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Sheng Xia squatted on the ground, and the figure in front of her went back and forth. She felt that it couldn't be Gu Yichuan, she didn't even have the thought of looking up.

However, somewhere in the dark, there is a figure that freezes in front of him.Sheng Xia didn't want to look up either.

Until the sound of a child moaning and chirping came over, Sheng Xia's heart was startled, she raised her head subconsciously, and saw Gu Yichuan standing with the street lamp and moonlight on his back, and Gu Yi who was firmly held in his arms .

Sheng Xia stood up abruptly, staring intently at the man who she thought had left in surprise.

Bamboo usually stands in front of him.

"Gu Yichuan!" She subconsciously called his name, and then she rushed towards Gu Yichuan.It was like a gust of wind, and it seemed to be raining.With the weight of the whole body, hold it, it is the whole world.

At this moment, to Gu Yichuan, it felt like the whole world was rushing towards him.

Can you hide?

Can you refuse?

Certainly not!

Even if the body is smashed to pieces, you still have to hug her tightly, and you won't let go even if you die.

So he hugged it tightly.

In the crowd of people, amidst the din of voices, he hugged his son in one hand and his wife in the other.This kind of happiness, this kind of happiness after suffering, is simply not too beautiful.

Some media reporters saw such an eager and warm embrace in the crowd, and couldn't help but scrambled to take pictures.

On the second day, such a beautiful picture made the headlines of the new year.

In the brightly lit square, among the bustling crowd, the men's backs are firm and generous, and the women's faces are filled with happy smiles.Children are very young, and they are far from being able to recognize what kind of day it is today and what kind of environment is in front of them.But that pink face, with a sweet and lovely smile, is cute.Slightly raised, the small arm resting in the air is chubby, and the photographer's angle is well grasped, as if what his fingertips touch is the white moon.

When such a newspaper, a headline, appeared on the Xilin Qin family's breakfast table on the first day of the new year, which was not very harmonious, the original tension became more and more serious.

Qin Pojun held a corner of the newspaper and threw it on the table viciously.Just as Qin Yangming put down his fingers from the soy milk cup, he touched the paper of the newspaper.

He squinted at the clear and beautiful midsummer in the picture, and then thought of the woman behind this face. He glanced at his wife sitting opposite, motionless and slow.

Qin Yangming moved his fingertips that touched the newspaper.

"When do you plan to let your Aunt Lan return to Canada?" Qin Yangming's voice was not heavy, showing a little carelessness.However, at home like this, on the first day of the new year, which is a traditional and joyous reunion day, such carelessness, such a call of Aunt Lan, is like a knife, cutting everyone's heart without hesitation , I didn't even need to touch it, I saw blood in my chest.

It hurts, it's ugly, it's deep.

"Ah, who are you talking about?" Qin Pojun paused, raised his brows, and at the same time, he put the cup in his hand on the table, and thick white soybean milk poured out of the bowl pour out.It was the same anger that he couldn't suppress in his heart.

"Son, it's been like this for so many years. One time, isn't it enough?" After speaking, Qin Yangming's eyes showed more seriousness and seriousness.

It seemed that he really wanted to have a showdown with Qin Pojun, or with his first wife.

He looked at his young son with fixed eyes and majesty, "Either, you make her disappear forever, or you make me disappear forever."

Very calm multiple choice question.

Tired, suddenly don't want to go on like this.

"By this time tomorrow, I hope she has already arrived in Canada." Qin Yangming left these words lightly, got up and left.

It wasn't until his back completely disappeared at the corner of the corridor, in the dining room, that all this really started to happen.

The sound of newspapers being torn, the sound of cups being smashed on the ground, the sound of soybean milk being splashed elsewhere, the sound of heavy footsteps...