The first place in a bunch of small Dou Dingli is definitely not a matter of preaching for Zong Yan, but ...

"Is that child the first?"

"I took two hundred points, but it was really amazing."

"It is the one who opened the small sales department."

"I heard that children eat eggs every day."

"People are so good to eat Tang Seng meat!" Some children yelled.

"Why didn't you see the Tang Seng meat every day and didn’t you see you come back 100 minutes?"

"Baoer is really amazing." Xiangle looked at the child who came over.

"He also posted a big prize!" The child next to him shouted.

Zong Yan looked at the past, and the little boy did not understand his eyes at all: "The teacher said that Zong Ye is smart, and he will learn everything."

"Your family is really amazing, hey, how do you teach it?" The parents next to them asked.

"He is more self -disciplined." Xiangle took the child's hand.

"Hey, show your aunt's prizes." The parents next to him said.

"See for me too, what do I have before I have seen the prize." Someone came over.

"The prize is good -looking, and the brush word written by the principal."

Xiangle looked at the expressionless child and couldn't help but be happy: "阙 相, show it?"

Zong Yan sighed and handed over the schoolbag. The folding and neat prize was opened and showed in the parent group.

"It's so good, people have been college students in the future."

"So powerful, it must be college."

"Maybe it is possible to be an official."

1314 Looking at the expressionless host, I just felt that he was repeatedly whipped by shame, and if he had feelings, he would have emotional troubles.

After a round of the prize, I returned to Zongyu's schoolbag again. Xiangle led the child home and watched his expressionless look: "Tong Baoer was not happy with two hundred points?"

"Happy." Zong Yan was considering whether to control the ranking third place.

"Baoer is also happy." Xianglexing said, "Do you want to reward the first place in this test? I will make it delicious for you, or buy a piece of meat back? Or I see toys in the county town, I see toys in the county town,

Do you want to want to buy a new dress? "

The sunlight at noon is very bright, and the teenager seems to have won the first place.

Zong Yan suddenly gave up his previous idea and said, "I want a dictionary."

"Dictionary? What is that?" Xiangle stopped and doubted.

"It is used for literacy." Zong Yan said.

"Is it a learning tool? When I go to the city, I will ask." Xiangle laughed, "This is not a reward, what else do you want anything else?"

Zong Yan groaned to the eyes of the young man: "Eat meat."

"Okay, I bought a large piece of meat and came back to make braised pork for Wu Baoer." Xiangle smiled holding his little hand.

The prize was adhered to the wall with a paste, and the color of the award was not as bright as later generations, but the brush characters above were very beautiful.

"In the future, Bao Bao'er's awards are all sticking here." Xiangle repeatedly looked at the award, how to look happy.

"Well." Zong Yan Ying said.

On that day, the braised pork was very fragrant, fat but not greasy, and the neighbors of the aroma were smelled. They also taught this new approach from the county seat with Xiangle.

Three days after that, Zong Yan received his own new dictionary, blue skin, very thick and new. Among them, it was densely written with small characters, and some pictures were attached to the campus.

It's broken, because this is what the teacher can have.

Because of the living advertisements of Zongyu, the dictionary placed in the store was empty, and even the sales of pencil rubber were on the rise. Most parents were willing to learn things such as stationery.

Constantly turning over the new tricks in the county.

The awards on the wall are sticking up one by one. Each one is the same name, and the same first place.

In the five years of elementary school, Zong Yan's body was torizing with a strong amount, but during this period, he experienced his teeth. Those who did not like to speak could save it.

It is also in the past five years. Their house has been replaced from a three -wheeled three -wheel car for oil burning. It is more convenient to go to all places to purchase. Because of the renovation of the road in the town, some merchants came to receive the goods. Yangma also settled in many people.

Zong Yan's family moved into the TV and put it in the room of the small sales department. Whether it was leisure or festivals, many people liked to watch there, and therefore attracted more customers.

"Give me cigarettes." Someone stood under the counter.

"What brand?" Asked the teenager sitting behind the counter.

The teenager, with some hoarseness in the sound, although it is a simple sweatshirt, but the black eyes of the ink, the contaminated book gas, and the height of more than the same age is enough to attract many girls.

