Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

The uncle told her that her mother actually loved Yu Qingwu very much, but the instability of her job and the uncertainty of the future made her not confident in obtaining custody rights. With enough money and enough love, her child would always have one. In comparison, my husband's side is obviously better.

So after the divorce, the other party deliberately chose to stay in Nanjing, which has the most sycamore trees. Every picture shows a continuous street scene, and Qingwu's birthday gifts every year are also fully prepared.

After arriving at my mother's place, there were all kinds of things. Cherry strawberries, jackfruit, these are almost infinitely expensive fruits, but as long as she picks them up and looks at them in the supermarket, they will end up in the shopping basket.

Her mother would tell her to buy whatever she wants to eat, try on any clothes she likes, and tell her if she likes lipstick, eyeshadow, foundation, or earrings, necklaces, and bracelets.

Her mother also told her that she should take care of herself when she went to Xi'an and ask her family for money if she didn't have enough money. She had just entered society and these were all minor problems. If a person is afraid, get a dog, pay attention to your health, eat on time to report that you are safe, and don't forget to know the right path.

My mother also said that the past is in the past, so we should move forward and don't be disappointed in love because of their divorce. Love is beautiful, love can be believed, and love will always exist. She has never regretted Qingwu. She may have been an unqualified mother, but now she is proud to see her daughter grow into such an adult, whether she is unknown or achieves great things.

Look, the two people who had divorced and had not seen each other actually said words with very similar meanings to her. At different times and in different places, they seemed to have a tacit understanding again, and they were on the same page, as if they had never been separated. The way it was.

The pain and love that have been suppressed for many years, mixed with turbulent thoughts and delusions, at this moment, no longer feel stuck in the throat, but the long-lost dust has settled. Maybe this was growth, this was growing pains, which kept her tossing and turning for countless nights and unable to fall asleep. No lesions could be found on examination, but it was just physiological pain.

There is no cure, we can only let it pass slowly and endure it.

It seems that she can only understand this, and it seems that she will never understand.

The phoenix on the sycamore branch was actually dead long ago, and she couldn't save it. At that moment, she wondered why her mother didn't come to her grandma's funeral, why her father sat on the dirty roadside with the compensation and kept his head down without saying a word, and why no one wanted a diamond ring worth nearly 100,000 yuan.

Everything seems to have an answer.

Like it, love it, miss it... Little do you know that if you miss it, you will miss it. After years of crawling and rolling around, my head was grabbed and thrown to the ground, with mucus and tears mixed with mud all over my face.

How can you say this nonsense at the wrong time.

It's like it was supposed to be a piece of candy, but now it's dirty in your mouth, but it's so sour that it makes you cry.

Her unwillingness, her sadness, her delusions.

Finally reduced to two words.

--Pity.

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In the early morning of a new day, Paimon held a pen in one hand and half a page of paper in the other. He urged Wutong, who had just woken up, in front of the bed: "Hurry up, wake up. Hehe, I've almost finished the story. Oh, let’s go talk to Abedo!”

Wutong is in a superposition state between waking and not waking. The mental state is like Picasso's painting "Violin and Grapes", dismantled and deconstructed, and then collaged.

Finally, Nian Nian jumped on the bed, leaned his head against her hand on her leg, and then realized: "Ah... you're looking for Albedo, right? Well... it's only been one night, and you've made up your story." Okay? It’s so fast.”

"Humph. Of course, I am good at making up stories. This kind of thing is a piece of cake!"

"Well, you are worthy of being Paimon." Wutong boasted approvingly, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, smiled and rubbed the little guy's head on the way to wash up, yawned, pulled on his slippers, and closed the bathroom door.

Last night I dreamed about the past, maybe it was because I talked a lot with Sora.

Maybe this is what I think about every day and dream about at night.

He splashed a handful of water on his face, and the cool water wetted his bangs and front.

When she raised her head, the face in the mirror still looked familiar since she could remember, but there were still differences. Her black hair and brown eyes were gone, but for the sake of not becoming ugly in the opposite direction, let it go.

Loose home clothes, only a neck ring that is close to the skin on her neck, no lady's rings that would fall out every time she bends down.

Later, the ring really became a decoration in the practical sense. She would wear any sweater or bottoming shirt casually, and sometimes the ring would hang openly outside, but she got used to it. Even if her father saw it and teased her: "I'm not afraid of being robbed on the street." She could still pick up the chain and answer in an ordinary way. This was considered a criminal case, and the amount of 30,000 to 100,000 was extremely huge. She could call the police.

A smile appeared in her eyes unconsciously, remembering that others had misunderstood her at first, thinking that the ring was hers and that she was already engaged.

But she didn't clarify it.

The voice of Paimeng calling for dinner came from outside the door. Wutong spat out the foam in his mouth, opened the door, and replied loudly.

Nian Nian was running very fast, and he was originally squatting at the door, but as soon as the meal was served, he disappeared without a trace.

About five minutes later, Wutong came down from the second floor.

After experiencing the double assessment and supervision of Wutong and Paimeng, Kong finally gained the credibility to be responsible for one of the three meals a day. After all, Wutong was a household that had difficulty getting up early. In order to sleep a little longer, he even closed his eyes and gave Fifty thousand mola was recorded for allowing Sora and Paimon to go out to eat.

Start with the simplest soup and porridge, and slowly try new difficult dishes.

Up to now.

Sora placed the freshly plated toasted waffles on the table, crispy potato pancakes and fisherman's toast each in front of their respective seats. The long hair that was not braided was simply tied with a rubber band and curled up on the back of the shoulders. She was wearing a pink lace apron and was pouring sauce on the waffles.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" Kong asked, wondering if there was something wrong with his cooking.

This outfit is surprisingly suitable.

For some reason, I suddenly had the bold idea of ​​dressing the other person in women's clothing.

However, Wutong only dared to think secretly at the moment, but did not dare to say anything. He licked away the ketchup that overflowed from the toast and stuck to his fingers: "I feel like your credibility can be increased to two meals."