After the white moonlight cuts the black

The doctor stayed in the guest room for most of the night. When he woke up early and saw the two hugging on the sofa, his steps froze immediately.

One of them was also her contract boss.

This dog food is really dangerous and delicious.

I woke up once in the night of the seventh day of the seventh day, but overall it was still within the tolerable range.

She vaguely thought of her hypocritical appearance not long ago, covering her face with a quilt, turning over and nestling her stomach.

Suddenly, he realized that the hot water bottle in his arms was still boiling hot.

Although the warm patch also has a heating effect, it is not as comfortable as a hot water bottle after all. The disadvantage is that the water needs to be changed halfway at night, otherwise the cold skin will be comparable to ice bumps.

Meng Chuqi couldn't remember who refilled her with hot water and when.

This feeling was foreign to her.

Most of the boys and girls at this age are contradictory individuals.

No matter how special it is, it will eventually match the commonality of some growth.

On the one hand, I hope that I will be independent as soon as possible, with the freedom to come and go like the wind, and at the same time, I hope to have a harbor of belonging.

It's just that this kind of thought is too trivial, it only appeared inadvertently, and was quickly suppressed by her.

Meng Chuqi has never followed the path of an ordinary girl since she was a child, and she has never even met her mother.

Suffering from the increasing carbon dioxide, she remembered what she had seen and heard during the journey.

Unverifiable wars thousands of years ago have sunk in the engravings of the stone bridge that have been eroded by wind and rain. Children running and chasing and playing on the bridge, young people crying about lovelorn lying on the side of the bridge, passing the old man selling candied haws.

On the high-speed rail, I ran into a man who talked eloquently, talking about the ups and downs of life, and I also met a couple who insulted their children for buying an extra bottle of water.

Passing tissues to children who are mourning at the airport.

Behind the porthole, I got acquainted with my fiancée who went across the north and south latitude and longitude to the snow mountain border.

In the crowded and noisy hall, I saw the Bei Piao family who gave their daughter an oversized bear doll, and the same-sex couple who would never get the ring finger ring on their left hand.

This is the state of the world.

No one taught her how to deal with it.

She lacks a systematic theory, and integration becomes difficult. Direct experience and indirect experience are eternal philosophical topics.

Meng Chuqi felt a sense of self-condemnation.

She obviously has no chance to get the love from her relatives, and at the same time she has tempered her character, but she still longs for something subconsciously.

This is really ironic. It feels good to get something, but it is born with alienation and fear.

Rather than experiencing the pain of parting all over the place, it is better to be the traveler who goes on the road alone.

She fell asleep again in drowsiness, and a thin white appeared in the sky.

Yan Hui and Meng Huaiming slept on the sofa all night.

Meng Huaiming's shirt was crumpled, and Yan Hui's hair was curled up by his ears.

They are like new parents experiencing their child's first night sickness.

Yan Hui turned pale, but insisted on waiting for the doctor's diagnosis. The two stood in front of Chu Qi's bed, listening to the doctor's conclusion.

Fortunately, apart from a few broken skins, the only severe pain was dysmenorrhea. The doctor suspected that it was caused by staying outside in the cold weather for a long time, accompanied by strenuous exercise.

There is no way to cure this kind of problem immediately, it can only be recuperated slowly.

The female doctor herself is also an experienced person who has been recuperated, and she couldn't help nagging: "Did you eat ice before? Did you not want the temperature for the sake of grace?"

"In the future, it's best to say goodbye to the cold ones. Quit whatever smoothie, fruit tea, Maixuanfeng you can, and work and rest regularly. Otherwise, it won't be the first time the pain has become like this, and it will hurt every time in the future."

Chu Qi covered her face and nodded.

After the doctor chatted, he looked at Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui.

This is her first outpatient visit after signing up as Meng Huaiming's private doctor. She has to organize her words carefully, but after thinking about it for a long time, she still starts with the earthy beginning: "You are the parents..."

Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui looked at each other, but they didn't know what to see in each other's eyes, they all lowered their heads to admit their mistake.

Perhaps the most majestic people in the world are no match for such a sentence "you are the parents".

The doctor who has always been straightforward: "...Parents should also pay attention to it and keep an eye on it. What if it breaks the foundation? I have ibuprofen at home, but don't eat it randomly. It depends on diet. Wen Yang, as fathers, you should also be careful, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Meng Huaiming nodded.

Seeing this, Yan Hui felt that the two uncles and nephews had a tacit understanding.

Chu Qi leaned against the pillow, bowed her head and shut herself up.

After sending the doctor away, Meng Huaiming brought two chairs, one for each of Yan Hui, and sat down beside Chu Qi's bed.

Chu Qi stared... Isn't that right, this posture is going to be judged in three sessions?

The girl didn't follow the normal route, so she didn't know that this was actually a necessary process.

No one has taken care of her seriously since she was a child, and she has never experienced such a posture.

Honestly, it's kind of interesting.

The feeling in my heart is very strange.

Meng Huaiming took the lead to speak: "Chuqi, although I am your uncle, I am your guardian after all. I ignored you before, it is my uncle's problem, my uncle is already reviewing, and my uncle apologizes to you first, but this matter, you and I They are all wrong, listen to my analysis..."

"Pfft! Uncle, long-winded, where did you learn this from?" Chu Qi suppressed a smile.

"Meng Huaiming rubbed his head, and said to Yan Hui: "I just said that the book doesn't work, what it teaches. "

Yan Hui couldn't help but patted his slumped shoulder, "There is no future in holding Buddha's feet temporarily."

