Chapter 62: Start reading

When Qing Qing ran back, she almost bumped into Meng Chuhan. Chu Han just returned from running. She originally thought that Qing Qing hadn't risen. After all, this girl always liked to sleep late. When she was at home, it was also a common occurrence until noon. Besides, there is still the problem of jet lag, so when he returned, he told his aunt not to call her in the morning, and when she got up at noon, remember to prepare a glass of milk for her.
I didn't want the aunt but said, "Ms. Meng went out early."
Chu Han looked into the distant fields unexpectedly, but did not see Qing Qing. As soon as she asked the aunt to go out, she returned, and she ran back.
Chu Han lifted her up, looked at her, and fell on her slippers wet with dew, frowning, holding her waist with one hand, holding her up, and throwing her shoes in the other hand On the side: "Why did I run out wearing slippers? The morning dew here is big, and the girl's feet are the weakest. I can't help the cold, but I'm sick when I turn back."
Even if she held him so many times, Qing Qing was still a little accustomed to it. She always felt that her brother regarded her as a child, but she had grown up, but she knew that it was useless to object, and her brother was in some things. On the other hand, there is no room for discount in such an overbearing manner. Such men are often stubborn and careful, and then sullen. Qing Qing froze for a moment, how did she think of these, it seems that her brother is not such a person.
Qing Qing was then hugged into the villa by her brother. This scene happened to Chu Yanshen who was not far away. Once the weekend, their father and son would come to the farm. This has almost become an unwritten rule, and the father and son do not have to discuss it. , Tacit understanding.
Perhaps both of their father and son are looking for memories. When the son-in-law was alive, their family of three was spent here almost every weekend. It was said that the family of three was really playing with their father and son. The son-in-law was too lazy. I usually sit and watch, but even this non-existent move still impresses the father and son. Maybe this is how one looks. No matter what the loved one does, he will remember it very clearly.
Yan Shen sometimes thinks that the cruelest part of life may be when you lose, and you will know how precious it is, but you have lost it, and you ca n’t recover it anymore. He now regrets it very much, forcing his son to take the child In fact, if you think about it, you should bet on certain things, maybe it is not a successful result, but it should not be worse than it is now.
Knowing that when the plane crashed, Yan Shen experienced the feeling of heartache for the first time in his life. The pain is like someone sticking into your body and taking away your heart.
After the pain passed, he felt empty, everything was empty. Chu, who had paid for more than ten years, felt it was not important. He even wanted to follow her for a while. If it was not Feng Yi, it was not Qin Fei. Maybe he's gone now.
Feng Yi said, "I'm afraid, Dad, I have lost my mother. How can you bear to let me lose my father again, do you want me to become an orphan?"
That was Feng Yi calling his father in front of him for the first time. He had thought about it many times before. What would it feel like to call his father? At that time, he only felt pain.
Qin Fei said, "Even if you die, you won't see your son-in-law, because she went to heaven, but you went to hell, and you feel alive and suffering, why don't you think about it, death is more painful, not to mention, you It is also your responsibility, Chu, Feng Yi, and Chu Yanshen. If you leave like this, you will be the widower with the first word in the sky. "
That was the first time Qin Fei scolded him, and the curse was very vicious, but he finally woke him up. He was not eligible to die. He had his responsibility. He was not a son-in-law, and could kill their father and son.
Thinking of this, Yan Shen almost hates her. If she listens to herself, if she believes that she loves her, how can she run away and die, she is the most cruel woman, and once he hated gritted teeth No matter whether it is hate or love, Ziyi is the only woman in his life, and there is no second one. He knows this very well, even if some women look like her, it is not her.
Moreover, he was a bit ridiculous. It should be Meng Chuhan's younger sister. Little girl, Tian Zhijiao. How did he think she was like a at that moment, probably because she lost her panic and ran from below. Looks a bit like Zizi.
"Dad, what are you looking at?"
Feng Yi stood next to him and looked at him in the eyes: "That is Meng Qingqing, a very stupid woman."
Chu Yanshen looked at him side by side, looking at a woman whom his son could describe. Before, there was only a daughter-in-law. Feng Yi looked up at him: "Dad, I think this Meng Qingqing looks a lot like a puppet, even if their faces are different. It feels a lot like that, beside her, I think I ’m back again, really, Dad, are you sure that I ’m really on that plane?

