my wife

"Understand what?" When she asked this sentence, she wanted to bite off her tongue, but now the brain cells in her brain have turned into a paste, and what Ling Meinan just said seems to be pressed in her brain. Press the continuous play button, "So I think I should do something so that you understand...so I think I should do something so that you understand...Understand..." Apart from this sentence, her My mind is buzzing.

The corner of Ling Xiwen's mouth curled up into a smile, as if her current reaction was completely in his expectation.

"If you don't understand, just think about it." Having said this, Ling Meinan paused, "Maybe I was wrong, and I should make it clearer because of your slowness." His tone was still faint, but It can be heard from his tone that he is in a good mood now.

"I understand...I understand...you don't need to be more explicit..." She continued intermittently, "but I don't understand...why...we..." After all, we are too far apart, no matter our age, identity, or other...

She never thought about the entanglement between her and Ling Meinan. The gap between her and him made her ignore the possibility of this problem. To her, Ling Meinan was more like a big boss. That is, she is hosted in his wife's body, she lives in his home, and all her food and clothing expenses are collected from him...or he is like a gold master to her.

But why is she so CJ, why can’t she think that the funder and the host can’t produce JQ? She used to say that she is a rotten girl, but now she doesn’t have the true qualities of a rotten girl, obviously. It is a mentally handicapped girl held in the palm of Ling Meinan.

"I'm Tao Anjing, not..." She suddenly thought of this question and murmured.

"I know, you don't need to emphasize this point, I know who you are better than anyone else." Indeed, now Ling Xiwen is the only one who knows that she is Tao Jingjing.

"Then...I...but...we...seem a little...strange." She didn't know what she was expressing.

"Don't think about anything, go to bed early, there is no reason for this, and I can't explain it, you just need to remember it." Ling Meinan's taste was indifferent, with a calm appearance. "I'll sleep in the study, you'll sleep in the room." After finishing speaking, he walked past her to the small study.

She was tangled up, very tangled up, obviously it was Ling Meinan who confessed to her, why she was the one who was tangled up, and he seemed to be okay, as if he just said something insignificant to her just now.

"Hello..." She suddenly stopped Ling Meinan.

Ling Meinan turned around, "What's the matter?"

"Well... You can sleep in the room. There is no bed in the study, only a sofa. I can sleep with Qiao Qiao..."

Ling Meinan had a smile in his eyes, and said lightly, "Quiet, are you feeling sorry for me?"

"Yes... no... of course not..." Before she finished speaking, she opened the door of Qiao Qiao's room, hid in as fast as she could, and then closed the door.

Depend on!When did Ling Meinan's face become thicker than hers?

After closing the door, she leaned against the door, took a deep breath, and took a deep breath, repeating this.

"Mom... have you just come back from exercising..." Qiao Qiao suddenly raised her head and said to her.

"You didn't sleep? Did you hear it just now?" An Jing opened her eyes wide. Originally, she wanted to go into Qiao Qiao's room to calm down, but she didn't expect to be aroused by this kid pretending to be asleep.

Qiao Qiao squinted her little phoenix eyes and covered her mouth with her hands and yawned, "I fell asleep, but I was woken up by the sound of people breathing out of breath."

"Besides this, have you heard anything else?" An Jing gave the most friendly smile.

Qiao Qiao rolled her eyes, "Do you think I'm Shun Feng Er?"

She thought about it, the sound insulation in this room is good, it is difficult for her big ears to hear what is being said outside, let alone the small ears of a villain like Qiao Qiao.

She smiled, "Mom is afraid that you are afraid of the dark, so she came to sleep with you."

……

The next day Ling Xiwen saw Tao Jingjing sleeping on the sofa in the living room, and unconsciously frowned again.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, An Jing jumped up from the sofa. When she opened her eyes, she was still sleepy. She saw Ling Meinan standing in front of her, stretched out habitually, and then smiled at him. "morning……"

"Morning." Ling Xiwen greeted.

Quietly rubbed her sore neck, and explained, "Jojo kicked me out of bed last night." Why, even the caring Jojo has become a little boss, and last night he thought she was noisy, She hurried out of bed.

At this time, Qiao Qiao also came down from the downstairs, and said with a little adult appearance, "It was really noisy last night. Someone was tossing and turning, talking to himself, unable to fall asleep, tossing and turning, sighing and sighing. ,It is really……"

An Jing blushed, and squinted at her son. Now that she is getting acquainted with Qiao Qiao, she finds more and more that her son is actually a reactionary. "Are you good at learning idioms? Okay, give me 100 points in the Chinese test next time."

"So you kicked your mother out?" Ling Xiwen asked Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao touched his head, "Isn't it because of you, Dad?"

Ling Xiwen hooked the corners of his mouth, but did not speak.

After eating a light breakfast with Jiangnan characteristics with the Ling family and his son, An Jing found an excuse to go out. Unexpectedly, Ling Meinan agreed without even asking her why, but Li Qiao pouted a full 5 Minute mouth.

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Relying on the image from several years ago, she wandered around alleys and alleys, and finally came to a place somewhat similar to her memory.

This is a fairly prosperous incense market. She heard from her father that there was once a general who made great achievements here, so the people built a temple specially for him to commemorate him.

Standing quietly in the crowd, looking around, the fortune-telling stall used to be placed under the old locust tree opposite her, but now there is a sun umbrella under the old locust tree, and under the sun umbrella is a bottle of mineral water to buy A small cold drink stand for 8 yuan.

