Nine Cents Refining

Huang Feng handed over the child and said with conviction: "I can't do it."

Wang Qiong took the baby and shook it a few times. He said in his mouth: "Okay, Xiaohao don't cry, my mother is..."

The magic is very incomparable, the little baby seems to hear the general, the crying stops.

Huang Feng handcuffed his forehead and said in his mouth: "Hey, this kid has now understood the human language. Do you think that your kid doesn't think that Xiaohao is so ugly?"

With an ordinary mother, the beautiful Yi Huang, who grew up gradually, under the guidance of his mother, Huang Yihao gradually learned to be a real person. Under the guidance of Qi's father, Huang Yihao learned that people should keep their dreams.

My dreams are really strange; my dreams are unrealistic.

When Huang Yihao was five years old, he decided not to be unscrupulous and decided to leave his job without paying a salary. He worked hard in the south and vowed to mix up the people. He took the big door and the mother to be a broad wife and a rich second generation.

During the entire five-year period, the family was very small. Every time I wandered around, I said that I was very well mixed. I said that I was about to make a fortune.

Ten years later, when I reached middle age, the two crickets began to appear white, and the dreams were still there. The passion was still sufficient, but the battle was fruitful.

When Huang Yihao was fifteen years old, the Spring Festival, when he came back, the monkey uncle found the wonderful flowers and sighed all night. On the second day, when Huang Yihao passed, he found that the house was full of beer bottles.

The wonderful cockroach said: "I have drunk more beer, my stomach has gone round, I can't move, I decided to come back to work."

At that moment, Huang Yihao saw the mother's eyes, sparkling.

When I came back, my dreams are still there. I am honest at work, but every weekend, I am riding a mountain bike with Huang Yihao, running around and enjoying the beautiful scenery of nature.

More than once, Huang Feng stood in the high mountain, opened his arms and said to Huang Yihao: "Xiaohao, you see behind me, there is a vast starry sky, there are countless stars, is it you? Don't think that if we can fly the void and shuttle the stars, is that a beautiful life for a big man?"

Once, Huang Yihao looked at Huang Feng’s big belly, and finally said his opinion: “Hey, you have this dream, there are two ways to achieve it.”

Huang Feng heard the words, his face suddenly appeared a surprise and inexplicable expression, his mouth screamed: "Xiaohao, hahaha, you have not been completely assimilated by your mother's chest, you finally have my natural adventure genes, Talk about it, how can this dream be realized?"

Huang Yihao said in a serious way: "This first method, you and the mother work hard again, try to give birth to a second child, and then, from a young age, the second child as an astronaut, can not do well when the country develops Shenzhou 100, the second child Can be selected, ran to the emptiness, shuttle the universe..."

Huang Feng thought about it with his head, and touched his big belly. He said, "This method is a bit difficult. I don’t see my father’s stomach is big now, and the fighting spirit is also your mother’s chest. Dazhi has worn out a lot and talked about the second practical way."

Huang Yihao’s spirit is invigorated: “The second way is to find a hidden martial art, such as Shaolin, such as Kunlun, to ask the immortal, to break the void...”

When I didn’t finish it, Huang Feng’s brain was knocked over: “Well, you are a Huang Yihao, actually watching online novels, don’t you know if you want to go to high school right away? Look at these things, I’m knocking you out of disobedience...”

Huang Yihao jumped up and escaped Laozi’s second finger meditation. He said loudly in his mouth: “Hey, this is what you said, people have dreams, no pursuits are not terrible, dreams are lost, then it’s really unbearable. Also."

Huang Feng chased a few steps, panting, laughing happily: "Yes, yes, there are excellent genes of my old Huang family, people, is to be full of dreams."

No matter how good the gene is transmitted by Huang Jiajia, in the end, Huang Yihao still adheres to the habit and style of his mother Wang Qiong.

An ordinary student with a high academic achievement, admitted to a university in the ordinary middle school, learned a well-regulated profession, and found a stable job...

According to the mother's expectations, I found a plain, simple wife, married, gave birth to a child, and raised a family.

Only Huang Feng’s inheritance is like taking a child and going out for an outing.

A lifetime is faint.

That year, Huang Yihao was unconsciously in his fifties. His son had grown up and was ready to marry and have children. His mother was seriously ill and Huang Yihao was in front of the hospital bed.

The mother's hands are already dry like dead wood. The wrinkled skin has no luster. It represents the two most important front teeth of the mother. I don't know when I have already been laid off. This has become history.

The strange sly, now it has not run, and often sighs that the time is not forgiving!

Before the hospital bed, Huang Yihao heard the mother softly said: "Maple, I know, it is my life that has dragged you down, so that your heart is always free, and you can't fly freely. Sorry, I actually gave you the opportunity. In those years when you went down, I thought you would fly out and never come back..."

Huang Yihao saw his father stretched out his hands and gently stroked his mother's small hand with folds. He said with a big sigh: "At the time, I rushed my wings and tried to fly outwards. Unfortunately, the fortunes were not good. I didn’t fly. I said that if I was developed at the time, I would really leave my wife and abandon my son and fly to a broader sky."

On the mother's face, there was a strange radiance: "I actually saw you through it. You are a mouth. Don't pretend it. I know that your heart is very embarrassing now, very scared and helpless, but it doesn't matter. Fengzi, after I left, Xiaohao will take care of you, his personality will follow me, be honest and pragmatic, and be faithful and filial..."

Huang Yihao called out: "Mom."

The mother looked softly: "Xiao Hao, everyone said that the son is the mother's lover in my life, I really thank you to accompany me, you make me proud."

Huang Yihao whispered: "Mom, don't say it, take a rest, you are crying."

The mother turned to look at Huang Feng: "Yeah, Fengzi, you are not saying, you will not cry in your life? What's wrong, I haven't left yet, you can't stand it?"

The father turned around and held his mother's hand tightly with both hands: "Joan, in fact, I flew out in the past, but I hope that I can develop it, make our family life better, and give Xiaohaobo a more glorious future. However, I I have not succeeded, sorry, I have been bitter for so many years."

Huang Yihao silently walked out of the ward, gently covered the door, and put a cigarette in the smoking area of ​​the hospital~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and silently sank into the smoke.

The mother is gone and she is very happy when she goes. The mother's happiness is very simple, my father is around, and I am safe, this is the mother's greatest happiness.

It’s awkward, it’s indifferent, it’s full of dreams, and in many people’s eyes, it’s a serious and unreliable one. After the mother’s death, it’s been hard for two years, and finally I can’t hold it, and I fell ill on the bed.

My father also passed away. When I left, I was still awkward. I said that the **** big incisor directly urged him below, for fear that he would look for his wife on the top.

Monkey uncle, Qiu Bobo came to see him off. The two of them were actually older and older. After the death of their father, the two uncles said what they said: "Xiaohao, you have licked his mouth for a lifetime, but Even we all understand that he is actually an emotionally dependent patient. You have buried the two old people together. Although you have no face to say, he knows, we will say..."

My parents are gone and I am old.

Mother and father are just ordinary people.

I am also myself.

Father has a dream and he has it.

However, under the guidance of the mother, he has more cognition than his father. An ordinary person can have a dream and can struggle. However, when he cannot realize his dream, he must compromise with reality, learn to accept, and learn to adapt. Because that is the real life.

My father said that he longs for the innocent starry sky. His own heart is actually more yearning. Whenever the night is quiet, he will look up at the starry sky and think infinitely. Sometimes, he seems to be the real cultivator of the immortality. Flying in the sky.

For the sake of his dreams, his father once flew himself and once struggled desperately, but he did not, and his own life, according to the mother's hope, came honestly.