"Just the cheapest, your brother is not there?" The man lying at the counter asked.

"Um." Zong Yan Ying Dao, took a pack of cigarettes from the counter, "two hair."

"This cigarette is really more expensive." The man paid the money and asked, "When will your brother come back?"

"What's the matter with him?" Zong Yan asked.

"Hey, what's the matter." The man opened the cigarette case and only listened to the teenager when he was sending smoke to his mouth. "I can't smoke at the door of my house."

"His ..." The man was on the eyes of the teenager. Although this person was small, he did not lose. According to the old man's words, this is the material of being born as a leading leader.

He has seventeen or eight this year. The 178th in this town talked about his daughter -in -law.

Zong Yan's lips slightly: "At night."

Times are progressing, and prices are slowly rising. People are visible to the naked eyes of people, but even if this era stipulates that marriage age is stipulated, many people still get married prematurely.

Go to get a certificate again.

The two of them have been dependent on each other for a long time. He thought he thought it was a long time.

"Okay, then I come again at night." The man touched the cigarette and turned away, and hummed a small tone while walking.

The sun was drooping west, and the sound of touching sounds came from the distance, and there were still black smokes behind it. Zong Yan got up and opened the door.

, Enter the front yard.

The young man on the car wore a straw hat and long sleeves. After the fire was turned off, the first solution was the buckle of the coat: "It's really hot outside."

"Towel." Zong Yan handed the wet towel over.

The young man took off the straw hat and put his long sleeves on the armrest of the car, revealing the arms with long texture and the dark eyebrows stained with sweat.

The muscles are often alive, just because the youth's body has not been completely opened, and the whole person is thin.

The young man wiped the sweat on his face with a Paizi, took the water that Zong Yan handed over the past a few mouthfuls, and his eyebrows bent: "阙 宝, guess what I brought you?"

Zongyu Noodles does not change color: "snacks."

"There are snacks, but there is another one you can't guess." Xiangle exhaled, fanned a fan on his face, took a basketball from the back car pocket and patted it on the ground, and then handed it over to the past.

Tao, "This is called basketball, just put on the TV, how about it, do you like it?"

Young eyebrows have grown, as if the cool and beautiful beauty hidden in the mountains and forests is depicted between the eyebrows. Even if you enter the town and enter the bustling place in the county seat, the pureness that belongs to the mountain forest does not disappear, but it is contaminated with the texture of the book.

Mixing in one place, watching gentle and full of vitality.

Zong Ye was full of expectations. He was taken care of by him since he was a child. He was very pure to him. He was also very pure.

"Like." Zong Yan took the basketball road.

Should he respect his choice whether he is age or identity ...?

"Like it." Xiangle took a picture of his shoulder and laughed. "No, I have to take a bath, today the weather is too hot."

"The water is in the backyard." Zong Yan said.

"I know." The young man went to the backyard and suddenly remembered something, "By the way, there is canned yellow peach in the car, and the new one in the county."

"Um." Zong Yan responded, closed the door, put the basketball into his own room, then opened the car pocket, and moved the goods that were transported back into the room of the inventory one by one.

They started to sleep in separate rooms from the fourth grade, because the yard in the family was spacious, there were many houses, and there were no fans. In the summer, they slept with a room cooler, and they gradually separated.

When the box moved, Xiangle wiped his hair out of the backyard and said: "Why don't you wait for me?"

"The rice was ready." Zong Yan had washed his hand.

"You kid." Xiangle snorted the hair above his head, and looked at the calm look that the teenager looked at it, and helped him let him down. When Zong Yan tightened the nerve, he clasped his shoulders and rubbed his hair directly to rub his hair and rubbed his hair.

It's even more chaotic, "Dare to glance at me, but the opposite you."

"Did not stare at you." Zong Yan walked along his steps.

The longer the relationship is, the better the relationship. Even if someone is 怵 him, the youth never knows it.

"You child really doesn't like laughing from an early age." Xiangle helped him with his hair, "What is the name of the newspaper, facial paralysis."

Zong Yan: "..."

