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Chapter 155 After Missing Becomes a Habit...

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    When Qin Wafan drove home the first motorcycle in his life, the neighbor next to him just went out and saw him wearing a white helmet and riding a brand-new motorcycle with a white body, he smiled and greeted him loudly:

    "Ah, Fanfan, you got a raise? Such a beautiful new motorcycle!"

    "Ah, thank you, Aunt Chen!"

    Qin Wafan drove up to the brakes in front of Aunt Chen and stopped, lifted his helmet and said with a smile:

    "Are you going out?"

    "Yes, alas, our son's car has recently been placed in the repair shop. Hey, I think his car is not as neat and majestic as your two-wheeled one!"

    Aunt Chen's envy is sincere, and there is also a subconscious comparison.

    "Each has its advantages. I want to work, and the leader lent money to buy it. I need a motorcycle to be faster. Otherwise, riding a bicycle is more healthy."

    Qin Wafan didn't really want to say that it was borrowing money, but thinking about how Aunt Chen's family usually helped his family a lot, he said it frankly.

    "Ah, Fanfan, your parents really gave birth to a good son. He is filial and capable, he is appreciated by the leaders, and he knows how to live with savings! Unlike my family, who bought a car with borrowed money to save face, okay?  , After less than a year and a half, I went to repair it several times, and said at the time that I could bring some incidental work, but this one is always closed, and I don¡¯t think it even earned back the cost!¡±

    Sure enough, once the housewife stopped, she couldn't walk for more than ten minutes. Qin Wanfan knew the average length of time his mother stayed when she met the neighbors and aunts.  But at this moment, he didn't want to just play it off just because of the small talk, he deeply understood that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors.

    A while ago, Zhao Hong had a big reaction during her pregnancy. Aunt Chen¡¯s car helped him and his wife a lot. Although they paid for it, it was on call and efficient. Even taxis were not so timely.  It was an ambulance, and he was infinitely grateful.

    "Auntie, Brother Cheng's car is really good. It's comfortable and majestic to sit on. Usually, Brother Cheng drives and takes Sister-in-law Cheng to work together. How nice it is!"

    Qin Wanfan's envy is also sincere.

    He had long been looking forward to the day when he would bring his wife and family to drive on four wheels. He thought it would be soon, but he didn't expect that when the big waves hit, he didn't die, but he lay on the beach.

    "Hey, boy, buying a car is just that good. It's just that the couple don't know how to live frugally."

    Aunt Chen smiled brightly, but her mouth was still hurting her son.

    If you want to say the biggest credit for this car, after buying it, Aunt Chen's son married his beautiful girlfriend who had been talking for many years but didn't make up his mind to marry him.  , I have to say that this is also an achievement. In Aunt Chen's heart, buying a car for her own home and completing her son's lifelong event is worth it.

    "Hey, Fanfan, if you work so hard, you will definitely have a great future. Let alone a car, you can choose a house or something."

    Aunt Chen encouraged Qin Wanfan, and at the same time responded to another aunt who greeted her in front, probably making an appointment to go out together.

    Qin Wafan agreed with a smile, and waved goodbye to Aunt Chen.

    Fortunately, Aunt Chen bid farewell and left. Otherwise, she thought about it, and Zhao Hong got married without asking Qin Wafan for a house or a car. There should be another comparison.

    "Honey, be happy, you see, I didn't ask you for a house or a car, so I married you!"

    Aunt Chen was not at the turn of this comparison, but Zhao Hong, who had been standing at the door of Qin's house waiting for her husband to come in, listened to all of them, and gave Qin Wafan a sweet treat.

    "Yes, you are my good wife. We are destined by nature, so we can't use those vulgar things like houses and cars to make weeds grow in our relationship. Isn't it even worse if we can't pull them out?"

    After Qin Wanfan blurted out these words, his heart trembled again involuntarily.

    "Wow! Husband, you are really amazing, and you are almost ready to speak! It seems that our baby has the potential to become a literary artist or something in the future!"

    Zhao Hong, who was thinking about how to provide better prenatal education every day, did not slander Qin Wafan's words as usual, but immediately showed such an exaggerated expression of admiration on her face and gave such a big compliment.  It seems that she is in a good mood today.

    Such praise made Qin Wanfan very fond of it. He parked his motorcycle, smiled and kissed her big round face.

    The moment he entered the door and turned around to look back, the full moon hanging high above the roof tiles of the building made him feel uneasy again.

    Probably because longing has become a habit, and I don¡¯t feel like seeingI don't see any pain from that person, but many of my preferences and habits unconsciously bear her color.  Otherwise, since he is a science student who pays attention to lines and numbers, and his speech is always dry, how could he come out with such literary and otherworldly words without thinking?

    Besides, the new motorcycle he just drove back today, if he chooses it himself, before college, he will definitely choose red or black heavy-color series, but she likes white, and throughout the spring, summer, autumn and winter, she mostly wears  Pure white.

    So, unknowingly, except for the sportswear that was always dark blue when he was in school because he was worried that it would not be washed clean, the rest could be white, and he naturally chose white. In other words, there was more white in his favorite colors.  this color.

    She is no longer a certain kind of flower planted in his heart, but the soil fused into one by his heart. She will not hurt in reality, but will only appear unconsciously, affecting his choices of words and deeds.

    The only thing he has to do is to control himself and not talk in his sleep. Of course, he can't control it. Once, he called her name in a dream, and his wife Zhao Hong heard her.  He shakes awake.

    With a dazed face, he listened to his wife saying that he turned back and forth between the pillows and called "Jianjia, Jianjia". Looking at his wife's equally dazed and curious eyes, he finally subconsciously found an excellent saying:

    "Ah, Jian Jia? It's just that I couldn't recite the poem "Book of Songs" when I was memorizing texts in high school. When I was laughed at, I was depressed. I guess I was so depressed that I would express it in my dream!"

    "Then have you expressed it?"

    At that time, his wife met him not long ago and was still in the sweet period of freshness.

    "Oh, isn't this just about expressing"

    "The result was woken up by me"

    Zhao Hong felt a little guilty at the time, if he didn't push him and let him go through this painful process in his dream, maybe it would be better?

    "Ah, yes! But it doesn't matter, if you don't push me to wake me up, I will also be woken up by people laughing at me in my dream. Fortunately, you pushed me. My life has one less ridicule and more warmth!"

    "Why!"

    "Wife, what's wrong with you? Are you still sighing?"

    "Well, it seems that it will be very difficult for our future children to become literary talents!"

    "Hahaha It's okay, as long as you can become a talent, besides, maybe we have such potential, but we were not stimulated, and the result just happened to be passed on to them? Right?"

    Qin Wafan laughed out loud.

    "Oh, you are very optimistic! After you are convinced, can't you feel sad and sad because of what I said?"

    "Why do I still feel sad when I have such a good wife?"

    Qin Wanfan was puzzled.

    "Sorrow is poetic!"

    Zhao Hong smiled sweetly, but it didn't warm the frost in Qin Wafan's heart at that time. He waved his hands again and again, saying, don't want poetry, don't want poetry.  Pain becomes poetry, isn't the four years of college life that just turned around not sad enough?  He would rather be a deaf-mute than experience that pain all over again.

    However, he didn't expect that after she disappeared from his life, she would take root in his heart so unconsciously, and let the lotus flower of literature, art and poetry bloom in his heart.  what is this?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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