Chapter 357

Lin Kai feels that the urgent thing is to let Ruoxi come back as soon as possible. Lin Kai is very worried that his mother doesn't even know Ruoxi!

Originally, I turned on the computer and wanted to confirm with Ruoxi that she would return home, but I just opened QQ and found that Ruoxi sent a long email to herself last night.

"Dear Dad, I miss you very much today. In fact, I always know your love for Ruoxi, that kind of thick and deep father's love, slender and far-reaching father's love, broad and far-reaching father's love. That kind of love has a long history. That kind of love hurts my heart. That kind of love will always be engraved on my daughter's heart

The weather beaten years left traces on my father's thin and calloused hands. Dad, I'm your daughter, inheriting the thick and colorless, without the attractive fragrance, I still bloom the profundity of cold plum; I am flowing with your blood, hot and warm without regret

Life, naturally, without the wings flying in the sky, is still walking and down-to-earth.

Over the years, you are still my lead rope and I am your kite. The higher I fly, the farther I fly. I saw how surging the river and how continuous the mountains are. I also saw a Wang of water of life flowing through the four seasons, spring and autumn and the change of years under your traction. Looking back, I can't see you. Did you let go or did your daughter get lost

I dare not look into your eyes every time. Occasionally, your stingy eyes bump into my silent tears and carelessly fall on the invisible experience. Dear dad, pull me back and your little cotton padded jacket back. After so long, I'm really tired. Your Ruoxi is very tired. I still want to be your eternal little cotton padded jacket and your little lover in your previous life

The setting sun and fragrant grass will always be cool and thin behind the flying clouds. The father's kindness and filial piety will always make life a dream far away. Some memories, such as the sunshine after the rain, are half wet and half brilliant. Even if the breeze blows in different directions, it is still inseparable from your tolerance. This text chants you into your daughter's heart, writes my stubbornness into your past, and blooms the towering green into the fragrance of jasmine at midnight

Memory is quiet and deep. Even the wind and dust of years can't get rid of the real clarity. Dreams are sometimes terrible. No matter how strong people are, they will be vulnerable in dreams. Stories come out of life. When they are engraved into eternity, the story begins.

Dad, I once had a dream that you died, dear dad. My cry woke my lover. I try to believe that it's the opposite if I don't dream.

In my daughter's heart, my father's willpower is firm. He never wants to drag down his children. He still stands and smiles at life. However, my father, my daughter's experience of this disaster makes me feel like a river of tobacco, and I feel the boundlessness of crows flying by. I don't want to worry about seeing off the dust fragrance at dusk, and I don't want to sigh about the smallness of a grain in the sea. I just want to rely on it well, warm it into my arms, make a cotton padded jacket that I don't want to change, or a weak and sentimental grass, and lie in my dear father's chest.

Childhood is like a stream without dust, always so warm and clean. Dad is like a big stone in the stream when he was a child, firm and kind, carrying children one after another. Dear dad, I always miss the house piled up with your mother's sweat. Without the touch of the sun, it still exudes the temperature of happiness. How much time has passed. No matter where I am, I have to go to see that old house every year. Every tile there, the well that has been filled up, and every Adobe there seem to prove my father's wisdom and strong helplessness. Now it has already become a ruin. Dear father, I have witnessed your change from handsome to calm. The vicissitudes of life on your face may be a little more beautiful than before, because your daughter saw you smile, and you let your children wear beautiful clothes and go to the school in the city. I know that hard work for my father can never compare with the happy growth of my children. The waves wash away the sand, but also a grain in the sea. It's a little bitter. It's just so in front of happiness.

Although I have low self-esteem, but in front of my father, I never, because my father will blame and feel sorry for any small scar. Who says that a man is the last hope of my parents? If anyone marries me, he has to be the shadow in the snow. Like a father, let me admire and never give up. However, in this midnight, will my faith and my mountain make me stick to it? Every time you watch the video, you will silently look at me as if you don't care about me, but your eyes betray your heart. I inherit your bad words, pain, fatigue, tears, swallow them, pull and hang them, but dear dad, it's really bad. I'm so tired. Don't worry. I'll still be your little cotton padded jacket and your little lover all my life

Dear father, my daughter is mature. From then on, drizzle and breeze are all my concerns. Heaven and earth are boundless. There will be hometown in and out of dreams. The shadow of the Moon leaves the morning dew, and the morning glory will eat dew grass. The water drops on the Jasmine are round and bright, still emitting charming fragrance. I know he is your eyes. With silent sadness and concern for my mood, he is intoxicated with Ruoxi's heart and Ruoxi's sadness

You are the most dazzling sunshine. No matter how dark the night is, you will illuminate my confused direction.

You are a towering tree. No matter how big and crazy the wind and rain, you will protect my peace with your body.

But dear dad, if you can't avoid the storm one day, you will still be scared, right? Don't be afraid, my daughter has grown up and mature. My daughter has her own ability to bear the wind and rain!

Dear dad, I'm coming back! Your little cotton padded jacket is coming back, but the more it comes to returning home, the more nervous my daughter will be. I said I would give my dear father a surprise. In addition to my admission to Berlin University, there will be a big surprise, but if Xi is really not sure whether this surprise will surprise you?

Dear dad, Ruoxi's heart is so nervous!

When Lin Kai saw his daughter's affectionate email, he suddenly felt flustered. The child must have something to hide from himself. But what can happen? Did the child find himself a foreign son-in-law? When Lin Kai thought of this, he suddenly felt afraid.

However, he soon overturned his idea. If Xi came out of the country after her heart was hurt, she should not be put into the arms of another man.

This man has been working hard all these days, just to make life more valuable and meaningful, and also to make life look like a living, so he takes pains to be busy, running from one side of the city to another, and then retreating from the noise to a quiet space; But when the night comes, the moonlight is pleasant, holding the soft light, standing by the window, missing Ruoxi's words, my heart is still puzzled!