Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

He took out a cigarette, and seemed to be living in the memory again. Suddenly, it was a cold lip, which was raised slightly, revealing something that could be called a laugh.

Xia Ruoxin opened the door. She changed her shoes, put her hand on her face, and patted it twice, and then rubbed it to warm her frozen face, which was about to freeze.

A door opened, and Xiaoyudian showed a small head from the inside. Then she saw her mother and ran out happily.

"Stop," Xia Ruoxin reached out and pressed down.

Xiao Yudian stopped obediently, eating her thumbs, and blinked curiously, was her mother playing a game with Xiao Yudian.

"Yeah," Jia Ruoxin rubbed her hands, her hands were jelly, and it was better not to ice her daughter.

"Come back?" Gao Yi walked out of the kitchen with a spatula.

Suddenly, Xia Ruoxin felt a bit silly, "Gao Yi, would you cook?"

"Well, it's better," Gao Yi took the spatula back. "I can only cook noodles, and light rain will help."

Xiaoyudian held up her small chest. "Mom, Xiaoyudian is very capable and can help my father do a lot of things." She ran over and held Xia Ruoxin's hand. As a result, she touched Xia Ruomin's finger. Seems to be thinking.

"Is the mother's hand cold? Let the rain warm to the mother," said, and she grabbed Xia Ruoxin's fingers with her two little hands, and wanted to pass her temperature to her mother, because her little hand was too small. The two little hands, at most, caught a finger of her mother, and Xia Ruoxin asked her to hold her finger. She opened the door of the kitchen. Fortunately, it wasn't what she imagined as a flying chicken. It is still very clean. The water in the pot is already on. There are some noodles on the chopping board. They are from the supermarket and are better than instant noodles.

"Come on," she rolled up her sleeves, took over the spatula in Gao Yi's hand, Gao Yi grabbed Xiaoyu's little hand, both eyes were staring at the pot, then two There was a grunt in the stomach.

Gao Yi was very embarrassed, but Xiaoyudian didn't know what was embarrassing, what was embarrassing, and she touched her little belly.

"Mom, Xiaoyudian and Dad's belly are singing."

"Well, what song is the belly singing?" Xia Ruoxin picked up the noodles, dropped it into the pot, and still had time to chat with his daughter. Of course, the man was shut up. He is embarrassed now, so he doesn't speak.

Xiaoyudian touched his little belly again.

"Mom, the belly is singing. Drizzle and Dad are hungry and want to eat noodles."

"Well, let it sing again," Xia Ruoxin opened the refrigerator with one hand, and then took out two eggs from the refrigerator. In order to avoid what Xiao Yudian said again, Gao Yi quickly picked her up and carried her into the living room. Xiao Yudian was quite puzzled, and she continued to care about her belly.

"Dad, Xiaoyu no longer sings."

"Well, I don't sing," but Gao Yi's belly screamed.

"Wow, Dad's belly sang again," Xiaoyu lay down on Gao Yi's belly, listening to the sound inside Gao Yi's belly, and a small face all laughed.

And Gao Yi was almost crying.

The child's thinking is indeed very strange.

Xia Ruoxin brought out two bowls of noodles and came out. She put the noodles on the table. The raindrops held Gao Yi's hand, and she did not forget her father's serving.

"Dad, eat noodles."

And the intimateness of this child once again made Gao Yi unconsciously like her a bit, how obedient the child, but again thought that when this child was tortured in the hospital alone, he was still worried. It's not easy for her to be so healthy now.

Xia Ruoxin gave Gao Yi a bowl of noodles. She herself was a bowl. As for the little rain, just eat a bowl with her. She took out a small bowl, put some noodles in the small bowl, and then simmered. Some soup, let Xiao Yudian eat it by himself.

Drizzle took the spoon and drank the soup in the bowl. She lifted her chin contentedly. The noodles made by her mother were the best. She ate them again. Although her movement was awkward, but It can be stuffed into the mouth without eating on the table, and sometimes Gao Yi also feeds her, so she is so full on this stomach.

"Mom, it's snowing," Xiaoyu point out her finger and point out, and she's going to put her little face on the glass.

Xia Ruoxin came over, and sure enough, snow had fallen from the goose feathers outside, but for a while, the whole world was afraid to be wrapped in silver. The snow was very big, but it was also very beautiful. For the first time, Xia Ruoxin felt that the snow was beautiful. In fact, she didn't like snow, especially since four years ago, it snowed every year. Fear, it's too cold, it's snowy, and it's snowmelt. Because by then, it means, it's cold.

She is afraid of cold, and even more afraid of her daughter.

Now the whole room is heated, and the raindrops can run around with bare feet, and indeed many things have changed, even her heart has changed along with it.

"Mom, there's an uncle," Xiao Yudian pointed outside, and Xia Ruoxin looked up. She didn't see any men, but only a section of clothes with snow in her corner came into her eyes.

She closed the window and cut off her daughter's curiosity.

"Mom, can Xiaoyudian go out to play with the snow?" Xiaoyudian raised his face and asked Xia Ruoxin, and his little hand was behind his back, and he asked seriously.

"No," Xia Ruoxin crouched down, holding up her daughter's face. The raindrops couldn't play with snow. It was too cold outside, and the raindrops would get sick and get an injection. She said that she also poked her daughter directly with her fingers. The tender little face, the little tender face that hurts Xiaoyudian.

Xiaoyu flattened her mouth, but she knew she couldn't go out. She ran to the window again, put her face on the glass, and looked at the snow outside.

"Mom, there's an uncle," she stretched out her little finger and pointed outside.

Xia Ruoxin put down his paintbrush, how could he be an uncle? There are so many uncles walking outside. The little thing is that all strangers are called uncles.

At this time, the snow was flying, and after a short time, a layer of white snow had fallen on the ground. From time to time, a creaking sound was made. A man in a black trench coat stood under a big tree, and he stretched out his hand. In the palm of his hand, a lot of snow flakes have fallen, and Xue meets his body temperature and instantly melts into drops of water.