He turned to look at Chu Qi, "Don't listen to your uncle, the IP has been changed a lot, and he's not used to it anymore."

They are not suitable parents, not even the title of parent.

It's really strange that the uncle and the uncle's former lover need to solve the children's education together at this moment.

"Chu Qi, you haven't grown up yet." Yan Hui said.

Meng Chuqi was taken aback.

Meng Huaiming nodded approvingly: "Your brother Yan means that you are more mature than your peers, but you are not really mature yet."

"Don't be confused, sometimes maturity does not mean sensible, but a way of thinking."

"I haven't taught you much, and we have no way of knowing who really influenced you, but we both want to tell you clearly that you are in the way you are now, and uncle is very satisfied."

Chu Qi, who was rarely praised, was a little dazed.

"Do you remember the first time we two met?"

Yan Hui conjured a bouquet of flowers from behind as if by magic, but it was not the blue enchantress, but Lilac.

This time even Meng Huaiming was stunned.

Yan Hui shook her head at him, as if conveying in time: "Don't worry, I won't cast shadows on the flowers and plants."

He then said to Chu Qi: "In the garden of the villa on Lilac Street, you are staring at the first bush of white lilacs at the end of February and asking me why they bloom so early."

That was the first time Yan Hui and Meng Chuqi met.

Uncle's male lover and she were in the garden at the same time observing the rush of early flowers.

Meng Chuqi was not polite, asking weird questions like a child in the rebellious period.

"You say, maybe it's because they have fallen in love with this February, and if they don't bloom, it's time to delay the good spring that belongs to them."

"Yes." Yan Hui smiled: "So on the seventh day of the lunar new year, none of us can walk into your heart. Only Bailixiang can wait for it in the spring. No matter who it is, it can only accompany you for a part of your life journey, but... …maybe we can hear the story of the unfinished winter."

"A story, how about a story for you?"

Meng Huaiming's communication software kept sending news.

The crew of "You Come and I Go" asked him to promote the business, and the old man sent Huang's project progress, Yan Xun's latest updates, and An An's insinuating copywriting.

But right now, he doesn't even want to look at it.

The air-conditioning and warm air at a suitable temperature, the youth who exchanged dreams for dreams, and the immature girl threaded the past with a calmness he had never seen before.

"Brother Yan, Uncle, I know someone, she's pretty good, but if a boy thinks he should be a girl, what's wrong with 'him'?"

None of the listeners expressed surprise.

This is Meng Chuqi. It is not unusual for her to start the conversation in any way or on any topic.

Yan Hui pondered: "Gender dysphoria..."

Chu Qi leaned back: "It may be that people of the same nature tend to attract each other, and it's quite easy for me to meet this."

Meng Huaiming's eyebrows twitched: "We are envious of the ability that we can't come, but you girl picked it up for nothing."

It is also thanks to the work of Meng Huaiming and Yanhui that they will more or less touch the edge of the plate, otherwise they should feel nervous.

Therefore, when Meng Chuqi hinted that she was on the verge of long-term contact, Meng Huaiming and the others' reaction was not panic.

There are good and evil in any group or region. The map cannon or its general nature is the evil side of this group that makes someone feel personally disgusted.

The so-called "Where there are people is the rivers and lakes", the knife used in the rivers and lakes is originally a double-edged sword.

This may be an unhappy story.

A few grunts broke the silence.

Meng Chuqi blushed slightly, but still sullenly, looked at Meng Huaiming: "Guardian, the baby is starving to death."

Before the chatter had fully come out, Yan Hui suddenly slapped his legs and rushed out of the room.

Seeing his sudden panic, Meng Huaiming didn't realize what was going on, so he also ran out.

Soon after, Yan Hui exclaimed from the kitchen.

"My porridge!"

"Tan Tang Tang, don't take it! Put it down and let me down!"

Meng Chuqi in the room bared a smile.

It didn't take long for Chuqi's treatment to be upgraded in an all-round way, and changed to listening to training while drinking porridge at a small wooden table.

She is in a much better condition today than last night, but she still has some lingering pain. With a hot water bottle lying on her stomach, she starts to eat the side dishes that Yan Hui improvised.

The aroma of food dispels the dullness.

Meng Chuqi decided to change to a more long-term beginning.

"Uncle, do you know my godfather?"

Meng Huaiming was silent for a while and said: "Your father didn't tell me much back then, and it's hard to find out if an artist of that level is not signed under his own family."

He didn't expect Chu Qi to start with her godfather.

"He is Lin Jun after all."

Even if you don't get in touch with that circle again, you have heard of the name "Lin Jun".

He debuted in his teens, and won several high-value trophies in the industry with his hard-core acting skills all the way, and he was awarded the throne of the industry.

There is very little gossip about him, like a legend who never eats fireworks.

Chu Qi's godfather is actually Actor Lin.

The eldest son of the Meng family has an affair with the actor.

Chu Qi stirred the porridge with a spoon, mixed with some pickles and shredded cabbage.

She drooped her eyes: "Uncle, at the time I said it was a pity for you and Brother Yan, but it was actually because in the stories of the few people from the parents' generation, almost all of them were erroneous."

Chu Qi looked at Yan Hui and asked, "Brother Yan, will you leave?"

Yan Hui's pupils shrank.

"The seventh day!" Meng Huaiming scolded at the same time.