Chapter 323: Because I like warmth 127

"Call Wen Jian, Aqiu, give a few warm hugs."
Aqiu should have a voice, holding the little son to the number of warmth.
The number of warmth cautiously grabbed the gentle hand that just woke up and looked confused, and slowly tilted his mouth: "Well, oh."
The two men did not stand outside for too long, and they went in together.
"When you are young, is it hard to accept?" Wen Zhizhi sat in front of the temple and looked at the little guy in his arms. The child was very quiet and hugged with a can, and it slipped from time to time. Wen Zhi has helped her to get back again.
She looked at such a small childishness, as if she could think of a few warm days when she was so hard.
The number of warmth is two years younger than her, and it is premature, and it can be seen how painful it will be.
But the warmth at this time just said: "All passed."
The autumn wind is rustling, and the pain that has gone through seems to have dissipated with the wind.
She didn't want to mention it, and she didn't want to think about it.
After all, thinking about it hurts.
Wen Zhi thinks that it is also very good. She originally thought that she could come over to accompany a few warm children, but she did not expect that the number of warmth is premature, and this thing is afraid to have a great relationship with the departure of Qian Mo, but Wen I did not mention the person at this festival, and she knew that it was impossible to poke a few warm wounds at this time.
The two said a conversation, the children in their arms were asleep again, waiting for two children to go to sleep, let Aqiu look at the child, Wen Zhizhi and then went out with the number.
"I opened a primary school in Ancheng, where I teach students, and I am doing what I like to do. I plan to live there and grow up with Wen." Wen Zhizhi said, suddenly After a while, I turned to look at the number of warmth. "The number is warm, do you have any plans?"
The number of warmth did not know what kind of plan was intended, so she thought for a while before whispering: "I am probably the same as you, stay here in Beichuan, grow up with the childish, and open a good business."
In addition to making yourself stronger, it seems that nothing else can be done.
But is life not such a meaning?
She is only strong enough to protect her young children.
Wen Zhi has stayed in Beichuan for a few days. In these few days, when the two little guys were playing on a couch, it was gentle and old-fashioned to touch the childish, but the childishness was generally holding her own small arms. I don’t really like to talk to Wen Jian.
When Wen Zhizhi left, he accidentally mentioned: "Small Jane likes to play with his younger sister. Later, they can let them join the school together, just like we were going to school in the college."
The number was warm and awkward. When I thought about it and thought it was such a thing, I nodded and said very happily: "Yes."
The two little guys can be good friends and they can still take care of each other in the future.
After sending away Wen Zhi, they will be warm and take the child to drink milk. The child is still very quiet and very quiet to eat milk.
The number of warmth also quietly looked at his own careful liver for a while, looking at her sharp eyebrows, suddenly closed his eyes, bowed his head and kissed the childish forehead, some uncomfortablely pulled the corner of his mouth, whisper Said: "Children, grow up."
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(Moreover, there are no repeated chapters, there are duplicates and deletions to re-join; tomorrow will start to update the next volume (the next volume is reunion and rise)
Tanabata Small Theater
[Five-year-old youngster and five-year-old Xiaojian brother
Wen Jian spreads the colorful candy in the palm of his hand: green barley, giving you sugar.
Qing Yan glanced at his palm and shook his head.
Wen Jian 掏 another pocket: rabbit rabbit sugar times?
Qing Yan shook his head.
Wen Jian took out the last pocket of the star sugar: Is this good?
Qing Yan took out his handwritten notes and wrote a few short-selling little words: the number of warmth did not give sugar.
Wen Jian (Mongolia): I went to the firm to find you yesterday, and I saw your mother kissed the gourd!