In the evening, the meals are very abundant. Among them, there are also a lot of eggs and shredded pork, because not only he is growing in his body, youth is also growing, and the amount of height is accompanied by the amount of meals.

I still feel hungry.

The white noodles were mixed with the steamed buns steamed from the corn surface, and the two people directly took the three plates of dishes.

And the aftermath of the meal was cool, Xiangle removed the ice in the well water from the well water, and opened the canned yellow peach, because I tried to give Zong Ye more glanced at it, and it was silently divided into equal.

On the lounge chair in the door, the mosquito was driven with a fan.

"中, do you want to go to the town or go to the county town?" Xiangle held the fan, watched the stars in the sky and asked.

There are also junior high schools in the town, but there are very few people entering the school every year. Even because of the farm work in the land, there are a lot of leave for three days. The teacher frequently persuaded, and then did not persuade it. Good teachers went to the county seat.

I have seen the junior high school in the county seat. Although there are also green brick classrooms, there are several small buildings. There are many children inside, and celebrities are posted everywhere. It is particularly good to look at it.

There are children in the town, but Lu Xiu has been repaired, saying that the bus that will pass through the bus has not passed, and in order to avoid trouble, the boarding school only puts a big vacation in two weeks.

In other words, it can be seen once every half a month.

"Where do you want me to go?" Zong Yan asked.

"Of course it is the county seat." Xiangle looked at the young man beside him. He felt that time was so fast that it was not very good. The child who still needed to be led by him had to go out to study.

"Okay." Zong Yan Ying said.

It is difficult to go to high school in junior high school in this era, and the teaching direction in the town is almost completely different from the county town. Some processes must go.

The sound of stepping on the gravel came from the distance, and the joy looked at the turn of the transistor, got up from the lounge chair and greeted it: "Ji Yan, what should I buy?"

"I don't buy things today, I will tell you something." Ji Yan entered the door, first looked up and down the young man and laughed, "Come on, let's find a place to talk."

"Oh." Xiangle was a little inexplicable, greeted, "Okay, let's sit in, 阙“, give some water. "

"Well." Zong Yan got up and rose, and walked to the stove to raise a teapot.

You must always come.

The electric light in the room was turned on, and Xiangle greeted the two people to sit down and said: "Ji Yan, what is it to be close? So cautious."

"Good things, good things." Ji Yan looked at the young man who was sitting down, and squeezed twice to the man who came to the side next to him.

"Not."

Xiangle was a little puzzled, only to listen to Ji Yan and said, "Is this such a thing, do you know the town's eastward family?"

"I know, what's wrong?" Xiangle was very familiar with the people in the town.

"Isn't his girl working at the printing factory?" Ji Yan said with a smile, "When you go to purchase, the girl girl looks at you."

Xiangle's look was slightly paused, the curtain was opened from the outside, and his eyes looked at it. Zong Yan came in and put it in front of the three people with water. He walked out without giving him a sight.

"You look at this child politely." Ji Yan raised the waterway. "The family was rich. Her uncle was the director of the printing factory. She also worked in it.

. ""

Zong Yan put down the tray and sat on the chair. The words in the room were clear, but he did not stop the right.

To protect someone, he needs to respect his choice and not to be embarrassed, but he feels that he seems to have been restricted. He is trapped in the mud.

[Host, do you stop it?] 1314 asked.

[Quiet.] Zong Yan said.

His thoughts were very heavy, and his mind obviously couldn't tell him the answer.

"But I still bring a child." Xiangle received a lot of information on a little bit, and for the first time, I realized that I seemed to be able to marry a daughter -in -law.

"Your conditions are actually pretty good. There were a lot of girls inquired about you before, but I heard that you took a child to retreat, but this is not the same, people don't think you bring a child." Ji Yan said, "And this is not this is not

I went to junior high school right away, and I lived in school, not hinder your husband and wife. "

Xiangle frowned slightly. He didn't like the feeling of squeezing the Bao Bao outside, as if they were good. Suddenly, the children must be the outsiders who avoided suspects.

He read the book and often read the news. He knew that he hadn't reached the age of marriage. Even if the other party really didn't care, he had seen how pitiful he had with the children of the stepmother.

Or here is the first place of Qi Bao.

