Chapter 243

Lin Kai and Xia Yuhan take Xin'er to the hospital and find a dermatologist.

"Doctor, look at this child. He caught it carelessly when playing with his little friends." Xia Yuhan said nervously to the doctor.

"Doctor, will you leave scars in the future?" Xia Yuhan asked worried.

"The child is small and won't stay. Don't worry! The medicine I prescribe for you must be taken on time. If you insist on using the medicine for external use after scab, you will be fine. " The young male doctor smiled and said to Xia Yuhan.

"Brother, thank you for today! Will you take Xin'er and me home? I want to go home, very much! I will give you a satisfactory answer tomorrow. " Xia Yuhan said to Lin Kai who had always been with him.

"OK, but is your wound okay?" Lin Kai looked at Xia Yuhan's wrist with worry.

"Brother, it's all right. Don't worry! I'll call you if there's anything. "

"Well! Then I'll take you back. " After Lin Kai finished, he sent Xia Yuhan and Xin'er home.

Seeing Xia Yuhan and Xin'er go in, Lin Kai feels tired and collapsed. I drove to j County Hotel and opened a suite.

Originally, he wanted to take a bath, but Lin Kai suddenly felt that he was tired and had no strength to take a bath. He went into the bedroom and lay on the soft big bed. Soon he fell asleep.

After Xia Yuhan came home, she said to Xin'er, "baby, mom needs to write something now. It takes about two hours. Will Xin'er lie in bed and sleep for a while?"

"OK, mom, Xin'er just feels a little sleepy." Xiner sometimes makes Xia Yuhan feel distressed.

Pick up her daughter and put it on the bed. After helping xiner take off her coat and cover the quilt, Xia Yuhan kissed xiner's forehead and closed the bedroom door.

Turn on the computer in the study and click QQ. In fact, when he was in the hospital, he had to write something first and prepare for two people's lives. He wanted to summarize one's life, so that Xia Yuhan always felt a sense of pride every time he saw the log written that year.

"Dear hungry, you always say that I am a depressed spirit at night and a happy angel during the day. In fact, I am just an ordinary person, not so isolated from the world as you say. For example, Kunqu Opera always pursues the realm of aestheticism, but it is far away from life and the masses. What it inherits is only the beauty of words and rhythm. How many people can really engrave this beauty into the skin and into the bone marrow? Few people, those who can inherit and understand that beauty, really few people.

Sister Lin's sorrow is always her own, not yours, and can't be imitated by others. Even if the sentence "funeral flower chant" causes your infinite sense of disappointment and feels deep into your heart, it is only a life resonance for hundreds of years. Everyone will have that feeling, but no one has said it, that's all. How much do you understand about sister Lin?

How far is it from your life when we hold ancient poetry or taste a word and think we have integrated into an artistic conception and mixed feelings? What really moves us is the real thing, not the aesthetic thing.

A tear without dregs is far more powerful than a poetic word, and a solid hug is far more shocking than a weak miss. That's how things are, that's how people are.

You can't say the euphemism of "the wind and the moon on the willow bank" or the bold and unrestrained of "the big waves go east and wash out the waves". A simple frown and a gentle sigh have told you everything on your mind. Permanent things are always close to life.

Who can despise the sweat of the working people?

Who can trample on everyone's heart?

What is divorced from life and reality can only be worshipped, but can not be approached and accepted.

A person should live like himself. Maybe you can find someone else's shadow everywhere, or mistake you for another person, what about yourself? Where have you been? Sometimes you really lose yourself.

In such a simple life, I am busy for my livelihood, tangled with emotion and worried about trifles every day. Sometimes I escape to the sadness of others and feel my bitterness. Sometimes I hide in the prosperity of others to hide my loneliness. When I come out, I am still the same me. Never more nor less. Say your gossip, shed your tears, feel your growth, and don't have any emotional sustenance

When it rains, I think of the big pond when I was a child and step everywhere in light rain shoes; The Elaeagnus angustifolia sold on the street, one by one, is called mouse excrement. A small bag can be eaten for a long time; Flowing river, clear water like childhood, gurgling through my heart, that happiness is my own, real and most beautiful.

Everyone always has his own destiny.

No matter how many predecessors' experiences and lessons will be like a dead letter. History has been staged for thousands of years. The reason why resonance is resonance is that they have experienced the same pain, and some things are inevitable. All roads should be taken by yourself. Through, it will be a wealth. In the years of walking and growing, it will be played into a movement that only belongs to itself, or bitter, or sweet, really, bit by bit, which will move itself and others.

Others always say I'm too stupid. I just believe in my own superstition and stick to my own persistence. I want to protect it with all my strength and not shake my faith for the slightest bit of the outside world.

The reason why personal feeling belief is faith is that it occupies a large enough weight in your life until you can die for it.

The flower in the corner of the wall, when it admires itself, the world is small. But the Dogtail grass on the roadside is small when it swings with the wind.

Life is an art, one's life needs more carving.

Everyone may become your passer-by, performing a long or short drama in your story, but some people stay in your life for a lifetime.

In the end, will the four words "let it be" become the whole of your taste of life? The vicissitudes are not innate, but an irreplaceable temperament formed in the polishing of life.

I would like to commemorate my life with this article.

After Xia Yuhan finished writing these messy feelings, he suddenly felt an unprecedented fatigue. Suddenly, he thought of Lin Kai's sincere eyes hidden behind the gold wire glasses, and thought of the hug that makes people feel very practical. Suddenly, he wanted to have a solid and stable hug to lean against, and wanted to be held tightly by this man

Picked up the phone, found the familiar number and pressed the dial key.