C1011

This morning, about in Qingfeng's favorite shopping mall, this is Shang Yinran's proposal.

Jiang Jingtao came alone and arrived early.

It happened that he was sitting in the position that Qingfeng liked most, watching the people coming and going.

When Shang Yinran and severe cold arrived, they saw him in a daze.

Taking over the things in the hands of severe cold, Shang Yinran said in a low voice: "I'll just go there alone."

Severe cold nodded and said in a deep voice, "I'm waiting for you here."

"Well."

Finding Shang Yinran coming, Jiang Jingtao stood up and took a few steps forward.

Shang Yinran handed over his things to Jiang Jingtao.

"Is this?" Jiang Jingtao doubts to take over.

It's a picture book.

"Green maple stuff." "I think your wife will need it," she said

Jiang Jingtao was surprised and opened the album.

It was painted by Qingfeng.

"And this one." Shang Yinran said, let Jiang Jingtao turn to the last page, in the interlayer, there is a piece of paper.

It's a picture of Xue Suzhen.

Although Xue Suzhen could not completely forgive her for what she had done to her, she also sympathized with Xue Suzhen.

Xue Suzhen just loves Qingfeng too much. She loves the child who is not born to her.

As she said, green maple is her only hope.

Without that hope, she collapsed.

"Give this to your wife, let her know that Qingfeng deeply loves her, perhaps, she will get better because of this love."

After that, she went straight to the severe cold.

Looking at her back, Jiang Jingtao slowly clenched his fists and his eyes were aching.

He put his arm around her shoulder and asked in a stern, cold voice, "finished?"

"Well." She nodded with a trace of weariness.

Severe cold with her out of the mall, on the car, "go home."

"Good."

……

Rongcheng.

A courtyard.

"Shall we go out to play?"

"You go."

Boys light way, Xiaofeng eyes straight staring at the TV, children's fighting competition video.

"You go and play, don't mind me."

Wen Jun poem showed a shy smile: "it doesn't matter, I want to accompany you."

The boy's little sword eyebrows closed, and reached for the hand to smell the poem.

When the eyes of a cute hamster.

Boys hook lips, Phoenix eyes lingering with a layer of light doting light.

Just at this time, the kitchen aunt came out and asked two people: "what do you want for lunch in a while?"

"What do you want to eat?" asked the boy

The boy thought for a moment and two words came out: "meat bag."

"Meat bag again?" The kitchen aunt was surprised, "this has been eating for a few days, isn't it greasy? Shall we change it? "

A discussion, but the boy is pursed lip corner.

Wen Jun poem then said: "Auntie, let's eat meat bun."

"Well, all right."

When the kitchen aunt left, Wen Junshi shook the boy's hand, "you like to eat meat buns so much, just call it Xiaobao, how about it?"

"Little bag?" Whispering, the boy seems to think of something

"Little bag, little bag, little bag."

I feel that I have a good idea when I hear Junshi. The sweet girl voice keeps calling, which also brings the boy's thoughts far away.

Vaguely, he seemed to have heard someone call him that.

Besides, more than one person has called that.

In all this, can feel the call, he most miss a person's voice.

It's very similar to the sound now, a little bit sharp, but different.

"Baobao, what's the matter with you?" Found that the boy in a daze, Wen Jun poem doubt asked.

The boy regained consciousness and shook his head gently. "Nothing."

"Shall I call you little bag?" She asked, blinking her big doll eyes.

The boy was soft hearted and nodded uncontrollably.

"Great!" Wen Jun poem cheered, seriously said: "this is my exclusive address, only I can call you small bag, OK?"

The boy nodded again.

"Little bag."

"Shh." The boy turned his head and continued to watch TV attentively.

Although Wen Junshi didn't know why he liked two boys fighting together, he was quiet and watched with him.

An hour later, the kitchen aunt's meat bag was ready.

"Poetry, dinner."

Because the boy can't remember his name, no one else can call him.Wen Jun poem rose in response to the voice, thought about it, said to the kitchen aunt: "Auntie, later call him small bag."

"Little bag?" The kitchen aunt was stunned and then laughed, "did you get up? Is it because he likes to eat meat buns, that's why it's called "Baobao"