Although before she came here, she felt that she was not so lucky to find the fortune teller, but after she searched the temple inside and out, she was still very disappointed, and she couldn't say that the fortune teller was her lifesaver. Straw, but she really regarded the old fortune teller as a guiding lantern in her heart, but if the lantern was all extinguished, she really couldn't find her way.

"Miss, give me some money and accumulate some kindness..." Suddenly there was a beautiful cyan ceramic bowl in front of her.

What's wrong with the world now, even the beggar's begging props are made like a work of art.

Just when An Jing was about to take out the change from her bag, her mind shuddered, this voice, this voice! !She turned to look at the beggar.

It was a very common beggar outfit, but she was sure that the man in front of her was the old gentleman who had told her fortune five years ago, because the mole on his nose could not deceive anyone, even if the mole was the same, but the mole on the mole That flowing black hair is so unique, how can ordinary people be so ecstasy, she was also attracted by the black hair on this mole before.

Quiet opened his eyes wide, with a strange light shining in his eyes, and then excitedly grabbed the old beggar's hand, "You...fortune teller...I...it's great to see you..."

"Miss, do you want to give me the money in your pocket?" The old beggar withdrew her hand, "You don't want me to steal money from me, do you?"

After the old beggar's hand was taken back, she quickly grabbed the hem of his clothes again, "Give it, of course, and give it as much as you want."

"Then give it quickly, I'm still in a hurry to do business..."

His business is begging?Be quiet for a while.

"I think I have a great destiny with you, why don't we have a year-end friendship?" An Jing still had the joy in her eyes, she pointed to the cold drink stand opposite, "I invite you to have a cold drink, let's find a place to chat lets chat……"

"What are you talking about?" The beggar frowned, "Why don't you talk about ideals and Obama?"

Quiet's hand was still tightly grasping the corner of the beggar's clothes. This scene caused passers-by to turn their heads frequently. She didn't care, and smiled at him, "It hurts to talk about ideals, and it's out of fashion to talk about Obama. Don't let us talk about it." Little San, let’s talk about dwellings and housing prices?”

"to make."

An Jing and the old beggar each sat on the corner steps holding a glass of orange juice, her hand was still holding the beggar's hand.

"I said, little girl, you can let go, I can't run away."

Quietly laughed twice, "Well... I'm already 28 years old, don't call me a little girl, it's not good."

"it is good."

"But you can still call me a little girl, in fact, my real age is."

"it is good."

"...Don't you have anything to ask me?"

"Why am I 28 years old again... Don't you think it's strange?" Jing Jing slowly introduced the topic, "You are a fortune teller, but I don't need to say it, you know it too..."

"You know I used to be a fortune teller?"

"Did I ask you for a deal before?" Jing Jing smiled, "I'm sure you're right, now I'm looking for you again?"

"Haha, but I am no longer lucky, and now I have changed my career."

Smile quietly, as flattering as you can smile, "Isn't this a waste of talent?"

"There is no business. Setting up a stall for a day is not as good as begging for half a day."

"Isn't the business coming now?" An Jing laughed, "How can a beggar be regarded as noble and noble?"

"What age is it now, let's look at the money and make a fortune." The old beggar glanced at her, his voice was loud and full of air.

What a fashionable beggar, An Jing was tangled in her heart, and reminded, "Do you still remember the little girl who came to your fortune-telling five years ago?"

"Aren't you trying to mock my poor business? How can I remember a customer from five years ago?" The old beggar complained, "And you said five years ago, even a little girl is now a big girl." Girl, even if I can recognize this big girl, what if she has plastic surgery?"

She touched her forehead and thought for a while, "You once counted on her, saying that one day she will no longer be herself."

"Basically, that's what I always say when I meet a little girl. That person won't change, especially a girl. Who can be me when they grow up?"

"Your words are really pure deceit?"

"It's one thing to be able to fool anyone. There are not many fools these days." The old beggar looked a little smug, "Look, I changed my career because I fooled all the people who could fool me."

She rested her forehead with her hands, and lowered her voice, "Thank you then, and I'm sorry to bother you for so long." After finishing speaking, she got up and wanted to leave.

Just at this time, the old beggar called her from behind, "Oh...don't force anything. If it's not yours, it won't be yours. If it's yours, it will be returned to you one day. Open your heart." , be safe with the situation..."

Quietly turned her head, her eyes filled with joy, "Is there any way?"

Before he could answer her, she asked again, "Can I go back?"

"Didn't I say that what is not yours is naturally not yours, what is yours will be returned to you one day."

Smiling quietly, "I see."

"And..." the old beggar paused, then said slowly, "What do you see in front of you?"

future?the other side?sentient beings?suffering? ... Just as she was thinking about which answer would make her appear more intelligent, the old beggar said impatiently, "Isn't it just a mountain? Need to think about it?"

Smiled quietly, then continued to look at him with admiring eyes, "Yes, it's a mountain."

"What's on that mountain?"

"The top of the mountain." An Jing smiled.

"It does have some wisdom roots." The old beggar glanced at her with a smile, and then said, "Go to the top of the mountain and have a look, where you can find what you want."

Quietly thought for a while, then laughed a few times, "What exactly is that?"

"Want to know?"

"Enn..." She nodded her head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Hehe...no way."

"You..." An Jing pointed at the old beggar, but, but, the old beggar had disappeared, just like that with a whoosh, no, not even a whoosh, but disappeared out of thin air.

Quiet broke out in a cold sweat, god, god, this is a real god! ! !

Thinking of the mountaintop that the old beggar told her just now, An Jing made up her mind to climb to the top of the mountain and find what she wanted, but what she wanted was actually nothing more than wanting to go home.