Vol 3 Chapter 1260: First quarter

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She suddenly had a bold idea. If 11:35 represents the time of day, does the 12:08 on the small clock represent the date?
Whether it is the needle shape of 11:35, or the day of the dawn of 12:08, it has an inseparable relationship with the first quarter. Why is it the first quarter?
Her body suddenly trembled, and the pen in her hand fell to the ground. She remembered that when she was five years old, her father and mother flew back from abroad, because that day was her birthday. When Mom and Dad arrived home, it was late at night, and my mother was Prepare a cake for her, and Dad is holding her sitting in the rocking chair in the yard to see the moon.
She asked her father, why did the moon bend for a while, and it would be round?
Dad pointed to the crescent moon in the sky and said that this is the first quarter, because they are all moving, whether it is the moon or the sun, so they are different every time they see them.
She buried her head in her father's arms and choked and said, "Dad, I like the first quarter, because during the first quarter, my father and mother came back."
It was also on that day that she received the clock gift, and they sneaked away early the next morning and returned to abroad to continue their research.
That was the last time they met!
Is this all just a coincidence?
She rushed out insanely, and Jiang Xin, who was sitting at the pool with Gongsun, was pulling back to the house.
Jiang Xin has never seen such a rude Xia Yuanqiu, seeing the tears in her eyes, and busy asking: "What happened to you? What happened?"
Xia Yuanqiu closed the door and took her to sit down at the table by the window and picked up the pen on the floor: "I remember that you once learned the sketch, you paint fast, and draw the appearance of the mysterious man you saw in the past life. ""
Jiang Xindao: "Ah? Why do you want to paint him suddenly?"
Xia Yuanqiu hurriedly said; "Don't ask why, fast painting!"
Ginger heart snorted and hurriedly took the pen and began to draw on the memory.
Xu is this memory is too deep, the man's appearance she did not see very clearly, but the general body shape and side profile she remembers very clearly.
Jiang Xin painted very quickly, and a pen depicts the memory of the heart.
Looking at the human form that gradually appeared on the paper, although it was only a side face, she let her tears burst into tears.
No one will forget the appearance of the person he loves the most, even though he left her forever when she was young, but she still has not forgotten his loving face.
She also complained about him, complaining that he had left his young self, but she knew that her love for his thoughts far exceeded her grievances.
A drop of tears fell on the snowy rice paper, and Jiang Xin, who was still painting, hurriedly looked up and saw Xia Yuanqiu, who was already crying. He said, "What happened? What happened to you? What happened?"
Xia Yuanqiu plunged into the arms of Jiang Xin and choked: "It is my father, this person is my father."
Jiang Xin’s heart was shocked, and he was so shocked that he was relieved for a long time.
You said that the man I saw was your father? You died in the past when you were a plane crash. ?"
Xia Yuanqiu nodded: "It is him, it is really him, I will not admit it."
"So, he is just like us, and he is not dead, but born again to this world?" Jiang Xinji asked.
Xia Yuanqiu shook his head: "I don't know why this is. Is it the beginning of all this, is he manipulating in one hand?"