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"Because I suddenly remembered a person who likes to read under the apricot tree, your mother, He Xiangning."
As soon as Xia Wangchuan's voice fell, Qiu Jiyan's deep eyes narrowed tightly in an instant.
"What exactly do you want to say?"
Xia Wangchuan heard the doubts and slight anger in his voice.
He subconsciously took a step back. To be honest, Qiu Jiyan, with the angry face, was as majestic and cold as an iceberg.
"That's right, my uncle and I talked for a long time this morning"
The branches of the old apricot tree sway gently in the breeze, causing thousands of leaves to rustle, like a narrator's tone, and like listening to a person's heartbeat.
The sunlight gradually changed from vertical to slanted, and the air was still very muggy.
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After all, this is a long but not romantic story.
Although the real protagonist of the story has passed away, no one knows how to evaluate her past.
Even the man in front of him, who always stood upright, could not tell from his gloomy and speechless facial expression from beginning to end what he thought about such a story.
"Are you thirsty?"
Qiu Jiyan saw Xia Wangchuan swallowing and asked in a low voice.
Xia Wangchuan felt a little strange in his heart. How could this man be so calm and indifferent.
"I'm not thirsty."
Xia Wangchuan shook his head and wanted to say something more to the other party, but suddenly he didn't know where to start.
Such a past story about the Qiu family, the Mu family, father, mother, ethics, human nature, responsibility, desire and other elements was suddenly thrown to a person on such a sunny and breezy afternoon. A man who has been confused and depressed for many years because of it.
"We are also listening to such an old story. As the listener, we must be touched and felt completely differently.
Because this is his story.
Xia Wangchuan saw Qiu Jiyan's hands stretched out from his trouser pockets and moved his long-standing steps.
His legs looked particularly long from his own angle. Xia Wangchuan knew that they were two strong, manly legs that could support a man's stalwart body.
But for some reason, Xia Wangchuan is inexplicably worried now, worried that they won't be able to withstand the shock of those heavy past events to a person's soul.
But he found that he seemed to be a little worried.
Qiu Jiyan has walked steadily to the old apricot tree, stretched out his right hand, and gently stroked the thick and mottled trunk.
"You said there is an apricot grove on the mountain behind your home that she likes?"
There was something in Qiu Jiyan's eyes that Xia Wangchuan had never seen before. It seemed very soft and warm. It seemed to be an emotion that Qiu Jiyan had never shown before. It was different from the love between herself and him, but a kind of complex and inseparable family affection that had sprouted anew.
Xia Wangchuan was startled for a moment, "Yes, it is a very old forest, but it was winter when you went there and you didn't pay attention."
Qiu Jiyan nodded, "After a while, I want to accompany you back to your hometown to see the place where you picked frozen pears for me, andthis forest."
Xia Wangchuan nodded vigorously
At this moment, he suddenly felt a faint sourness in his heart, mixed with happiness and comfort. But for some reason, there was an inexplicable feeling of wanting to cry that filled his chest.
There may be some things that don¡¯t need to be said, and people who understand them will naturally understand them.
No matter what, he knew that the overlapping icebergs that had been lying in Qiu Jiyan's heart for many years had begun to slowly melt.
Because many times, true love needs the truth to penetrate it.
Although Xia Wangchuan knew that he had never been a talkative person, he now found that he had asked a somewhat rash question.
"Thencan you be more open to my father?"
People are always a little selfish.
Xia Wangchuan admitted this. After all, for Qiu Jiyan, whether he can look past everyone and all the emotions in this long past, especially his resentment towards his father, is crucial to his future relationship with him.
"Um,?Thinking fiercely of Mu Lin's manly face in his mind.
?????????????????????????????????????????? He was still full of resentment when he first thought about it. As he thought about it, he began to recall little by little the little man's strong body, huge tools, obscene words and the indelible smell of a gangster all over his body.
That man seemed to have a very strange thing on his body, like a wild peach. Although it was rough and hairy, after biting it open, you would find that it was not only delicious and sweaty, but also full of the taste of the original peach.
There was a knock on the bedroom door. The knocking seemed a little chaotic, but full of force.
Qiu Yuebai was stunned for a moment. As soon as he walked to the door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol rushing in from the crack in the door.
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