"Ji Yan, I might not be married." Xiangle said.

Xiangle knew that the other party was kind. If you want to get married in Shili and Eight Village, how can you not rely on the head of a matchmaker.

"How about saying?" Ji Yan asked, "What doubts you have, you can discuss how you say."

"This house is not mine, it is Xun Baoer." Xiangle said.

He really didn't want to suddenly talk about marriage with a strange person.

Ji Yan obviously stunned and said: "You don't want to get married, right? I can tell you, but someone grabbed the girl, but like it.

It doesn't matter, what people mean is that you can go in the past. What are the reasons do you refuse? Let's talk about it ... "

Ji Yan lowered his voice: "I know that you have been dependent on each other since childhood.

My wife becomes a family, and then you will be alone. You still have it yourself? You should plan to get up. Don't wait for the good ones to be picked away.

"

Xiangle also stunned. He actually felt that his life was very good, and he never thought of getting married.

But one day, Ji Bao would get married and have children. There are many awards on the wall. He will go higher and higher. Now it is the town. In the future, it will be a county. Maybe you will go to the provincial city in the future.

Far, he can't follow it from time to time. He is not annoying, and children may be annoying.

"Forget it, let's not say it here, how about you first?" Ji Yan put down the cup and got up, "I said to the girl, and if you think it is inappropriate, I don’t say anything, okay

"?"

"No, don't." Xianglexin said, "Actually, I hurt my body earlier for a year."

It was a little silent in the room, and Ji Yan opened his mouth and said: "When is it? Will you not be in me?"

"Where can I talk about this?" Xiangle's ears were a little fever, "I'm a man."

"Then why don't you say it early?" Ji Yan asked.

"How can this kind of thing be spread casually." Xiangle said, "Don't tell me it."

"OK ... really." Ji Yan said to his mouth, and he was not at the beginning. "Then I go first, don't send it."

"Let me send you it." Xiangle opened the curtain and followed, and sent people to the gate.

Ji Yan looked at him and sighed and waved his hand: "It's a pity, OK, I walked away."

"You go slowly." Xiangle looked at the back of their departure, relieved, turned his head and saw the teenager who looked straight straight, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you want to get married for me?" Zong Yan's mood was a bit complicated.

He feels so thoughtful like himself, but he may care about this person than he thinks.

"What because of you." Xiangle walked into the room, brought the cup out, pulled the lamp and washed, and then sat on the lounge chair. "I don't want to marry a stranger.

"

There are a lot of people in the town, but he has seen people who have been free to fall in love in the county.

Zong Yan looked at him, and Xiangle reached out and shouted his hair: "Really, how can this use to lie to you, I just don't want to find someone to get together."

It's like at the beginning, he was obviously easy to be adopted, but he still chose to survive himself, just like he should not pick up children, or hold him home.

Xiangle felt that he was a bit rebellious in his bones, because he grew freely, so he only did what he wanted to do without having to be bound by anyone.

Although there is a teenager, he doesn't want to be aggrieved, but the reason is because he is willing, and the road of marriage, he is still unwilling.

Zong Yan let his hands open and looked at the starry sky easily. He felt that he had been blinded by his appearance. Even due to the influence of the times, the person's bones were by no means letting him go.

He understood each other, but he didn't understand himself.

"“ ““ ““ ““ “, No matter what you do, you have to close your own mind, don't be restrained." Xiangle took back his hand and put the last piece of yellow peach into the mouth.

Zong Yanshun had his hair and listened to the fan shaking next to him. He was rational, because of his rational thinking, he could solve all the problems encountered. Choose the best path.

But there is another voice in the bottom of his heart. I don't know when it starts, and from time to time, he will challenge his sense. Although he is often pressed, maybe many times he dare not indulge in that feeling for too long.

Because it is like a beast, it is difficult to control once it comes out, and he is accustomed to thinking about the problem with reason.

But such restraint and suppression, sometimes it may be a kind of fear. He always requires perfectness and does not make any mistakes, but his person is not being checked by the rules. Even if it is wrong, it is actually indifferent.

Feelings and rationality, he needs to think about this problem. An problem that has never been placed on the same level, but now it seems difficult to divide.

