Pretend to be nice

"What's wrong? Sanji", Li Qinghe heard the voice, moved his eyes away from the computer screen, and smiled gently at him.

Sangji was wearing a new brown Tibetan robe, with a white sheep collar sticking to his neck, and his face was more fleshy than before. He handed her the phone cheerfully: "The phone just rang."

It should have just landed in their room, reached out to take it, glanced at the name, frowned subconsciously, thought of Sangji again, put aside his restless thoughts for a while, and asked Sangji first: "The copybook is finished." ?"

Sanji nodded obediently, and shook two fingers, which meant that he had written two articles.

Li Qinghe rubbed his head encouragingly, the cell phone that had been neglected vibrated again, and the harmonious atmosphere just stagnated.

Sangji subconsciously looked over and asked, "Qinghe Ajia, don't you want to pick her up?" The children in Tibet call their sisters Ajia, and if they get closer, they will bring their names.

"...No, I'll pick it up later", Li Qinghe looked at the tranquility in the child's clear eyes, recalled the things she had left behind many times, and finally chose to face them.

"Go, go play with them, and take you out for a stroll later."

Sanji nodded heavily, and went out cheerfully.

The carefree figure disappeared between the door frames, she looked at the vibrating mobile phone, sighed, and chose to connect.

Outside the house is the rare warm sun in winter, driving away the long-standing cold. The snow-capped mountains in the distance are shining with golden light, and there are goshawks passing by. , She was the only voice in the cold room.

"Eating and lodging are pretty good, no problem."

"I'll be back in two days."

The calm that the two barely maintained could not last long, and the flat voice at the beginning brought strong resistance.

"Can you not mention him?"

"Are you my parents or him..." Both sides paused for a moment.

The woman over there hastily explained, Li Qinghe lowered his eyelids.

"I really don't understand you," the excited voice suddenly sank, "it's really inexplicable."

"Don't say you can't do anything, then what can I do? If you want to do this, so be it..."

She hung up the phone that was still ringing, her fists were clenched tightly, her veins popped, and she swung her hand to the table vigorously, thinking of the children outside the house, but she didn't stop beating after all.

Sitting heavily on the wooden chair, the old chair creaked and wailed, the palm with the crescent moon imprint covered her face, and at the same time covered all her emotions, she hid in the cold room isolated from the warm sun, digesting silently low mood.

Before she could calm down for a while, three children who were supposed to be playing outside appeared from the door and looked at her worriedly.

"Qinghe Ajia".

She let go, suppressed her emotions, and forced a smile: "Why don't you continue playing? Come on," she beckoned.

The three children thumped across the threshold, ran up to her, put their hands on her knees, and looked up at her.

"Are you hungry?" She lifted Yangji with one hand and sat on her lap, put her hands on Sanji's shoulders, looked at Bianba, and didn't leave any one behind.

Speaking of something special, maybe the three children grew up in the temple, and they always carried a sandalwood scent on their bodies, which made Li Qinghe's impetuous mood slowly calm down.

The three children shook their heads in unison, and Yang Jin put his arms around her neck and asked in a low voice, "Is Qinghe Ajia unhappy?"

Children are sensitive to emotions, Li Qinghe didn't intend to lie, rubbed her little head, and sighed: "That's right, Ajia is not happy."

"Is it because of the phone?" Sanji's red face was full of guilt, and his two little hands were mixed together.

"It's not because of the phone, it's because of the people on the phone, Sanji is doing a great job."

The child wanted to continue babbling, but she hurriedly stopped her: "Shall we go out and play? Ajia will just take a stroll."

After saying this, the worrying child quickly got ready, Yang Jin jumped down directly, Li Qinghe couldn't laugh or cry when he saw her short legs, he pulled one with each hand, and let the other one pull his clothes. Corner, coax the kids out to play!

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Two days before the start of school, Li Qinghe turned and left cruelly under the eyes of three tearful children.

The white wings of the plane crossed the sky, the scorching sun shone through the unclosed lattice windows, and the people who were exhausted from the journey did not say a word. In the quiet cabin, Li Qinghe leaned his head against the glass, looking at the snow-covered peaks, feeling depressed for a long time. The strong yearning finally made her fingertips tremble uncontrollably. She tried to take a deep breath to suppress the eager heartbeat, but she attracted the attention of the people next to her. She thought to herself that she was another idiot who had never been on a plane, but when her eyes fell on the watch on her wrist, , The previous conclusion was completely overturned, and he thought of organizing other stories.

There was a sound from the lock cylinder, and the body of the person who had been waiting trembled, and quickly turned into a calm look.

"Are you willing to come back?" Lin Guan was lazily leaning on the soft sofa, the child who had been away for a month finally came back, but the people who were waiting did not lift their eyes.

The dusty Li Qinghe knew he was wrong, he smiled naively, put down his heavy luggage, walked up to the woman and knelt down.

