Good pregnancy from heaven: We are looking for the wife of the president

The weather is clear, the air is fresh, and the climate is pleasant. This is really a good day, more precisely, a good date.

After breakfast, Xu Tingsheng took Fang Zhiqi through the streets and alleys, and came to the old camphor tree.

The tree is still so tall, but the branches are thicker, the branches stretch out in all directions, and the dense leaves are shiny green.

Everything is as I remember it, but not like it.

The surrounding residential buildings are like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, quiet and peaceful, the youthful atmosphere has faded, leaving behind the taste of the years.

In the past, under the tree, there was a lot of excitement, with children playing, uncles playing chess, and aunts twisting Yangko.And there are always a few uncles selling snacks around, yelling while pushing the cart.Among them is an old man who sells candied haws, about 50 years old, with gray hair, kind eyes, and a pleasant smile.

While singing the familiar "Candied Haws" with his rough voice, he pushed a "[-]" permanent brand bicycle. On the back seat stood a straw target filled with crystal clear red fruit sticks.

The children like the red fruit sticks, which are sweet but not greasy, sour and not overwhelming. They also like the uncle's unrestrained singing. Every time the song that is familiar from all over the world is played, the children happily sing along.Lang Lang's singing and silver bell-like laughter echoed under the camphor tree for a long time.

Xu Tingsheng raised his head slightly, looking at the lush trees quietly, the happiest symphony in the world seemed to be still echoing in his ears at this moment, as if everything that happened was just yesterday.

Time flies, things have changed, the excitement of the past is now desolate.

There is no one under the tree, there is no sound of children playing, no shouting of snacks, and no uncle singing and selling candied haws. There is only this old camphor tree and old residential buildings.

"Is this the place you mentioned?"

The sudden voice next to his ear immediately brought back Xu Tingsheng's Piaoyuan thoughts, he withdrew his thoughts, settled down, looked at the beloved girl in front of him, feeling unspeakably depressed.It seems that the only one who will never forget this place is myself.

"This is the place we both come to the most. You like to sit here and draw pictures. You said that you want to draw people's happiness into your paintings; you said that only here is the warmest and happiest place in the world."

Fang Zhiqi looked around at the empty surroundings, the ground was spotless, not far away, the sun was shining all over the earth, illuminating the old residential houses even more vicissitudes and aging.

In her opinion, there is no happiness, warmth and joy in such a bleak scene.

Fang Zhiqi shook his head, disagreeing with Xu Tingsheng's words.

Xu Tingsheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh. It seems that there is still a long way to go before she can regain her memory.Now we can only come step by step.

Getting rid of the pessimistic thoughts that popped up in his mind from time to time, Xu Tingsheng arranged the easel he brought, took out the brush and handed it to Fang Zhiqi, saying:
"I won't mention the past for now. Qiqi, I haven't seen you draw for a long time. Come!"

Fang Zhiqi smiled, "Okay, then I'll try, I hope I don't forget!"

After finishing speaking, he took the pencil and skillfully walked on the white paper stroke by stroke, raising his arms and hands up and down, as if the temperature of his fingertips had merged with the white paper.

Gradually, there is a frame on the drawing paper.

Suddenly Fang Zhiqi's head throbbed, as if someone had whipped a whip hard on his head.With the whipping, some sporadic fragments emerged like waves in my mind.

Fang Zhiqi stopped writing, put his head in his hands, fine sweat broke out on his smooth forehead, and his petite face was as pale as snow.

Xu Tingsheng was startled, he pressed Fang Zhiqi's shoulder and was at a loss, "Qiqi, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Zhiqi bit her lip tightly and hugged her head tightly, trying to relieve her splitting headache.

At this time, the picture in my mind is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.But when she wanted to catch it, the picture suddenly disappeared like lightning.

The strange thing is that as the pictures disappeared, the pain in my head gradually disappeared, and my brain returned to normal, as if those pictures just now had never happened.

Fang Zhiqi's appearance fell into Xu Tingsheng's eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the symptoms in the book when people with amnesia wake up their memories. A sense of tension and excitement rose in his heart instantly.

"Did you remember something?"

His eyes were like black jewels, staring at her expectantly.

"Some pictures flashed just now, but now they are gone." Fang Zhiqi shook his head, looking confused.

The brilliance in the pupils dimmed instantly, and the heart fell to the bottom again.Xu Tingsheng took a deep breath, patted Fang Zhiqi's shoulder, and said softly:

"It's okay, take your time, you will remember it one day."

These words were to comfort Fang Zhiqi, but they seemed to be comforting himself.He was thinking that since a picture flashed past, it meant that her memory could be awakened, which was much better than no response before.

Thinking of this, his heart that had fallen to the bottom of the valley began to rise again, and the light in his pupils began to brighten again. He seemed to see the dawn of hope blooming in the sky.

Fang Zhiqi nodded and said gratefully, "Thank you, Sheng!"

After finishing speaking, she picked up the pen and continued to draw, with a concentrated expression, completely forgetting the discomfort just now, pursing her lips, her eyebrows and eyes were full of seriousness, as if at this moment, everything about her was on the drawing board.

From shallow to deep, delicately sketch, and then gradually cover it with fine shadows.Gradually, a still life sketch took over the drawing paper.

"Wow! The painting is really good!" Xu Tingsheng couldn't help admiring.

Hearing this, Fang Zhiqi laughed.

Her smiling face was as pure as a baby's, and it was like a ray of sunshine peeking out from the dark clouds, shining straight into the bottom of his heart.

Xu Tingsheng stared at the smiling girl in front of him with bewilderment.If time can be frozen in these sweet smiles, he is willing to give everything in exchange for it.

Fang Zhiqi stared at the painting in front of him, very satisfied with his masterpiece.She turned a deaf ear to Xu Tingsheng's fiery love.

Because her interest was all in painting, she changed to a new drawing paper, and began to concentrate on drawing the scene in front of her again.

After all, people like to do what they like. Even if she has forgotten everything in the past, Huahua will never forget it.This deep-seated love, no matter how many years you experience, no matter what changes happen, it still exists.

The sun is gradually rising, but no matter how high the sun rises and how hot the white light is scattered, half of the gentleness of the city is hidden in the shadow of the camphor trees.

Xu Tingsheng quietly looked at the girl who was serious about painting. There were no vehicles, no crowds, no hustle and bustle of the city. There were just him and her. He greedily enjoyed the quiet world with only two of them.

In addition to Ye Xiang, the air is only mixed with each other's body fragrance, how good and wonderful this feeling is!

However, happiness is often short-lived, so short that it will be interrupted before it can be recollected.

The crisp ringtone cut through the silence, Fang Zhiqi stopped writing and took out his phone.

It's Lao Qi's phone number!
"Hey, big brother!"

"I'm back, where are you?" Lao Qi asked with deep thoughts.

"You're back! Great, I'll be right back!" Fang Zhiqi looked excited.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zhiqi couldn't wait to go home. While packing up his tools, he said to Xu Tingsheng: "Brother is back, I'm going back!"

Xu Tingsheng felt sore in his heart, what was stolen was stolen, and it would never last long.In the past few days, he lived happily but was nervous, for fear of parting.

His worry was right after all, the stolen happiness was just a bubble after all, and the bubble would burst as soon as Lao Qi came back.

After all, she does not belong to her, and she will return to other men after all.

"I'll take you back!"

Xu Tingsheng suppressed the soreness in his heart, stretched out his hand, took Fang Zhiqi's hand, and raised his eyes reluctantly, his eyes were full of love.