Nympho

The summer vacation of elementary school is not long. Zong Yan has visited the county seat and passed the county's entrance examination, and also determined the date of admission.

The morning light of that day was slightly, and Xiangle got up early to cook the eggs. The rolled paved covered on the tricycle, as well as a series of things such as clothes, kettle washbasin.

After breakfast, Xiangle locked the house, sat on the driver's seat, and Zong Yan sat on the co -driver, left the road made of stone in the touch of the touch of the road, and connected to the town.

It is also necessary to send the child to the county seat, and rushed to the county seat in the voice of the road.

The speed of the tricycle is still very fast, and the road does not pick up people, but in one or two hours, I arrived at the county seat. In the stuns of a number of parents and children about the county, the car stopped at the school gate.

They are all sending children, many people ride their horses, and many people driving tricycles.

School gate, small building, canteen, new schools and cities, which are novel to children.

Xiangle got out of the car and carried the packed bedding, and Zong Yan put on the baggage and other things, and walked into this campus.

There are not many steps for enrollment, but the teams everywhere are still very long. Some people know the words, some do not know, and the parents who come together with noise follow the figure of the joy.

Entry school, then accommodation, living in a bungalow. Although it is separated from men and women, many people live in a large room, and countless woods are made up and down. Many parents are picking the bed and paving the bed.

"It's not as good as home." Xiangle found a fitting bed, climbed up the stairs to put the bedding up, Zong Yan put the things down, picked the water with the basin, wiped the found cabinet, waited for the drying of the drying, waited for the drying of the drying.

Put things in one by one.

It is not difficult to clean up things, but after packing is packed, you have to report to the classroom. Class start in the afternoon.

"The school's discipline is very strict." Xiangle went out of the dormitory with him, watching the school's rules and regulations.

When do you get up, when you are in class, and when you run the exercise, there are strict regulations, and even late self -study.

"Fortunately." Zong Yan glanced at.

Although there is a late self -study, it is out of class at 6:30. Although the school is boarded, it is allowed to enter and exit.

After reading the rules and regulations after reading, the classroom is also close to the eyes. The beautiful small buildings, the corridor is a bit long, the aisle is a little transmitting, and the celebrity heads are hung on the wall.

Over.

He looked at the teenager in front of him. In the past few years, the people who looked like Xiaodou had a lot taller than their peers and much more worry -free than other children. But the more he was worrying, the more he couldn't bear it.

I want to hurt him more.

Originally, it was only the difference between the county and the town. It was not even to be seen every two weeks, and I felt a strong reluctance.

He squeezed his lips and vomited gently: "Should you take good care of himself in school? Is the money with enough money this time?"

"Well." Zong Yan Ying said.

"That's good, I will come to see you when I come to the city." Xiangle took his shoulders and walked towards the door of the teacher standing at the door of the teacher. "Learn it well."

"Um." Zong Yan tightened his fingers slightly, "Okay."

"Hello, teacher." Xiangle greeted the teacher.

"Is this classmate?" The teacher wore glasses and looked very sow.

"Zong Yan." Zong Yan reported his name.

The teacher looked at his name, and looked up and down: "You are Zongyu, go in."

Zong Yan glanced at Xiangle, and took a smile and patted his shoulder with a smile: "Go, I'll leave, I will come again in a few days."

"Well, be careful on the way back." Zong Yan said.

"I know, go." Xiangle beckoned to him, watched the teenager go in, and explored the neat tables and chairs from the window, and the smile on the corner of the lips when he turned away.

His child grew up, he didn't want him to grow so fast, and he hoped that he looked like an adult.

When the tricycle returned, some parents were laughing, and some parents were worried.

"Can be sent to school, I have a headache at home."

"I don't know what to learn."

"This first time I left home, I don’t know if I can take care of myself."

"Rest assured, there are teachers, I can't get out of the sky."

"Who knows."

The videos of Xiangle, Zong Yan's study career went smoothly. Whether it was an entrance examination or height, he was unique in the class.

Students in this era have a natural awe of teachers in the classroom, and they are very ignorant and shy about things between men and women. Even if someone has some thoughts, most of them stop in secret love.