Lin Guan looked at his phone and ignored her.

She grabbed Lin Gu'an's hanging hand, squeezed her little finger, and shook it in a small arc.

Lin Gu'an looked at her angrily, and said, "What are you dragging?"

If you are willing to speak, you have an opportunity. Li Qinghe seized the opportunity and continued to work hard. He learned the tricks of the three children perfectly, opened his eyes wide, and shouted in a low voice: "Sister," with a long and upward tone, which is very similar. behave in a spoiled manner.

Lin Guan...

Lin Gu'an couldn't help her, he stretched out his bare feet and kicked her knee lightly. The man was rough and fleshy, so he didn't feel any pain, and he cheekily grabbed her slender ankle.

Time paused for a short while, and the cool ankle that was stuck to the hot palm soon began to sweat thinly. She was a little impatient, thinking that this child was very annoying.

Pulling out the controlled ankle with a little force, he quickly fell back on the sofa and pretended to curse: "It's so dirty, why don't you go take a bath?" He said it was a curse, but his tone didn't rise, like a kitten scratching.

Li Qinghe smiled without any fear, walked over and took the big bag he brought back, and put it in her arms like offering a treasure.

Common ones include buttered tea, dried meat, milk dregs, blood sausage, etc. She also brought a small pot of highland barley wine, earrings made of turquoise, a red bracelet, and gifts from three children. Said that after she was cold, she went to pack a few bags of herbs for Lin Guan, plus the Cordyceps sinensis that Lin Guan had mentioned for the Lin family’s parents. The second is to give her something.

The child first fed the milk dregs into her mouth, and then proceeded to present the treasure. When he heard the herbal medicine, he couldn't help frowning and protesting.

The child was determined, otherwise he would not carry it back thousands of miles away, so Lin Gu'an could only succumb.

One person talked and the other listened, and half an hour passed after rambling on and on. After Li Qinghe took out her own things, she kicked the child again, quickly retracted her legs, and urged: "Hurry up and take a bath." .”

With regret on his face, Li Qinghe quickly packed up his things before going into the bathroom with the towel in his arms.

Lin Gu'an, who was nestled on the sofa, watched her disappearing back, and cursed in a low voice: "Sex embryo."

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People always maintain some erroneous ideas. Even if they work hard to keep clean outside, they will still choose to wash it when they get home. It seems that the water at home is cleaner. Li Qinghe washes it for an hour, refreshing walk out.

Lin Gu'an had already tidied up the piles of things all over the floor, and the least favorite herbal medicine was stuffed into the corner of the locker. Although Li Qinghe would definitely dig it out, what if?

The big dog didn't know what she was thinking, and was busy wagging its tail looking for the person. The hair was still wet and dripping, and the person was sitting on the re-laid carpet.

The cool mint replaced the thick sandalwood when she first entered the door, and the long white sleeves were wet with water, sticking to the child's thin back. She had obviously been back for a long time, but it was only at this moment that she felt a solid sense of reality.

"It's not summer yet," reproachfully, he picked up a white towel and wiped it for her consciously.

The little dog smiled innocently, raised his head to facilitate Lin Guan's operation, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

Fortunately, Lin Gu'an has always been used to her, and someone else would have to throw a towel on her face, but Lin Gu'an just gave her an annoyed look, and then began to serve this uncle without complaint.

Li Qinghe was full of people and things in his heart, and he couldn't sleep well one day in Tibet. When the familiar Lengxiang surrounded him from behind, his tense nerves finally relaxed, sleepiness inevitably hit him, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Suddenly there was a thrust from the back of my head, and before I could resist, I stood up straight, shook my drowsy head, and acted like a good boy: "Thank you sister", in a very sweet tone.

Lin Gu'an suspected that she had a lot of children's habits, so he patted her on the head and urged, "Go and blow it with a hair dryer."

Laziness came up, the big dog lay on its stomach and refused to move, its head was pushed back and looked at her with blinking eyes, Lin Guan couldn't bear her rascal appearance, and helplessly served the uncle to the end.

The buzzing of the wind stopped, and the living room became quiet again. With cold hands pressed against his hot skin, Li Qinghe, who was drowsy again, regained consciousness for a short time.

She sighed softly and persuaded softly, "Go back to your room and sleep."

The big dog is very clingy, playing rogue again and again, holding her hand and refusing to move, looking at the eyelids that are about to close, the old man finally softens his heart.

"Then sleep on the sofa,"

"it is good."

The sky outside the house was clear and cloudless, the sun was just right, young leaves were popping out, beating diligently to an unknown rhythm, the room was quiet and silent, Lin Guan was sitting on the sofa, children with long hands and long legs took up most of the seats, and Leaning on her lap, her childish sleeping face let out a faint snoring sound.

She lowered her head, her eyes were as gentle as water, and she kept gently rubbing the child's hair with her hands. The child was sleeping soundly.