Turning over, the two words "Qianqi" written in the red paint at the bottom of the bowl are handsome and elegant, not from his hands. They should have been written by Qianqi himself. They are long and elegant, like a stretched tree, just like Qianqi...

It is said that the words are like the person, but it turns out to be true...

Her calligraphy has always been short and fat!

Suddenly, I thought of a short and fat little quail squatting beside his towering tree, and I couldn't help but laugh. Isn't the picture so ridiculous? But why did I cry again while laughing?

The big tree and the little quail are so inconsistent...

The tall tree will never bend down to match the height of the quail, and the quail's stupid and fat body cannot fly to the highest branches of the big tree...

Trees must stand with them to match them most...

Turn on the faucet and wash away the mud from the old bowl bit by bit. Did she make up for the trouble she caused by herself?

But why, when she used her fingernails to pick the sludge, she really wanted to pick out the two words "Qianqi" at the bottom of the bowl? She really wanted to...

She even thought rebelliously, what would happen to him if she snatched the name? Will he scold her? Will he beat her? Will he still be cold and never say a word to her again?

But she only dared to think about it...

When she trembled her fingers and gently stroked the word "Qian" with her nails, she was like a kitten who made a mistake. She was startled and immediately took it back.

Then, quickly put the bowl into the cabinet, and close the cabinet door tightly, leaning against the door, never see it again! Never see the name "Qianqi" again!

She stood there for a long time, until she suddenly sneezes, she felt the coldness on her body.

I was afraid that I would catch a cold, so I quickly added a piece of clothing. Thinking that he was soaked all over. I wonder if it was cold at this moment? I don’t know where he went now and when he would come back...

I was anxious and restless, so I finally returned to the kitchen, cooked half a pot of ginger soup, drank a large bowl by myself, preventing the cold, and left him a bowl.

Although I don’t know when he will come back, I still boiled him foot washing water according to Mrs. Yu’s recipe. The spicy and hot water will definitely drive away all the cold air? Add this bowl of ginger soup, so you will definitely not catch a cold...

She did everything she could do, and she just left him back.

At night, it was getting deeper and the ginger soup and foot washing water gradually cooled down, but he still didn't come back...

I haven't heard him say that he is on duty tonight, so where did he go? Because of that bowl, do you plan to stop returning?

Her heart, which had finally warmed up, gradually became colder...

Women are extremely obsessed with stubborn animals. At such moments, when he is away, all kinds of speculations have been filtered in her mind, and each one makes her feel uneasy.

She wanted to call him more and ask him what he was doing and when he would go home. Even if he didn't answer her properly, she would be at peace whenever he heard his voice. However, when she picked up her phone, it weighed a thousand pounds...

It’s hard to endure every second. Every once in a while, she would look at her phone. Only five minutes passed each time. Why did time pass so slowly?

In a state of anxiety, he couldn't help but dial his number, but his cell phone turned off...

I threw my phone aside dejectedly, not knowing how to spend the next time, without his time...

If she writes a check and she writes ten not accurately, will he come back?

In a panic, she picked up a few pieces of paper and painted on it.

A large font is written: Military Wife is not allowed to be 7: Nothing is allowed to move his things without permission...

After writing, he used a pen to describe it as art characters, and he drew it carefully, and it took half an hour to finish it, but he had not come back yet...

Is he really not going to come back?

Her big tree...

The pen moved with the heart, and a tree appeared under her pen, but it was a small sapling...

And under the tree, she drew a small fat quail.

The little quail was scratched by a little wild cat and fled to the tree. He was alone, no, a bird hid here and cried...

At that time, the branches were not prosperous enough and the branches were not tough enough. However, they shook the leaves and smiled at her, and bent down the branches to encourage her to climb up.

The little quail can't fly, but it can flap. She tried hard to flap her stupid little wings and finally climbed up to his branches.

His leaves shaded her, his not-so-stout trunk could rest on his back, she slept beautifully on his branches, and played with him in the wind...

But later, the tree grew taller and taller...

She is getting fatter and fatter too...

She could no longer fly up to his branches, and could only look up at his roots on the ground, looking up at his tall figure.

And he had another tree as his companion, their branches and leaves were holding each other in the air and closely connected. Their leaves were rustling with their own language. She couldn't understand, so she could only call him under the tree in a very small voice, my tree brother, my tree brother...

However, her tree brother was too tall and could not hear the sound of the little quail coming from under her feet. Even because of his tree friend, he could not even see his feet, and there was a small fat quail curled up...

It was cold and it was raining. The rain dripped from the leaves, wetting her feathers. She shrank under the tree and shivered, calling her brother Tree, but Brother Tree stood upright and held hands and laughed loudly in the rain. Because of the nourishment of the rain, they could grow taller...

It will be further away from her...

The little quail cried under the tree and finally believed what his companions said. The tree was to be with the tree, and the quail was always worthy of mixing with the quail...

So, the little quail left on that stormy day, looking back step by step, leaving her tree brother...

Without the obstruction of leaves, the wind and rain ruthlessly plagued her fat body. She was sick and very sick...

She was seriously ill and walked to a grassland with wild flowers everywhere. The wind stopped and the rain stopped. The Gesang flowers bloomed on the grassland.

The little quail wanted to take one back to see it for Brother Tree, but she no longer had the strength and fell on the grassland where the Gesang flowers bloomed.

The little quail is dead.

Dead on the sunny day after the storm, the last thing I remembered was her tree brother.

The moment he closed his eyes, the little quail smiled and said silently to Brother Tree, "Brother Tree, whether you remember the little quail or not, the little quail is about to leave. There will never be a little quail at your feet to disturb you... Because, if there is a next life, the little quail must become a tree, stand with you, and never be separated..."

After drawing the last picture and writing the last sentence, Tao Zi pounced on the painting and burst into tears, for such a silly little quail and for such a sad story.

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Chapter completed!