One big and one small are practicing love

Half a year later, although Wang Luoxia left, she gave Sun Xinxin's mother alimony and asked her to take care of Liu Xiaochen's life.

Now that I think about it, I am really scared if I am really taken away by my second uncle. Then Liu Xiaochen will be destined to be used as a labor force, taking care of heavy housework, without the opportunity to study, and maybe in the end he will be married to an unwilling person in exchange for money from his second uncle's son to marry his wife.

Liu Xiaochen is currently sitting in the university library, reading literary works and wiping away tears. Again, I felt a deep sense of gratitude. I miss my father, mother and younger brother very much, I miss Wang Luoxia, I miss Zuo Kunmin...

The phone vibrated, interrupting Liu Xiaochen's thoughts.

It's the alarm, there are still fifteen minutes of class. I lowered my head to read again, only to see half of the fifty-eight chapters. I closed the book and had no choice but to return it tomorrow.

Liu Xiaochen took a photo of the text where he cried just now, sent it to Zuo Kunmin, and edited the message.

Teacher Zuo, thank you and Teacher Wang very much. I was supposed to be the fate of these maids, without parents, no refuge, and no future. It was you and Teacher Wang who changed my destiny, allowing me to have enough food and clothing, go to school, be sensible, broaden my horizons, and have love and care. Teacher Zuo, now, I miss you so much. How are you over there? When can you come back?

After sending the message, Liu Xiaochen wiped his tears with a tissue and took a deep breath. Pack up your books, then pick up your schoolbag and walk quickly to the classroom.

I came late to take the elective course "International Finance and Trade". The back row and the middle were all full, and only the first two rows were left. Every time I take a compulsory course, the seats in the front are filled up early. For elective courses like this, the seats in the back are filled up first.

Liu Xiaochen usually didn't care where he was in front or behind, he would sit wherever there was a seat. It’s just that in the past two weeks, in order to read books about movies and TV shows, I always choose to sit in the back row.

This time I wanted to catch up on the teaching materials for the first two lessons, but I was late, so I had to sit in the corner of the second row. It was not in the teacher's visual center, so it would not be too embarrassing to look down at the teaching materials.

As soon as Liu Xiaochen sat down, the class bell rang.

Liu Xiaochen hurriedly lowered his head, rummaged through his canvas bag for textbooks and pencil cases, and arranged the stationery. After doing this, the teacher just walked into the classroom holding the book. Liu Xiaochen habitually took out his cell phone and checked whether it was muted.

When the phone screen lit up, I saw six unread messages. After unlocking with my fingerprint, I clicked on WeChat to see.

One is from Shen Liang, and five are from Zuo Kunmin. When Liu Xiaochen saw Zuo Kunmin's avatar showing 5, he was slightly surprised. He usually only sent two or three messages, but never so many at once.

After hesitating for a moment, Liu Xiaochen clicked on Shen Liang's message first. Because I sent a message to Shen Liang at 7 o'clock in the morning, asking him what time was convenient, and going over to deliver books to him and treat him to dinner. At this moment, Liu Xiaochen thought to himself that he should go back to Shen Liang first, because there was only one message and the time to read it was short.

Leave the book at your place for now, and let’s talk about dinner later. I am currently interning at a film and television company in Hangzhou. I will not be able to return to Beijing until my graduation defense in May this year. I will contact you then.

Liu Xiaochen finished reading and replied: Okay, come back and tell me, I will braise the beef for you in advance. You helped me a lot in this competition, thank you again.

After returning to Shen Liang, Liu Xiaochen first raised his head and glanced at the teacher on the podium. He was still holding the textbook and reading with his head buried in concentration.

Lowering his head again, Liu Xiaochen clicked on Zuo Kunmin's message.

After a quick glance, the five messages turned out to be very long. Liu Xiaochen thought for a moment, put the textbook upright in front of his phone, then held up the phone against the book, and then looked at it seriously.

I just woke up from my dream and received your message. Xiaoxiao, do you know, it was you in my dream just now. I dreamed that you were cooking in the kitchen and when I came over, you said that your task was completed and you were leaving. After you finished speaking, you disappeared in an instant. I wanted to hold you, I wanted to find you, but for some reason I couldn't lift my feet, so I was helplessly spinning in place, crying sadly.

After I woke up, I missed you very much and wanted to call you to make sure you were still with me. I just happened to see your message and saw you say you miss me so much. I think this may be the so-called telepathy.

Xiaoxiao, I used to not really believe in intangible things like telepathy, fate, fate, and spirituality. Now I often think that Xiaoxia went so far to be by your side at this special moment because you had such a deep relationship. I was able to benefit indirectly. Now I can work peacefully in a foreign country. My children are truly loved and taken care of patiently, and I can still love them. This is all because of you. The dream just now made me even more convinced that I am so lucky to meet you.

Xiaoxiao, you are luck itself. I, Xiaoxia, Yanyan, and Xiaoxu are all blessed because of you. Stop thinking that it is just us who give to you. You have already given us a lot before you receive it.

Miss you, miss you very much. Work is going well now. After I finish my work, I will rush back to see you as soon as possible. You go to class well, I'm going to get up, work hard, and then go back to see you early.

After reading it again, Liu Xiaochen couldn't help crying again. I want to read it a second time, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to control my emotions in class.

I looked up and looked out the window and saw a row of peach trees that were losing their petals. The pink and white petals were falling like rain. Many people walked by, which was poetic and beautiful.