Stubborn wife on duty: Mr. President is determined

Looking at the people who came in to eat one after another, some looked like couples, some looked like a family of three, and some looked like three generations living together, especially the two dining at the next table. Help and sad.

From the conversation between the two, I learned that they are a pair of brothers and sisters. The elder brother looks about 20 years old, and the younger sister looks about five or six years old. The age gap between the two brothers and sisters is really big. The value is also extremely high.

If the guess is correct, the elder brother should be a 'sister-concerned', he takes what the little sister wants; Put down my bowl and chopsticks, sit next to the little sister, then take the little sister's chopsticks, help her pick up vegetables, and then feed her.

With the gentle touch and doting eyes, in the eyes of the elder brother, the little sister seems to be her whole world; in the eyes of the younger sister, the elder brother seems to be her towering tree and the most trustworthy person.

"Brother, I want a Barbie doll." The little sister pushed aside the food that her brother brought to her mouth, pouted and said.

"Didn't my brother buy one for you last week?" The brother's beautiful touch on the head was very eye-catching.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, I want more." The little sister refused and looked very angry.

"Little cutie, don't be angry, you're not beautiful when you're angry. I'll buy you whatever you want, but this time I'll buy you a toy that is better and more beautiful than Barbie, okay?" At the same time, he will instill in her some truths that she can understand.

"Brother, hurry up and eat, we'll go buy it after you finish eating!" No matter how anxious the little sister was, she didn't ignore the unfinished meal in her brother's bowl.

Seeing my brother eat a few mouthfuls in a hurry, he put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Okay, cutie, brother, eat well!"

When leaving the dining table, the elder brother opened his arms, and the little sister threw herself into his arms.

The siblings left Li Xiaowan's sight.

Li Xiaowan watched the whole process of the two brothers and sisters eating, and she was sitting right in front of the two brothers and sisters.

Can't help but remind her of her brother.

If my brother hadn't been taken away by the hateful human traffickers back then, maybe he would have been like the brother just now, obedient to himself, holding himself in the palm of his hand and treating himself as a treasure.

And grandpa, in the eyes of relatives and friends, grandpa is the kindest old man. Xiner's mother told stories about her childhood and grandpa.

At that time, because the family was running a factory, the economy was relatively ample, but my grandfather liked to live in places with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Therefore, a house was built not far from Xiner's family, surrounded by mountains and rivers and green forests.

When I was young, the house in my hometown was surrounded by emerald green bamboo forests, and there were many types, such as bitter bamboo, chicken claw bamboo, water bamboo, mottled bamboo, etc. Some of them only knew their common names, so I didn’t know the specific names. clear.

Whenever the breeze blows, there will always be a scent of fragrance mixed in it, which makes people feel refreshed, but what makes the folks unforgettable is the melodious flute sound, which is what grandpa must do every morning matter.

When waking up in the morning, grandpa would always carry a stool to the path under the bamboo forest, and play with the homemade bamboo flute ecstatically.

Although it is a very old song, everyone thinks it sounds good. I heard from Xiner's mother that whenever she did something wrong and was scolded, her grandfather would always pull her to sit beside him and listen to him playing the flute. The melodious sound of the flute, smelling the tangy aroma, can't help "giggling" and laughing, and gradually forget the things that have just been trained.

 Now, the bamboo forest has long since disappeared, followed by roads, and my grandfather passed away a few years ago, and the bamboo flute disappeared with the demolition of the house, and now I can no longer enjoy it. To the feeling of peace and comfort before.

 Whenever the breeze blows, I really hope that I can go back to the past when I dream, see my grandfather again, enjoy the endless care again, and the fragrance of the bamboo forest when the breeze blows, and the comfortable and harmonious sound of the flute .

 The time when the wind blows is unforgettable for a lifetime.

The smoke at dawn drifts away with the morning light; the fallen leaves at dusk whisper with the evening wind!
People's mood, sometimes like the tide, fluctuates; sometimes it is like the surface of a lake, calm.

I really like to watch snow, but it’s hard to do what I want. In my memory, only in the winter many years ago, I have the experience of making snowmen, playing snowballs, and eating ice cream.

Although I was not yet ten years old at that time, it was enough to remember those happy times, but it is a pity that even watching the snow is a luxury now.

Although the past year no longer exists, the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys that happened in the past year have reappeared vividly.

In this year, the luck that has never been seen has come quietly; the surprise that has never been seen is floating; the sadness that has never been seen is exciting.

