Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   He Junfeng looked at her deeply for a while, then suddenly interrupted the conversation.

   "You've been working **** the train all the way, rest early, and talk to you tomorrow if you have something to do."

  Su Haitang gave him a suspicious look, nodded and said nothing.

   "The clothes are beautiful."

   He Junfeng suddenly complimented her in a low voice and picked up the bag on the outside chair.

   "These are prepared for you by your grandma, grandma, grandma, and other relatives. They are bought according to your size, and there are pajamas. You can go to the bathroom and try it on. It will be cool at night."

  Su Haitang remembered a bunch of relatives whom he had met in the afternoon, and found that he didn't remember any of them, as if he was also infected by Cheng Yuanzheng's inability to recognize people.

   "I," she said, wailing, thinking of her previous evasion and keeping a distance, she felt that she was too hypocritical. "thanks."

   In the end, she still had the cheek to thank her and accepted several gifts in an oversized bag.

  She wasn't so awkward, and she wasn't afraid to accept other people's good intentions. It was her consistent rule that she had a relationship.

   If it wasn't for the influence of her past life memory and the belief that she was not the daughter of the He family, she would have behaved more magnanimously because of the pretentious things she had done before.

   Alas, she also began to be hypocritical.

   This shows that she is no longer worried about food and clothing, and has time to be sad.

   is progress.

  Su Haitang unraveled herself.

   "You don't need to say thank you to me, just be polite to your relatives." Seeing her softened attitude, He Junfeng put away his guarded thorns and tried to accept their kindness, and his heart was a little sour.

It was as if he had seen a wounded and bleeding hedgehog, huddled together in self-preservation, but bravely tried to find soft, unprotected flesh at them, ignoring the still bleeding wound, for fear that it would pierce it. hurt their well-intentioned hands.

   This is a good boy with a soft heart, worthy of being held in the palm of his hand and pampered.

"I've been busy recently, so I didn't have time to prepare a present for you this time. I see that you like reading books, so I brought the dictionary storybook I bought for you before. You can look it up when you are free during the day. You can also ask me."

   He Junfeng pointed to the other bag on the chair. It was square and thick and contained a lot of books.

   "Dictionary? Great, I've been wanting this! Thanks!"

  Su Haitang thanked him in surprise, couldn't wait to put down the clothes bag, and went over to open the book bag.

   When He Junfeng saw her happy appearance, the corner of his mouth tickled, and then he pursed it tightly again.

   An ordinary dictionary makes her happy like this...

   "Haitang, if you're not tired, let's sit down and study for a while?"

   He Junfeng suggested, his voice was low and gentle.

   "Okay, okay, I'm worrying about this." Su Haitang happily agreed, holding the paperback version of the Xinhua Dictionary without letting go, and then asked thoughtfully, "Will it not delay your rest?"

  He Junfeng stepped into the room, motioned her to sit on the single bed in the corner, turned on the flashlight, and asked Su Haitang in a low voice, "I read you a story?"

   Ever since his wife was pregnant with a child, the couple have fantasized about how to have a child.

  The young couple are deeply in love, and the lively discussion outlines a happy and beautiful family life, and the children are the most important part of it.

  The two foolishly say silly things together, do silly things, and laugh happily for a long time for no reason.

   Reading storybooks to children was put on the agenda early on. It was a fixed group activity for a family of three that started in the womb, and it was planned to read until the children grew up, and then read them to their grandchildren.

   But no one thought that a terrible accident interrupted their beautiful plan.

   After 18 years of reading the story, the most important protagonist was missing, and the family of three who should have been laughing and laughing was replaced by two people who were relatively sad and weeping.