Wife Please Be Obedient

Qin Guanglin didn't say a word and let her vent her emotions.

He couldn't imagine what would happen if he put himself in that position.

The thought of how to leave, the picture of taking his daughter alone, made him feel a little pain.

How will it survive the next few decades?

He doesn't blame it.

The daughter is reborn.

The past scenes flashed in my mind, and she smiled when she first saw it, why not knock her red forehead in Zhongnan, the thin back of her holding a knife in the recorder...

Now I understand why she can't fall asleep at night, and understand why she took the medicine.

"I have done everything that should be done, and have worked hard, and then come to pray to the gods, worship the Buddha, and pray to the ethereal gods."

"There is a saying that it is up to people to seek things, and that to get things done in heaven. If a person has done all that should be done and wants to go further, he can only choose to pray to the gods and Buddhas, even if only a small amount of success is added. Possibility, we must not let it go, we must be perfect."

"As long as it is possible to increase a glimmer of hope, you can't let it go, right?"

The soft words echoed in his heart, and Qin Guanglin understood everything.

The night is getting deeper and deeper.

On the edge of the 3,000-meter-high cliff, the night breeze was getting stronger, and it gave people a bit of chill in the midsummer. Why not the voice was getting smaller and smaller, Qin Guanglin's arms tightened around her.

"Let's go back."

"Sit down for a while."

Why not sniffing, raising his head from Qin Guanglin's arms, and squeezing a smile at him, "Now we can do it again, it's great."

"Yeah, that's great."

Qin Guanglin nodded, then sighed, "But...I would rather be me, you have suffered too much."

"Now the result is good, isn't it?" Why not ask, "Everything is moving towards..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Guanglin covered his mouth.

"Don't plant the flag."

"..."

"We will work hard together." Qin Guanglin removed his hand, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and said seriously: "I am a hundred years old, and you are ninety-eight years old, just right."

"Well, it's just right."

Qin Guanglin helped her tidy up her hair. He sat on the ground and embraced her. He turned to look at the huge Buddha statue in the center. He stayed quietly for a while, feeling why he was shrinking into his arms. Assuming that she was a little cold by the wind, she proposed again: "Go back."

"Yeah." Why didn't he refuse, looked at the hotel with neon lights flashing in the distance, stretched out his hands and braced himself to stand up, but leaned on Qin Guanglin again.

"I can't get up after sitting for a long time."

"I'll pull you."

From sitting in the afternoon until now, Qin Guanglin also felt a little numbness in his legs and feet, stood up and stamped his feet, bent over to pick it up, and looked back at the dark sky outside the cliff, a hint of inexplicable thoughts arose in his heart.

After searching for so long, it turned out to be this.

"why……"

Qin Guanglin took a few steps with him, closed his mouth again, pondered for a moment and didn't know how to express it. Facing the puzzled look in his eyes, he pondered for a moment, and said, "Why do you feel like you are... ordinary?"

He finally found out the strange sense of contradiction.

Yes, if you put it to ordinary people, why not be regarded as a winner in life, doing the work you like, and writing novels to earn money, easily, and he is a good husband.

But for the time traveler, she lived too ordinary.

I still remember the first time I watched a movie, Charlotte on the screen, regardless of money or power, was easily available at his fingertips. Although artistically processed, if such a person really appeared in reality, it would have been impossible to obtain that status. How difficult.

Why not think about it, and then asked: "What is it all right?"

"Uh……"

Qin Guanglin got stuck, then stretched out his fingers and gestured to the distance casually, "Look at the movies, films and literary works, like you, whichever one has to do a big business."

"Then have you noticed that, whether it is a film or a literary work, the final ending is almost no good." Why shrug and continue to add: "——I mean serious literature, the kind of excessive yy Forget it, there are too many loopholes."

"Butterfly effect?"

"Yup."

"No one has ever lived like you, who knows whether it is true or false... The tragedy of serious literature is only for profoundness and is not reliable. Why not try it?"

"Dare I try?"

Qin Guanglin paused abruptly.

Dare to try?

