Chapter 389: Warm treasure, I am hurting 39

How can she go to Qingzhong to talk about her, the gentle uncle she likes will not come back, she married someone else as a wife...
She has already been wronged by herself, she is not childish and suffers a little bit of grievances.
No, don't want it at all.
The number of warmth grabbed the swing vine, and the tears kept rolling down.
Particularly uncomfortable.
She would rather he... never returned.
It’s better than thinking that it’s all right now.
Qing is very careful to open the door, wearing a black and soft hair, standing by the door, holding a pair of beautiful sleepy eyes and looking at the warmth of the tears in the yard, staying for a while, Only then went.
The number of warmth was waited until the child came down from the corridor and came back to God. He sucked his nose, raised his hand and wiped a tear, and went down the swing. The young child had already come to the front, and he warmed up and combed. Comb the little guy's messy hair, and the scorpion is a little dumb. "How did the baby come out? Was it awakened by the mother?"
Qing child shook his head, looked at her with a small face, extended a small hand to gently wipe her tears, and hugged a few warm necks, buried a few warm neck, slightly open mouth, very hard, very Difficult to say one word and one word vaguely: "Number, warm... no, call (cry)..."
"Childly, hug, hug."
After I finished speaking, the childishness was hard to be affected by the land. I didn’t know if I was scared because I spoke. She was afraid to hug the number of warmth and resisted not wanting to make another sound.
And the number of warmth is smashed by the little one, and the heart will melt.
In the past four years, the number of times that Qing has spoken has been very few, but the voice of the childish voice can be heard. The milk is milky, like cotton candy, soft and tender.
The number of warm touched the little guy's head, dried the tears, and held her careful liver and smiled: "Mother never cries..."
A few warm people know that it is very difficult to lay down.
Maybe it will take another four years.
Four years... maybe not as hard as I imagined.
Look, she hasn’t been here for four years...
The number of warmth comforted himself in the heart, but he couldn’t help but feel sad and sad.
It seems that it is lost and recovered.
This kind of strong gap made it difficult for her to calm down.
Fortunately, there is a childishness.
Fortunately, there are warm children and young children.
After that day, Qingzhi did not mention her gentle uncle in front of her. The number of warmth and fear of the child would ask, she would not know how to answer the childish, but the child did not ask again.
- A few warm, I want to go to the elementary school.
When Qing Zhi took the handkerchief to show her, the number of warmth was sorting out the list of the firm, and when the young child was handed over, he took a small meeting, put down the work in his hand, and poured a glass of water to the small The guy drank, and softly asked: "How suddenly did you want to go to elementary school?"
Before this, when she and the child were raised, she was so scared that she was too scared. She knew how much resistance and how many people who did not know would be afraid.
Thousands of inks are the only exception.
Qing Zhi wrote on the handwritten - think about it
When Qing Zhi took a few warm look, he still stared at a pair of clear and bright eyes, clearly watching the number of warm, eyes are so serious and focused.
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