deep love is not afraid of loneliness
031: That seed will never have a chance to germinate
031: That seed will never have a chance to germinate. Ah Qing brought Xiaoyan's burgundy jacket, and Huo Ting took it over and helped her put it on. The little girl is only three years old and she looks straight.
She was wearing a black hoodie, a wine red overcoat, and a pair of black Martin boots under her black plush pants. She followed Huo Ting's example and insisted on wearing a black scarf.
The daylight at 8:[-] in the morning was just right, big hands were holding small hands, the father was smiling, and the daughter was bouncing and laughing so hard that she could hardly see her eyes.
Well, he stopped suddenly, let go of Huo Ting's hand, crossed the lawn in the courtyard, picked up the water bottle on the ground, and poured water on a piece of black soil lacking turf. Seeing that the soil was so damp that it could no longer absorb water, Then he put down the kettle and ran back to Huo Ting's side.
Huo Ting looked at the place where he and Nei planted the cherry tree seeds together, and smiled bitterly.
I firmly believe in the promise of the cherry blossoms. As long as the cherry trees grow up and the cherry trees bloom, my mother will go home.
But she didn't know that the cherry tree would never have a chance to germinate.
He fastened the seat belt for Huo Yan, called up the mobile game, put it in his hand, and slowly drove the car out of the villa.
When walking halfway up the mountain, I suddenly remembered that Wu Ruanruan was resting here yesterday, with that lingering and unfinished kiss, the faint milky fragrance on her body, and a layer of warmth gradually covering her cold eyes, and parked the car on the side of the road. .
The moment the car door was opened, a wind blew up his coat, and the black scarf hanging on his chest was lifted by the wind. He quickly pulled it back to his chest. If you don't look at his sad expression, he looks clean and straight , it seems that Huo Ting is still the high-spirited Huo Ting, and Ruan Ruan has a happy family.
The fog in the mountains in the early morning is still very thick and hazy. He patted the pocket of the windbreaker thoughtfully in the windbreaker, took out a cigarette, covered the wind with his palm, and lit it silently by leaning against the car door. .
Xiaoyan in the car exited the mobile game, pressed the icon of the address book, and a row of Chinese characters listed made her difficult. She has not reached the age of literacy, but she only vaguely remembers that every time her mother hugs her, she wants to call her father Every now and then, she would press the first person in the address book. Her short fingers poked the first name. The position of father should also be mother.
When the phone was connected, she put it to her ear and listened carefully.
"Hello?" came a voice from over there.
Xiaoyan's round face immediately wrinkled into a ball, as if she couldn't push it away anymore.
"Hello? Hello? Is there no signal..." The other party was silent for a moment, and seeing that Huo Ting was silent, he hung up the phone.
The second, the third, the fourth, while Huo Ting was leaning outside the door in a daze, Xiaoyan dialed almost half of the people in the directory, including a few overseas calls.
Along the way, Huo Ting's phone kept ringing, and everyone came to ask him why he didn't talk when he turned on the phone, and what's the matter.
Huo Ting glanced at the little girl beside him, and explained one by one that it was his daughter who dialed by mistake.
While waiting for the traffic lights, his fingers tapped the steering wheel rhythmically with the nursery rhymes playing in the car, and he looked sideways, "Little rascal, why are you dialing numbers indiscriminately? Don't do this next time, it's very rude, you know?"
Huo Yan lowered her head, picked the croissant button in front of her very seriously, and said, I miss my mother.
Huo Ting was stunned for a while, with a faint pain in his heart, he rubbed the top of her soft hair, "She will come to see you in a few days."
It said: Why, your mother goes home every day, but my mother can't go home every day?
She was wearing a black hoodie, a wine red overcoat, and a pair of black Martin boots under her black plush pants. She followed Huo Ting's example and insisted on wearing a black scarf.
The daylight at 8:[-] in the morning was just right, big hands were holding small hands, the father was smiling, and the daughter was bouncing and laughing so hard that she could hardly see her eyes.
Well, he stopped suddenly, let go of Huo Ting's hand, crossed the lawn in the courtyard, picked up the water bottle on the ground, and poured water on a piece of black soil lacking turf. Seeing that the soil was so damp that it could no longer absorb water, Then he put down the kettle and ran back to Huo Ting's side.
Huo Ting looked at the place where he and Nei planted the cherry tree seeds together, and smiled bitterly.
I firmly believe in the promise of the cherry blossoms. As long as the cherry trees grow up and the cherry trees bloom, my mother will go home.
But she didn't know that the cherry tree would never have a chance to germinate.
He fastened the seat belt for Huo Yan, called up the mobile game, put it in his hand, and slowly drove the car out of the villa.
When walking halfway up the mountain, I suddenly remembered that Wu Ruanruan was resting here yesterday, with that lingering and unfinished kiss, the faint milky fragrance on her body, and a layer of warmth gradually covering her cold eyes, and parked the car on the side of the road. .
The moment the car door was opened, a wind blew up his coat, and the black scarf hanging on his chest was lifted by the wind. He quickly pulled it back to his chest. If you don't look at his sad expression, he looks clean and straight , it seems that Huo Ting is still the high-spirited Huo Ting, and Ruan Ruan has a happy family.
The fog in the mountains in the early morning is still very thick and hazy. He patted the pocket of the windbreaker thoughtfully in the windbreaker, took out a cigarette, covered the wind with his palm, and lit it silently by leaning against the car door. .
Xiaoyan in the car exited the mobile game, pressed the icon of the address book, and a row of Chinese characters listed made her difficult. She has not reached the age of literacy, but she only vaguely remembers that every time her mother hugs her, she wants to call her father Every now and then, she would press the first person in the address book. Her short fingers poked the first name. The position of father should also be mother.
When the phone was connected, she put it to her ear and listened carefully.
"Hello?" came a voice from over there.
Xiaoyan's round face immediately wrinkled into a ball, as if she couldn't push it away anymore.
"Hello? Hello? Is there no signal..." The other party was silent for a moment, and seeing that Huo Ting was silent, he hung up the phone.
The second, the third, the fourth, while Huo Ting was leaning outside the door in a daze, Xiaoyan dialed almost half of the people in the directory, including a few overseas calls.
Along the way, Huo Ting's phone kept ringing, and everyone came to ask him why he didn't talk when he turned on the phone, and what's the matter.
Huo Ting glanced at the little girl beside him, and explained one by one that it was his daughter who dialed by mistake.
While waiting for the traffic lights, his fingers tapped the steering wheel rhythmically with the nursery rhymes playing in the car, and he looked sideways, "Little rascal, why are you dialing numbers indiscriminately? Don't do this next time, it's very rude, you know?"
Huo Yan lowered her head, picked the croissant button in front of her very seriously, and said, I miss my mother.
Huo Ting was stunned for a while, with a faint pain in his heart, he rubbed the top of her soft hair, "She will come to see you in a few days."
It said: Why, your mother goes home every day, but my mother can't go home every day?
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