Xiangle will come once every three days. At the beginning, there were many things with big bags. Later, I knew that the school did not allow snacks to bring snacks.

Make your children eat meat.

"I heard that your school has added foreign language lessons, can you keep up?" Xiangle was a little worried.

"Yes." Zong Yan said.

"Bao has always been smart." Xiangle laughed, "However, many children in the city are also very smart. Don't put it too much pressure on yourself."

"Okay, you are too." Zong Yan said.

"Rest assured, I will be lazy." Xiangle said, "It is also interesting to drive every day to walk around the car every day, don’t worry about me."

"Well." Zong Yan looked at him, "I have to tell me everything."

It is okay for so many years, but it does not mean that it is okay. The fate gear rotates. No one knows when it will close.

"Okay, the town said the bus again, and I don't know if I can pass this time." Xiangle said, "If you are all through, you will be more convenient to go home."

"Well." Zong Yan Ying said.

They talked a lot, or they said a lot, about the family, the chickens and dogs, and the operations of the small sales department, and he opened a new supply channel.

The school was fast, and at the time of the weekend, Zong Yan saw the young man waiting to be beckoned outside as soon as he went out of the school.

The round -trip round and forth between Xiangle in the town and the county town has not stopped. Even in winter, he still got up early, and Zong Ye's performance was beyond his unexpected stability.

Full score and first.

One entrance examination, a mid -term exam, as if he used his strength to interpret 100 points in his test because the roll surface was only one hundred points.

"We have set up the new year's goods and then go back, and then pick you up." Xiangle said when he took him in the winter vacation.

"Okay." Zong Yan Ying Dao, "Buy all."

"No problem." Xiangle took a scarf from behind the car.

"Okay." Zong Yan entangled the scarf and watched the car start.

"We still make braised meat this year?" Xiangle asked.

"Well." Zong Yan Ying said.

"Isn't it?" Xiangle asked under the cold wind.

"Oh." Zong Yan replied.

"Hahaha." Xiangle laughed.

The meat in this era is still very expensive. It is rich to be able to put on some meat foam in the vegetables in the New Year, but their New Year has already surpassed more than others.

In the year of the year, the seller was very lively, and because the TV was on, a group of people had to watch it with the cold wind. Even if it had not yet reached the Spring Festival Gala, it was tasteful to watch the news.

There are agricultural and commercial on the news. Various propaganda and strange things are mixed in it.

"To say that this national policy is good."

"Not ..."

"There are also planes."

"Look, that's a cannon."

"People can really fly to the sky, it's really amazing."

The news broadcasts, the sound of hot discussions continues, making the New Year's Day unprecedentedly lively.

"National business representative He Hongjun, Ren Bin, Xiang Jie, etc. appeared in this talks ..."

The people in the suit leather showed each other on the TV screen, and a child lying on the counter yelled: "Dad, the ugly baby looks like that person grows."

A group of people watched the past and said, "No."

"It's really a bit like."

"Eyes and mouths look very like."

Zong Yan looked at it and his eyes were slightly converged when he saw the name in front of the capable woman.

Xiang Jie, she also surnames.

Xiangle also looked at the past, and his eyes fell on the woman's face and laughed for a moment: "There are many people who have long like people, I am lucky."

"No, this is a national business representative."

"Living in the capital town, but there is a lot of money."

The people who mentioned around did not care much, nor did they think about the relationship between the people far away from the boss of a small sale department.

Xiangle silently tightened his fingers, and his heart was sinking. He knew those two words, Xiang Jie, like his surname, and his appearance was a bit like.

When he was very young, his mother was dead.

National business representative, Xiang Jie, really amazing.

In the night, the people slowly dissipated, and they packed up the cabinet, put the iron skin down, but stopped when they saw the self in the mirror, and found that it was really similar to it.

Zong Yan looked at the young man who was in front of the mirror and did not speak. The world line of this world did happen in the capital. He never had the relationship between the people in front of him with the capital, until the appearance of Xiangjie.

The protagonist's outstanding body of the Song people is not low, and his protagonist is subject to the bamboo horses. The family members are in business, but his mother is a second marriage, and there is a brother who has died before him. This brother is likely to be the young man in front of him.

