Wen Qingzhu remembers that in the hospital, some doctors said that women always like to ask some strange questions, and sometimes the answer is obvious, they will also ask, just to know the answer from your mouth.

Wen Qingzhu caresses Mo Qiu Xi's hair, "Qiu Xi, you have to believe me, Leng Wan Qing is in the past, you are my wife."

Wen Qingzhu's sentence is also very obvious.

Mo Qiu Xi mouth with a sweet smile.

She is really easy to satisfy, with this sentence, she is at ease.

A good night's sleep, Mo Qiu Xi did not think of anything else.

The next morning, Wen Qingzhu got up to make breakfast. He also cooked the sweet potato taro brought back last night.

He knew that Mo Qiuxi's parents bought it on the farm over there.

In fact, these are all good things. How can you dislike them!

When Mo Qiuxi wakes up, Wen Qingzhu has already made breakfast.

When Mo Qiuxi saw the sweet potato and taro on the table, he was surprised.

"These are good things. I made some in the morning when I knew you liked them."

Listen to Wen Qingzhu's explanation, Mo Qiu Xi's heart is a little warm.

She really loves to eat. When she was a child living in the countryside, she often ate this. Her parents planted it. If she couldn't eat it, her parents would make dried sweet potatoes and taro

Moreover, in winter, they eat baked sweet potato. Although it has been so many years, she always remembers the taste of baked sweet potato very clearly.

That kind of long lost taste, let Mo Qiu Xi now in the heart pan sweet.

Wen Qingzhu looked at the smile on Mo Qiu Xi's face, picked up a sweet potato, peeled her half skin, and then handed her, "be careful, eat slowly."

Mo Qiuxi took it over and ate it one mouthful at a time. He couldn't help but say, "when I was a child, I lived in the countryside with my parents. At that time, they were all bungalows. On a snowy day, we had a hot Kang at home and baked sweet potatoes under the stove

Looking at the snow outside and eating baked sweet potato at home, I still remember that the new year was very strong at that time... "

Mo Qiu Xi recollects, feel that at that time small, what do not understand, there are parents pet, carefree, as long as there is food to wear is very happy.

When people grow up, they have more troubles.

Is it because of growing up, people greedy, want more, so more trouble?

Mo Qiu Xi eat sweet potato, heart through a lot, so also put those unhappy behind the ear, after a day happy one day on the right.

Mo Qiuxi had a holiday, but Wen Qingzhu worked in the hospital and was on shift. He didn't have a holiday at all.

He is really busy. Mo Qiuxi doesn't want him to worry about trifles. She tries to be happy every day. When Wen Qingzhu is not at home, she paints by herself and continues to be proficient.

In fact, Mo Qiuxi is very talented in painting. Her teacher once said that her painting has soul, but she didn't find her own painting style.

Perhaps because of eating sweet potato in the morning, Mo Qiuxi thought of many scenes when he was a child and many legends talked about by the old people in the village.

Mo Qiuxi began to draw these on the paper.

She found that she was particularly fond of drawing these, so that she could blend into them, as if back to the carefree age.

This painting, she will forget the time, forget the place, into which, on the contrary, will be more happy.

Mo Qiuxi was very happy all day. She took pictures of her paintings with her mobile phone and passed them on to Xie Yan'er, hoping to get her advice.

She didn't know why. It was clear that Xie Yan'er was younger than her, but she always felt that Xie Yan'er was a very capable girl and could not help convincing people.

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