Chapter 4 love kid

I've never seen Ling like her so much. Her expression almost makes people suspicious, if not scary.She hummed a song with no words, and continued to add to it with the convenience of her mouth, as if she could sing forever and always be fresh. She leaned on the armrest of the chair, as if she was about to stand up, but her toes tapped lightly on the ground. She moved, as if she was eager to beat the beat of her self-made song, and temporarily forgot to stand up.Her eyes were on the ceiling, as if there was a fresh rose there.Her ears seemed to be listening to the soft sound of the red tide on her own face ebbing and flowing.She was indeed a little carried away with joy.She jumped up suddenly, smiled to herself, and walked around the room several times in three steps and one jump, panting slightly on purpose, and opened her mouth even more in a smile.The hair covered the right eye, and it was thrown back with the elasticity of the neck, and then the hands crossed to support the head, and looked at the invisible fresh rose on the ceiling.

"Ling!" I called out to her. Her eyes seemed to be withdrawn from the sky to the world, and when she first met me, she moved away slightly and put it on the side of my ears and lips. "What do you like so much?" I "said" in a teasing tone-it didn't sound like a "ask". "Guess it," Ling Yongyuan said the two characters, especially the half of "bar", like two beads made of music, one big and one small. "Who can guess what's going on in your little dog's belly!" I smiled and subtracted all the weight from that "!".

"You stinky dongdong! Hit you!" When Ling was happy, "thing" was "dongdong". "Don't interrupt, just tell me!" "I won't tell you, I won't, I won't!" She still smiled, but the sound of her laughter, I'm afraid only I could hear it, was slightly unnatural. If I don't ask any more questions, she will show me some tears in about three minutes.If you must ask, you don't have to wait for three minutes to cry and be born excessively.I still don't dare to waste too much time. After a minute of calmness, the whole world will become a sea of ​​ice.Make a quick decision, but it's really not easy.There are countless little caterpillars in the life of love, and each little caterpillar is enough to make you laugh and cry.At least a few times a day.

"Good baby, tell me!" It's a little weak, I know.She smiled and walked towards me, putting her hand on the back of my wicker chair. "Shall I tell you?" "Good lover!" "My sister will come later." My heart falls from the clouds to my chest. "Yinglai is worthy of such joy. She came here last Saturday. There must be other allusions." There is often a little ghost in Ai's jokes, whose name is "Suspect".If Ling's face turned red again, my sin was limited to playing around; the red on her face faded, and I knew it would still be cloudy!

"You never allow people to make friends!" The first one flashed. "Ying is coming with someone?" My thunder also rang. "Ignore you, ignore you!" Yes, I guessed it right. An ex-boyfriend—I didn't dare to think about it in terms of love.But what does it matter if it's an old--let's say it bluntly--lover?It's okay, it doesn't matter at all!But, she is so happy?The sky was getting darker. Ling sat on her little black chair again.It also creates natural songs according to the convenience of the pronunciation mechanism, but it does not have the slightest song meaning.

She and I didn't talk at all, and we were both creating dark clouds in our hearts; Lei Shan took a break for a while, but the heavy rain was coming.No one is willing to put up a truce slogan first. The war between the two is more difficult to mediate because the relationship between them is not very important.A child is needed in a family, followed by a puppy or a kitten; otherwise, even a pair of angels, always together, must try to chatter a few words to give a little change to the music of love.Decided to hold a kitten, I plan; I can stop being angry, but "I" can't surrender first; well, plan to hold a kitten: white all over, short legs, long body, two small ears Like two little cotton lots.This little white ball will definitely reduce skirmishes between the two of us.must!However, how do you know if there will be a new war because of this little white baby?Divorce seems to be easier than holding a white cat, but this is crazy, even if I can't propose divorce!Gentleman?A gentleman seems to be of little value; he despises himself; he still cannot surrender to her first; he has to laugh in his heart; let's plan to hold a kitten!

Ying is here, let's condescend her to be a little white cat for the time being.No matter how good the sister-in-law is, she will always stand by their side when encountering conflicts between husband and wife, even small conflicts.Especially the aunt who is engaged, Xiang Ying, because she is in love with her No. 1 man in the world, she can't help picking out the faults of her brother-in-law in order to add some advantages to her.But I have my own way, I don't argue right and wrong in front of the two of them; I handed Lingying to Ying, and then went for a walk; how they talked about me behind their backs, they couldn't hear it, they didn't get upset, they said whatever they liked.In this way, Ying is a little white cat.