Now that the two people are talking here, everything has been explained.

"Even if there is the slightest possible accident, I won't try." Why not turn my head to him and **** my mouth, "I know what happiness is like, so as long as you walk carefully and step by step, you can get everything. Why do you want to Odds of betting?

——And my greatest advantage is to know everything. If I disturb things now, all my advantages will be lost and become the same as you... Do you understand now? "

"Understand half." Qin Guanglin nodded, holding her hand and clenching unconsciously.

He didn't know what it was like.

If you change to yourself and know everything about the future, will you be willing to spend a life of ordinary fireworks by her side?

Qin Guanglin couldn't think of the answer to this question.

Why not understand what the prophet means, but he still chose to live with him in a rental house on Nanfei Road, and was scared by cockroaches.

Is it worth it?

This thought emerged uncontrollably from the bottom of my heart.

The two walked on the golden roof of Emei under the moonlight. The sky was full of stars, like an inverted glass jade bowl shining with a little bit of brilliance. Why slow down, holding his hand and shaking it, and asked: "Which half do you understand? "

"I should be an artist." Qin Guanglin sighed. "You have always wanted to correct me on the path of an artist. Only then did you always stop me from resigning-by the way, this should be the butterfly effect, right?"

"Yes."

"It doesn't matter whether the art is an artist or not. We are doing well now, but-everything is going as it was, I'm not very likely..."

He didn't finish speaking, so I believe he can understand what he meant.

Why didn't he really understand what he meant, lowering his head was thinking, Qin Guanglin was not in a hurry, stood still and did not lead her forward, but just looked at her quietly and waited for her to speak.

It's about his own life and the happiness of the two, he has to know what's wrong with the ideas and plans.

"The disturbing plot cannot be controlled."

Why not speak softly.

"If this is a movie, you know the protagonist will die in the end, but you have a chance to change the plot by mastering the progress bar."

She groaned, as if thinking about the appropriateness of her metaphor, "...you chose to disrupt the plot at the beginning of the movie, so that the plot collapsed completely and out of control from then on——

Or pull the progress bar to the last moment and save the protagonist when he is in danger? "

"Precision strikes."

Qin Guanglin nodded, indicating that he understood.

The more stable you control the details, the easier it is to achieve your goal. In addition to worrying about the butterfly effect, there is also her idea of ​​seeking stability. The combination of the two finally contributed to the current situation.

In another ten years, she, the biggest bug in the world, will disappear silently without making any waves.

"Regret it?"

Knowing everything, Qin Guanglin hesitated for a moment before asking.

Why bother stunned, did not understand what he was talking about for a while, subconsciously asked: "What do you regret?"

"In ordinary little days, I still do what you do every day." Qin Guanglin pretended to be relaxed.

"Then less." Why not curl his lips, looked up at the night sky, and said: "...Do you know what the eternal theme of the time and space shuttle is?"

"Well... what is it?"

"To make up for regrets, if everything in life can be repeated, we can do better-almost everyone thinks so."

Why not follow Qin Guanglin's footsteps and walk forward slowly, holding his solid arm, tilting his head to look at him, and asking, "Isn't it?"

"Hmm...it seems to be."

Qin Guanglin had to admit that the biggest advantage of this incident was to do everything he did wrong and repeat everything.

Do it again, it must be more perfect.

"I had a very happy life in those years. You didn't leave me any regrets except yourself."

"My only regret is you."

A few words gently let Qin Guanglinton stay in place.

"You said, would I regret it?"

Under the starlight, why not raise his face, the eye sockets that he just cried still have a hint of unnatural redness, and his voice is not as clear as usual, with a little hoarse.

In the summer of this year, the stars are shining and the moonlight is like silver. Qin Guanglin and He Na were together, standing at the foot of the huge idol in the center of the golden dome. The breeze blew by him and drilled into the distant cliffside mountains, like a sigh in his ear.

He finally got a complete understanding of how stubbornly he was. He was accidentally blinded by the wind, blinked his eyes vigorously, and hugged her into his arms.