke." The clerk's sister immediately excited, "The man who does not smoke or drink now is a very good man, little sister, you are very lucky."
After walking around a few shops, Ning burst into tears. She should n’t say it ’s a boy ’s birthday gift, but when she said it ’s a girl ’s gift, the clerks and sisters hugged a big bear that was taller than her and pointed at the bear. It was clear in his eyes that he was "carrying it on his back."
Uh ...
Choosing a gift is a hard job, and helping a boy choose a gift is even harder. From strolling in the morning to the afternoon, Ning Xin is not able to choose the gift he wants.
Looking at the watch shows that it is already half past three in the afternoon. Between looking for the adult on the mother and being abused by the training, and the headless flies roaming unsatisfied with the content, Ning Xin held the mobile phone for a long time and finally was helpless Gave up resisted.
"Mom, if you want to give a boy a birthday gift, what do you think is more suitable?"
The aunt heard the baby daughter asking this question and smiled with a smile. My father took a newspaper with me, grabbed my ears near the sofa and tried to eavesdrop.
"Baby, did you give it to the boy last time? Tell your mother, are you going to develop with him? The mother wants to review."
I knew it was unwise to call my mother, but no one seemed to help me except my mother ...
"Mom, shall we not talk about this first? Would you tell me what to send first?"
"Send something ..." The adult mother prolonged, "I don't know, I have no experience. Generally, people buy things for me."
果 Surely this phone call should not be closed?
"Ning Xiuwen, do you help your daughter get an idea?" The mother and the mother thought for a long time without eyebrows, and pounded their father with their arms. When my father heard that it was the baby daughter who helped the boy choose something, he was a little excited, but he couldn't resist under the love of his wife. He could only foolishly say, "Your mother and mother have their own ideas. I want to read the newspaper."
看 "Reading the newspaper?" Leng sang on the mother. "The newspapers are all the other way around. Is anyone reading the characters backwards?"
Oops……
"Ahem ... baby." Father Shang quickly took the cell phone and said, "Giving gifts is mainly in the heart. No matter how expensive you buy, it is not as important as your own heart."
"Dad means, do you want me to make one myself?"
"That's not necessary." Lord Father retorted, if he hadn't received a gift made by his own baby, how could he be a cheap kid?
"Oh! This is a good idea." Instead of waiting for the father to resist, the mother grabbed the cell phone and said, "Baby, isn't it popular to do cross-stitch recently? You can embroider one yourself as a gift."
"哧 ..." the father smiled indifferently: "Just by our baby, do you still expect her to embroider?"
"Let me go." The mother shoved off the head that the father had just brought up, "Baby, no matter what the craft is, the important thing is the mind. As long as you embroider, that boy will definitely like it."
"Cross-stitch?" Ning thought for a while, "Well, I decided, so use this as a gift."
Decided what to send, Ning Xin rushed to the gift shop again with a goal. There are many cross-stitch shops near the school. One by one, the dazzling array of styles has blinded Ningxin's eyes.
Keychains, card bags, planes, photo frames, clocks ... the tricks are strange.
Su Ning picked and chose again, and finally picked up a Q version of Xiao Fuxing's pillow. Press the Fuxing under the head of the great of ink, and hope that the great of ink will accompany him in the future. Is this a good moral?
Sui Ningxin felt more and more feasible, and immediately bought the pillow.
However, this baby has patronized and wanted to imply meaning, she completely ignored the complexity of the pillow pattern. So, when she happily carried the cross-stitch back to the dormitory and worked hard, the girl finally realized something.
完成 Completing such a huge amount of work in a week, as a newcomer, she really feels too stressed ...
I ran to Chen Yao's dormitory to ask how to show the cross-stitch, but was questioned about going out with Mo Yan God yesterday. Under the repeated bombardment of Chen Yao and Xie Yu, the physically and mentally exhausted Ningxin girl managed to save a life to run back to her dormitory. The result was that she rushed to work overnight. After finally hitting the bottom edge, her fingers were pierced by countless needle eyes, and a pair of panda eyes were added. So that she spent sleepwalking all day on Monday.
I finally managed to toss out the pillows before Friday, and the girl Ning Xin stuffed with cotton to watch the finished products pinned her peach face away.
I do n’t want to admit that the four different pillows were embroidered by her. If you use it to make a birthday present, it ’s not a blessing, it ’s simply shameful!
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Xun Ningxin is actively thinking about a question. Now running out to buy a good embroidered pillow, can you pretend to be embroidered?