Wen Qingzhu remembers that some doctors in the hospital said that women always like to ask some strange questions. Sometimes the answers are obvious, and they also ask them, just to know the answers from your mouth.

Wen Qingzhu stroked Mo Qiuxi's hair, "Qiuxi, you have to believe me, cold Wanqing is in the past, you are my wife."

Wen Qingzhu's words are also very obvious.

Mo autumn Xi mouth with a trace of sweet smile.

She is really easy to be satisfied, with this sentence, she is at ease.

A good night's sleep, Mo Qiuxi didn't think about anything else.

The next morning, Wen Qingzhu got up to make breakfast. He also cooked the sweet potato taro that Mo Qiuxi brought back last night.

He knew that it was bought by Mo Qiuxi's parents at the farm over there.

In fact, these are all good things. How can they dislike them!

When Mo Qiuxi wakes up, Wen Qingzhu has already made breakfast.

When Mo Qiuxi saw sweet potato and taro on the table, he was surprised.

"These are all good things. I know you like them. I made some in the morning."

Listening to Wen Qingzhu's explanation, Mo Qiuxi's heart is warm.

She really likes to eat it. When she was a child, she lived in the countryside and often ate it. Her parents planted it. If she couldn't eat it, her parents would make dried sweet potato and taro

Moreover, in winter, they eat baked sweet potato, although all these years, but the taste of baked sweet potato, she always remember very clearly.

That kind of long lost taste, let Mo autumn cherish now in the heart all pan sweet.

Wen Qingzhu looked at the smile on Mo Qiuxi's face, picked up a sweet potato, peeled half of its skin for her, and then handed it to her, "be careful to iron it, eat slowly."

Mo Qiuxi took over and ate one mouthful at a time. He couldn't help but say, "when I was a child, I lived in the countryside with my parents. At that time, they were all bungalows, at most two floors. On snowy days, my house was burning a hot Kang and baking sweet potatoes under the stove

Looking at the snow outside and eating baked sweet potato at home, I still remember that the flavor of Spring Festival was very strong at that time... "

Mo Qiuxi recalled that when she was young, she didn't know anything. She was spoiled by her parents and was carefree. As long as she had food and clothes, she was very happy.

When people grow up, there are more troubles.

Is it because growing up, people greedy, want more, so more trouble?

Mo Qiu Xi eating sweet potato, heart through a lot, so also put those unpleasant in the ear, after a day happy a day.

Mo Qiuxi has a holiday, but Wen Qingzhu works in the hospital, shifts, and doesn't have a holiday at all.

He is really busy. Mo Qiuxi doesn't want him to worry about trifles. She tries to be happy every day. When Wen Qingzhu is not at home, she paints by herself and continues to be proficient.

In fact, Mo Qiuxi is very talented in painting. Her teacher once said that her painting has soul, but she didn't find her own style.

Maybe it's because of eating sweet potato in the morning. Mo Qiuxi thinks of many scenes when he was a child and many legends that the old people in the village talked about when he was a child.

Mo Qiuxi began to draw these on paper.

She found that she especially liked to draw these, so that she could integrate into them, as if she could trace back to her carefree age.

This painting, she forgot the time, forgot the place, into which, but will be more happy.

Mo Qiuxi is very happy all day. She takes pictures of her paintings with her mobile phone and passes them to Xie Yan'er to get her advice.

She doesn't know why. It's clear that Xie Yan'er is younger than her, but she always feels that Xie Yan'er is a girl with special ability, which makes people believe involuntarily.