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Chapter 192 Wuyin Day, may your afterlife be like a bright river (9)

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    Yu Wanfeng was a little dazed and moved.

    He sighed in the dark night: "Xiao Wan, please be quiet."

    What is being suppressed.

    Yu Wanfeng was dissatisfied: "Youhow did you tie it for so long?"

    Zhong Chumian did not speak.

    Girls' clothes are so troublesome, how does he know how to button them openly and secretly.

    Yu Wanfeng gritted her teeth, slapped his hand off, and wanted to tie it by herself.

    Possibly because I cried too much just now and didn't have much strength, the hidden buckle on the back was put on a few times, but it just didn't go on.

    She was frustrated and a little annoyed.

    Even clothes can't get along with her.

    She tossed it aside.

    Zhong Chumian frowned: "I'll catch a cold."

    Yu Wanfeng looked at him: "I don't wear this anymore, it's uncomfortable to sleep in Can you help me get my pajamas?"

    Her voice was soft, how could Zhong Chumian refuse.

    Get up and go to the closet to find her.

    The clothes in the closet were a bit messy, after searching for a while, I finally found them.

    When he returned to his side, the person who yelled to change his clothes was already sunk in the pillow, sound asleep.

    Zhong Chumian smiled.

    Leaned over and put her pajamas on.

    After thinking for a long time, he finally just kissed her on the brow, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, and turned to go out.

    She is a girl, and he always has to worry about her.

    At least, all the procedures that should be carried out are gone.

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    ¡¾Memories*Xu Mingchuan¡¿

    Ever since he could remember, Xu Mingchuan knew that his mother was a little different from other families.

    Unlike other mothers, she is always with her children.  She won't research any delicious and novel dishes for him, won't accompany him to the amusement park, or even parent-teacher meetings, she rarely attends.

    Before going to bed at night, it is mostly dad who tells him bedtime stories.

    There are only a few times in a year, when my mother does not go out and rests at home, she will hold him and tell him stories.

    The stories she tells are not as good as her father's, and sometimes she confuses the magic brush Ma Liang with the golden fishhook.

    Xu Mingchuan would also complain about his mother. Sometimes when he did something wrong and was scolded by his father, he would wipe his eyes and ask why his mother didn't accompany him, and whether his mother didn't like him.

    Dad felt distressed when he heard this, hugged him and said, Mom is a doctor, she can't accompany you because she wants to save more people.

    When he was a child, Xu Mingchuan didn't understand these things.

    He didn't understand why those "more people" were more important than him.

    Until one time, a classmate in the class found him, stuffed him with a large bag of candy, and said, "My father said that it was your mother who rescued my mother. My father asked me to thank you very much."

    That was the first time Xu Mingchuan felt proud of his mother.

    Later, he gradually became sensible and understood the responsibilities of the profession of a doctor.

    At that time, he already had a vague idea that he would like to save lives and heal the wounded like his mother in the future.

    When he was twelve years old, his mother bought Xu Mingchuan a bichon, it was so cute.

    Mom said that when she was not around, she would let the little bichon accompany him.

    The little bichon has been raised for more than a year and is very close to Xu Mingchuan.

    Xu Mingchuan entered junior high school, and the little bixiong would send him to the gate of the villa area every day, and wait for him to come back at the gate in the evening.

    Xu's family is well-off, with an aunt and a driver.

    But Xu Mingchuan likes to go to school by bike.  As a boy like the wind, he likes to ride in the wind.

    On the way to the junior high school, cross a street, pass through a mess of houses, go down the avenue planted with sycamore trees on both sides, and ride for only fifteen minutes.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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