As soon as Ying arrived at the door, my hat was already in my hand, and I couldn't help but celebrate my haste, even if I wanted to be a great magician, it was not hopeless.What's more, the pile of laugh lines on his face, it seems that Ying is a medicine for laughing. "Going out, Communist Party?" Ying treated me—since she had a regular lover—with no respect at all. "Go see a friend, sit down, and wait for me to eat together at night." The voice followed my feet out of the room, obviously unusually lingering and humorous. Out of the street gate, my speed slowed down a lot, and I seemed to want to go back again.Why did Ying come alone without that person?Shouldn't we just wait outside the street gate and see what comes to light?Is it too stingy?Didn't Yan Zhiling peep at me from the crack of the door?Come on, don't make jokes!I happened to see a postman, and the color of his uniform made me feel sour.

I didn't want to see my friends; where should I go?We'll see.There are many women on the street, it seems that there are no men on the street today.And the women I met today are all very beautiful. Although I didn't compare them with Ling, Ling seems to have no clear image of beauty in my heart, as usual.From their beauty, I thought, what kind of character am I in their eyes?From this idea, the line of thought turned back to Ling. Does she admire me, or does she really love me?Admiring love is sacrifice, mindless love is true love, which kind is Ling's?I took a picture of myself through the glass of the department store, but I still couldn't see anything very unfriendly to women.Mr. Ying calls me the Communist Party. Maybe my beard is too thick, maybe it’s because I’m too good at debating?But Ling said before getting married that she "just" loves to listen to me.Maybe her ears are different now than they used to be?maybe.

It was time to go back. I looked at the clock inside through the window of the shop, and then took out my watch. This seemed to be a bit of an advantage, and I could save half a minute of grinding time; but I only walked for more than half an hour.If it’s not good, go home. It’s not like visiting friends in such a short time; A man came across, as if he had chosen me to ask for directions; there must be something special about my face, which seemed to be something to be proud of. "That's the way to go to Wanzi Alley?" He pointed forward. "It's not bad at all," he said with a smile, and he had to make up for that special spot on his face.

"It so happens that you may know that there is a family named Li in Wanzi Alley, two sisters?" "It's this kid!" I said in my heart.Then he said to him: "But, I also live there. The two sisters are so beautiful, modern, and have many boyfriends?" There seemed to be no sunlight on the kid's face. "vomit" a few times.I feel happier than eating hot and sour soup, and my palms are actually sweaty. "Will you carry a message for them for me?" "No trouble, it's going smoothly." "Perhaps you see them often?" "Don't dare, see them every day; they are so showy, they." Laughing at my own "Don't dare". "They didn't live in Wanzi Lane before. I remember I wrote them a letter. It wasn't Wanzi Lane, what street was it?" "Everyone in Dafosi Street knows their history. When they move, they will be number three in the local news section of the newspaper." "Ouch!" His "vomit" is a bit like a cow holding its breath. "Then, please send a message to them and tell them that I don't want to see them any more—" "Exactly!" I said to myself. "I don't have to tell you my name, they will understand when you mention my appearance. Thank you!" "That's easy! I'll definitely bring the letter!" I reached out and shook him. The kid turned back with more than five hundred catties of anger.I'm going home—not walking, but flying. Arrived at home.The victory made me wipe out the jealousy from my heart, and I was just happy, so happy that I almost kissed my aunt by mistake.But the scene on the street is still digesting in my heart, so I will bore them for a while. "Why hasn't he come?" Ying asked Ling in a low voice. I pretended not to hear.Say in your heart, "He doesn't want to see you again!" Ling turned the mill in the room, teasing me secretly with her eyes from time to time; I pretended to write letters. "You told him it was here, didn't you—" Ling asked in a low voice. "It's here," Ying seemed concerned, "I was afraid that he would go to see his aunt, so I wrote a letter saying that we both lived here. I didn't tell him that you were married." I was bubbling with laughter. "You never saw him?" "You know he is most afraid of women, especially married women." My ears seemed to startle. "He has been away for eight years, and I was as happy as a bird when I heard he was here," Ling said. I couldn't hold back "Who?" "The eldest brother of our uncle's family! He has run away from home for eight years! He may come after a while, and you have to hide when he comes. He doesn't like seeing relatives the most!" "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" My The voice trembled a little. "Didn't you go to see your friends? Who knew you would come back so soon. I want to tell you clearly that you won't believe your situation; stinky men have dirty minds!" Their cousin never came.