Chu Yanshen didn't know what to say. The plane exploded and the body could not be found at all, but he found a missing certificate, which is enough to explain the problem.
Yanshen touched his son's head: "Do you miss her, right?" Feng Yi's eyes went red: "Dad, don't you say I have no conscience, we think of her like this, and she doesn't come back to see us, even Dreaming, I have never dreamed of seeing her. "
Yan Shen embraced him and kissed him, "Maybe I will dream about it tonight, and we will go to eat now." The father and son went in.
Qing Qing watched Qin Fei's car disappear in the driveway. When she turned around, she couldn't help laughing, bending over and reaching out, "Hello, little handsome guy, come here to play with me."
"My name is Feng Yi, will you call me Feng Yi?"
Qingqing Road: "Okay, Feng Yi, my name is Meng Qingqing, you can call me Qingqing."
Feng Yi looked at her suddenly and said, "Would you please call me again?"
Qing Qing stunned: "Okay, Feng Yi, what do we play, right, I promised you to make a kite and go, let's do it. Today's weather is suitable for flying a kite." Said holding his hand and went in, Pulled into her room.
Ziyi found scissors, glue, brackets, fishing lines, ropes ... Anyway, all she could find was piled on the floor. She sat cross-legged on the ground, looked up at Feng Yi, and saw that he still maintained the standard. Standing, he pulled him: "Sit, it doesn't make you stand in a military position, relax, relax, we are playing, how we come here casually."
Feng Yi finally sat down, Qing Qing glanced at his sitting position, couldn't help shaking his head and laughed. The little guy was not only precocious, but also rigorous in personality. He only knew him for a while. Qing Qing barely saw him and other children. But, or naughty sabotage, and an adult's headache, this child is too precocious. He not only acts, but even speaks like an adult.
Qing Qing threw the paper to the ground and asked him, "What animal do you like? Tiger? Wolf? Stone?" Qing Qing tried hard to think about what animals boys might like.
But the little guy said, "Pig, I like pigs."
Qingqing scratched her head: "The pig is also very cute, fat and fat, and hums whenever he eats." He said that he mimicked the pig and hummed twice. He wanted to make the little guy laugh. There wasn't even a reaction on that handsome little face.
Qing Qing pretended to be sad and clutched her chest: "It's sad, you don't even laugh."
I think Qing Qing's performance is too sincere. The little guy reluctantly took the corner of his mouth. That meant a smile. Qing Qing felt that he was a little bit tough. He laughed aloud: "It's handsome to not laugh, so let's draw A pig is ready. "
Talking about holding a paintbrush to draw a boss's pig on the paper quickly, when she finished painting, pondering her magical painting skills, you should admire the little guy.
Qingqing still cared that the little guy said that she was stupid in the morning, but turned his head to one side, but found the little guy's expression was weird, staring straight at his left hand without blinking for a long time.
Qingqing waved in front of him: "Hey, Feng Yi, Feng Yi handsome, return to the soul, how about it, stunned by my painting skills, talk about, I am still stupid now?"
Feng Yi's gaze still didn't move, but his mouth murmured, "You also use your left hand?"
Qing Qing nodded: "Yeah, I've been drawing with my left hand, what's wrong?"
"Your hand holding a pen ..." Feng Yi suddenly looked up at her, staring at him, looking at Qingqing straight hair: "You, what do you look at me like this?"
Feng Yi looked at her face for a long time, and finally blinked, "Sorry, I shouldn't say that you are stupid, you are very smart."
"Really?" Qing Qing immediately smiled with an eyebrow. "To be honest, it was the first time someone praised me for being smart. I drew it, so let's make a kite."
The whole process was Qing Qing's hands-on, the little guy was on the sidelines watching, Qing Qing even had a feeling, he was not watching the kite, but himself.
She remembered the things he said by the pond. Could he look like his dead mother so much that he always stared at himself like this, but it was really unlucky like a dead man, thinking he couldn't help shaking. Shake, clap your hands: "Okay, you're done, now we'll go outside and try to see if we can fly."
The two went out with a big pig-head kite. Qingqing could make a kite, but it did n’t work. It did n’t fly a few times. Finally, Feng put a kite up, and there were more in the blue sky. A big pig head looks weird.
After the little guy put the kite up, she handed the control panel to her and taught her how to put it on. Qing Qing was playing on Xingtou, and suddenly a cricket flew over from there, entangled with her pig's head, and she hurried Toward the recycling line, it was too late and the kite broke the line.
Qing Qing reluctantly looked at the pig's head and the uncle flying farther and farther. Until it was gone, she sat on the ground with one butt, and found the little boy's disapproval, and couldn't help laughing: "Tell you a lot of things. It ’s like you, what fun is there in life, how old are you?

The little guy said, at the age of seven, Qingqing said: "I see you like seventy, come, sit." Then he suddenly pointed to the other side: "There must be fireflies on Feng Yi's side, right? Does it also have a pond? "
Feng Yi looked at her for a long time before saying, "How do you know?"