Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

"Ruoxin, are you okay?" She clenched Xia Ruoxin's hand, and a soreness appeared in her throat, and she asked with a voice, "Where's the rain, why didn't you see the rain?" She hurt the child For a long time, although she is not a granddaughter, but she really likes the child. Although, now that Ruoxin has left, his son is going to get married, Xiaoyudian is watching her mother go away, and her life is gone.

"Xiaoyudian is at a friend's house," Xia Ruoxin replied with a slight smile. He also pulled out his hand, and then placed the gift he bought in his hand in Wei Lan's hand.

"Auntie, this is a gift I gave to Gao Yi. It's not expensive and I don't have much money to buy, but this is my heart and I hope he can accept it."

"Okay, okay," Wei Lan secretly wiped her tears, she wanted to laugh, but this smile, twitching the nerves in the face, the result is laughter, but also bitter.

"Auntie, I'm leaving."

Xia Ruoxin nodded to Wei Lan and didn't stay here. She knew that people here didn't like her, so she felt that she was farther away.

Walking weakly on the street, is this still quiet? She put her hand on her eyes, and for a moment, she was stabbed by this light that was not so intense.

She blinked her eyes, and it wasn't until that kind of piercing went away that she knew that the heart injury could really come from her eyes.

Xiaoyudian clumsyly picked up the fish with chopsticks, put it on the side of the plate, and then clamped another piece. Chopsticks were bought by Xia Ruoxin in the Chinatown here. Many of them are domestic things. They are still used, after all. They have been used to it for many years.

After a while, she clamped some more and put it on the plate. After a while, she had clamped five pieces, but she didn't eat much.

"Do you keep it for yourself?" Xia Ruoxin rubbed her daughter's long hair, and soon she could braid her hair.

"No," Xiaoyu shook his head. "This is for Dad. Dad also likes to eat the fishes made by his mother. Xiaoyu is afraid that Dad can't eat it, so save the dad's color. When Dad comes back, there will be Fish, right? Mom? "

The chopsticks in Xia Ruoxin's hands slammed and fell on the table. Then, she picked up the chopsticks casually, and then removed the fishbone inside and fed her daughter.

"Mom, when is Dad coming back?" Xiao Yudian climbed down the chair by himself, ran over and hugged his mother's legs, and her small head was also close to her mother's knees, and her curly eyelashes were fragile.

"Dad came back soon," Xia Ruoxin coaxed her daughter, and then provoked the thorns in the fish. She went one by one, picked one by one, and fed it into her little mouth, and The pieces of fish that were stored in the light rain were still on the table and no one moved.

Xia Ruoxin put the pieces of fish in the refrigerator, yeah, when he returned, he could eat, just like before, but the moment she closed the refrigerator, she thought of something.

Once again, she opened the refrigerator and took out the fish fillets. Then she put the plate on the table, stabbed the meat, and ate it into her mouth little by little.

Fool, won't come back.

She went to the computer, turned on the computer, and just got on the line. Well, it turned out he was still there.

Xia Wei, "Are you still there?"

If there is a sunny day, "Well, so are you. Have the children at home slept?"

Xia Wei, "I just slept. She usually slept very early. She usually ate a meal and fell asleep after playing."

If it's sunny, "Are there any photos, can you send me a photo?"

Xia Ruoxin turned on the computer, and there were really a few of them. She picked up a few and posted it. The child in the photo was naive and cute. She played with a little black girl, one black and one white, but they were all the same. With clear eyes, two children with different skin colors and different countries, the friendship between them is not understood by adults.

If it's sunny, "Your daughter is beautiful,"

Xia Wei, "Thank you,"

Xia Ruoxin was proud of this because he raised his lips. Yes, her little raindrops are very beautiful, from childhood to most, she must be a big beauty in the future.

If there is a sunny day, "Exactly, I have something to tell you. We stand ready to hire you as my special artist. At a salary of 8,000 a month, the paintings you hand in on weekdays are the same as in the past. Yes, three hundred, how do you feel? "

Xia Ruoxin brought a cup of water, she sat down, put the cup next to her mouth, and took a sip just now, and then she squirted the water onto the computer.

Fortunately, there is no one here, and she is alone. Otherwise, if this dry state is seen, it will really surprise you. She quickly took the rag and cleaned the computer screen carefully. The piece of painting on the computer was still there, and she did not believe it, and then read it again and again.

Is this true? In January 8000, every picture she drew can still be sold for money.

Will there be such a good thing in this world, she lifted her face and stared straight at the ceiling, just wondering if a big pie would fall down in a while.

It was the pie that smashed others, but it was the pie that hit her, and this pie seemed to be a little too big. She was really afraid that she would not be able to eat it.

If you have eyes, how do you feel, please answer as soon as possible.

Do n’t you agree to be a fool? If you type a few words quickly, I agree.

She held her finger to calculate, eight thousand in January, she would draw about ten each month, sometimes more than twenty, one 300, ten ten is three thousand, if she draws If it is twenty, six thousand, in a month, she can get more than ten thousand yuan, and when her English is better, she can teach at a nearby school. It was the job that Little Black's mother introduced to her. Her professional knowledge has passed. After all, she used to work in the past, but the language is now unavailable. If she added this job in the future, she would earn one month and it would be enough for her and her daughter. , At least can eat a good meal, can buy her daughter and her favorite fish and all kinds of dishes.

She shut down the computer, and she has been depressed for the past few days. Finally, there has been some small looseness. Perhaps her future is still very bright. No matter what, the life is going to pass.

The red roses continue to be open and open, and the aroma is spread throughout the agricultural city. This is not a famous perfume town in France. There is no need to spray any perfume. The whole place here is full of sky perfume.

Almost all the people who come out from here have a faint fragrance, there are roses, tulips, and roses.

Bai Guomin picked up a palm-sized crystal piano from the table, and then held it up with his own hands.