Then, then, then

Among them, it is difficult to clarify by guessing, but the death of youth must not be related to the capital.

Because it is a stain or will it hinder their current marriage? Or can anyone else can't accommodate his existence?

But even if he can't tolerate, he will not ask for his life. Young people are never entangled.

"Brother, the surname of that person is the same as you." Zong Yan said.

Xiangle returned to sigh and laughed: "You also think people have something to do with me? My mother died when I was one year old, but happened to happen."

"Who tells you to die?" Zong Yan asked.

"Everyone in the village said so." Xiangle locked the counter and walked over and laughed.

Zong Yan got up and stopped mentioning, and when he was young, he saw a person similar to himself. His heart should be sad.

In winter cold, in order to save firewood, only one cymbal was burned at home. It was silent in the middle of the night. The sound of falling snow came from Xunjian to make the room a little bright.

Zong Yan listened to the breathing that had not entered the sleep beside him. He didn't speak for a long time.

Some things can only taste it by themselves, not the words of others can relieve the pain.

"年." The youth said, "Are you asleep?"

"No." Zong Yan said.

"Do you remember his mother?" Xiangle clenched the quilt and asked, and realized something, "Forget it, don't say it, don't think about it."

"Don't remember." Zong Yan replied.

The memory of the original body is a bit blurred, and he has never seen that person. As for his own, the memory has been blurred for so many years.

"I don't remember." Xiangle looked at the roof sigh.

He only listened to the village occasionally mentioning it, saying that she was beautiful, but many people were like taboos. They stopped mentioning one or two sentences, because she left him with a rebelliousness that year.

His grandparents, when there was a memory, his dad told his mother that his mother was dead. Later, he fell into the cliff because of drinking and walking at night, leaving him alone.

There was no way to find things at that time. He had complaining about his mother, but more envy for others and the thoughts of her.

If she is still alive, it may be young and capable, it may be very severe, or it may be gentle.

"Do you really miss her?" Zong Yan asked.

"No." Xiangle laughed for a while, "I haven't thought about her for many years."

Since the coming of Bao Bao, he has been accompanied, and many things have not been thought about, but I suddenly saw it today. It was a bit sad, and it seemed to make up for many years of regrets.

"If she is still alive, what will you do with a new family?" Zong Yan asked.

"Huh?" Xiangle turned his eyes a little question.

"I mean if." Zong Yan said.

It is impossible to make up for the lack of things. If you can, the past is also a good thing.

"I might want to look at it." Xiangle thought to laugh, "See what she looks like, just live well."

Zong Yan asked with a sinking breath: "Don't you recognize each other?"

"That should be disturbed, and it will also disturb us." Xiangle turned over and smiled gently, "Okay, go to bed, get up early tomorrow."

"Well." Zong Yan responded.

Xiangle closed his eyes, he wasn't in fact, because he already had his own home.

On the first day of the New Year, the snow and ice covered, but the red and bright firecrackers dispeld the dullness of the sky, bringing joy.

The Spring Festival Gala on the TV is broadcasting, and some people still watch in front of the store. The children come to buy things lively, or the spicy or sweet taste is full of it.

When Zong Ye washed his face into the door, he was stuffed with a red envelope by the young man like previous years: "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, peaceful and peaceful." Zong Yan said.

"Xun Bao was handsome again last year." Xiangle looked at the new clothes he wore and laughed.

"Your vision is good." Zong Yan said.

Xiangle blinked and blinked, carefully looked at Zong Yan, and even made him inexplicable: "What's wrong?"

"You suddenly speak like this, is it a cold?" Xiangle touched his forehead, "No."

Zong Yan: "..."

In the past, when Ice and Snow melted, I drove a tricycle and sent him to school. There were those who took the car and sent themselves to the horse.

Then, then, then

Xiangle watched the teenager enter the school gate, bought things under the cold wind and then went home. Although the tip of the nose was a bit cold, it was nesting in a warm room for a long time. This was very comfortable.

When I got home, it was a bit dark. When Xiangle stopped the door, I saw the cigarette butt that was destroyed under the steps: "The village chief?"
Chapter completed!