The helplessness of wanting to cry but no tears, the accident of joy, everything, we can only grasp and cherish it.

At the end of the road, there is still a road. As long as you are willing to walk, you can also walk out of a flat road.

Whether walking alone or with everyone, we all hope to go further.

The journey in the future will be windy and rainy, and the long years are still very long. I hope that the new year will be new. I hope that in the new year, the established plans and wishes can be realized. I hope that everyone around me can be happy and safe!
Waiting wholeheartedly, the flowers on the other side bloom.

I am not a natural long-distance runner, but I am always racing against time; I am not a natural gambler, but I am always betting against fate.

When the sun is looming in the sky and the sun is setting; when going home is about to come, night is coming soon.

I always say silently in my heart: For this success or failure, I have to bet with God once.

In fact, I was very conflicted in my heart. I knew it might be impossible, but in order to give myself a little comfort, I still tried my best to gamble, although the final gain or loss was not that important.

Because I have always felt that giving is directly proportional to gaining. It is very unrealistic to just ask for rewards without giving.

The definition of a gambler, in my opinion, is not confined to the poker table.

A person who gambles with fate and time can also be said to be a gambler, only in a different sense.

However, although I am betting against them, I have forgotten that some things cannot be used as betting chips. Reality is what it is, and life does not always live in an illusory world.

I don't know what the ending will be after the competition, but I still hope that it will not be as bad as imagined. Is this the life a gambler wants?
Years, like quicksand in the water, silently slide down the fingertips; like meteors in the sky, silently fall to the present.

 Opening the window and looking up, it is not the starry sky as imagined, but the light rain.

The face is blown by the wind, although there is a hint of coolness, but it is also mixed with bursts of earthy fragrance, and the only remaining drowsiness is suddenly gone. The beauty of nature cannot be described with any gorgeous words. I feel like spring is here.

 How many winters come and go, how many springs, winters, autumns and summers, what remains unchanged is the state of mind, and what remains forever is the time of chasing dreams, but whether the dreams can be realized in the end, cannot be praised.

 Although in the journey of life, you will pass through countless platforms, some of which are just like the scenery along the way, which are fleeting, but in the end there will still be a lot of beauty left behind.

Some of the friends I met on the train of life may also go away, while some still stay in place. No matter what the result is, at least I have met, miss those who have gone away, and cherish those who have not gone far away.

Be grateful for the encounter, be grateful for the sincerity, maybe the sincerity cannot be exchanged for the same sincerity, but in any case, you need to have a beautiful heart, hope that the time can be quiet; hope that the affection can last forever; hope that you care about yourself and what you care about Everyone is always happy and happy; I hope that the little angels can wave their angel wings and grow up healthily and happily.

 Although time cannot be grasped, it can be grasped; youthful and frivolous have faded away, only the mentality remains the same.

Is it the continuous ups and downs of the mountains, or the magnificence of the sea; it is the whispering of the wind, or the melodiousness of the rain.

The sky outside the window is a piece of blue, erasing the haze of the past, the whistling past yesterday is long gone, only by unremitting efforts today, can we have a day of fulfilling our dreams.

"Xiao Wan, one day, family members will be reunited, don't be envious, and don't be discouraged." The conversation between siblings envied himself, and even Xiao Wan.

"I hope that day will come sooner." With the vision of being reunited with my brother and sister, I have gone through almost twenty years. Although I have long regarded Xiner's family as the closest relatives in the world, but they After all, he has no blood relationship with him, and in the dead of night, he still thinks of his brothers and sisters from time to time.

I once read such a poem, and I personally think it is very classic: "The wind sweeps the heart and makes it difficult to understand the strings, the summer is warm and the autumn is cool, when will it be fried; the mountains are quiet and the dew leaves are light, and the high clouds cut the long sky!"

Walking through the bamboo forest path, inadvertently, a drop of coolness slipped from the fingertips. Looking up, I saw the snow flying all over the sky.

The warm spring breeze lingers around me, lingering.

When a pool of clear spring suddenly appeared in front of me, it was like sending charcoal in the snow. I walked slowly to the spring, but dared not touch it. I didn't want to disturb the tranquility of the spring, for fear of disturbing the creatures in the spring. Enough is enough, maybe "the mind is calm and naturally cool"!

If a person's heart can never be peaceful, even being in the North Pole is futile.

Winter and spring come and go, and all things recover, just like the alternation of years, and the reincarnation of years!

No matter how far your thoughts drift, you can't escape from reality. You can only use a good attitude to face up to everything that has happened or hasn't happened in reality.