Chapter 359: Warm treasure, I am hurting 9

Thousands of inks slammed, "driving!"
He turned his head and rode his horse to the back of the man.
The robes behind him fluttered in the hustle and bustle of the north wind, and his eyes were sharply focused, leaving only the thin figure standing outside the gate of the city -
His little girl stood outside the city gate, holding a light yellow oil-paper umbrella, wearing only a dress, and the skirt was splashed with rain.
Getting closer.
The warm hair was also slightly messy with the small face. The beautiful peach eyes were filled with water vapor, and the tears stared at him in the direction, and the lips were red.
In the bleak rain, in the cold city.
There are only people in his world who are under the umbrella of oil and paper.
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The paper umbrella in the warm hand was so stunned by him that he fell to the ground and splashed a splash of water.
The number of warmth was held by him like this, it was hard to accept, but he did not push him away. The two hands that had nowhere to put on finally slowly hugged his lean waist and buried him in his arms, crying and crying.
four years ago.
After the hug that separated four years ago, it almost became a farewell.
Today, I finally embraced again.
In addition to crying, she doesn't know what else to do.
Sad, wronged, angry, all the emotions have come up again.
She beat his back and slammed it hard and cried.
Qian Qian ink hugged her, so she held her tightly, letting her play herself.
He has not embraced her for four years.
When she saw her on the street again that night, he wanted to rush to hug her, and he wanted to hold his little girl into his arms, but he couldn’t even hold her.
At this moment, he hugged her and hugged her, but she was not willing to let go of her.
He is holding his girl in his arms, and he has been thinking about the whole girl for four years, and she is in her own arms.
Under the cold city gate, Qian Qian inked her head and licked her ear, but her voice was low and hoarse, but she was very powerful and open in the ear: "Wait for me."
Two words.
He can only give her these two words.
But it is the most powerful word.
The number did not speak, holding his waist tightly and refused to let go.
There is already a tear in my face.
She is reluctant, she admits she is reluctant.
It’s hard to wear it, but it’s so weak in front of him.
The number of warmth does not want to be separated from Uncle Uncle.
Qian Qianmo untied his robes and put them on a number of warm bodies.
Four years of suffering, those days when life is not as good as death, all the things he has experienced in these four years have not been mentioned, he just has to slowly push him to hold his hand and look down at his little girl. Slowly said: "Wait for me to come back."
The number of warmth whispered and said: "Don't wait."
"take care of yourself."
Thousands of inks were on the horse, and the horse left.
The number of warmth looked at him and left, bursting into tears, biting his back and crying.
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(I really like the update written today, I have watched it several times, and I am moved. Five more is finished; kissed! Happed! Have sugar! Have you seen the new title wood changed today? Have wood feel it later There will be a lot of good polysaccharides! I want to add more votes to vote.)