You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

After the apology was finished, the family was also very happy, insisting that they didn't ask for money, saying that the canopy had to be replaced, but no matter how sensible and good-looking a child is usually, staying at home alone for a long time is really not reassuring, let Qi Ming You must find a way to take good care of him. "Accomplice" Qi Zhongshan was quite interesting, and Qi Zhiping, who had just returned home, kept pulling the responsibility on himself.Qi Ming breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that everyone is happy, who didn't make a lot of troubles when they were young, as long as they learn a lesson.

As a result, Ling Yifeng was always a few steps behind him when he went back. He felt that something was wrong, but when he turned around, he found the child was crying so hard, he hurriedly hugged him up: "Oh little ancestor, you did something wrong and still cry?"

"sorry."

"That's enough, if you know your mistakes, you'll be a good boy. Your brother was skinnier than you when he was young. I don't mind seeing it, and I'm not angry with you anymore." Qi Ming wiped his tears for him, "You two still Very good at playing, watching TV makes it feel like filming TV."

"Then will you send me away?" Ling Yifeng's little hand held him tightly by the collar, "Brother, can you not send me away? It doesn't matter if I'm alone at home. I'm obedient. I will never touch water or electricity." Gas and natural gas do not open the door to strangers, I..."

"Who is going to send you away?" Qi Ming was taken aback, "I just discussed with Chongshan's father whether we should adjust the time and bring the children together."

"Really?" Ling Yifeng slid out of Qi Ming's embrace and jumped on the ground, his eyes sparkling from crying just now, "You won't throw me away like my brother?"

"Your brother was so mad at you when he heard that, why did he abandon you? Isn't it good to let me here? Besides, didn't you say that he will come back after a holiday?" Qi Ming thought about it but felt a little sad, and bent down Looking at him, he said seriously, "Your brother and I, no matter what happens, we will never want you, remember?"

"Pull the hook!"

"Well, pull the hook."

Qi Ming vaguely felt that words such as "no matter" and "forever" carried unexpected meanings, but he still stretched out his hand and hooked Ling Yifeng's with his little finger.

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The weather is getting hotter and hotter. Kindergarten waited for Children's Day, and it didn't take long for the children to go home for the holiday.When the sound of cicadas became dry, Qi Ming simply brought a box of popsicles to the house and gave one to each of the children every day.

Since what happened last time, the relationship between the two families has become better. Sometimes Qi Zhongshan just stays at Qi Ming's house all day long.Summer afternoons are always too hot, and the adults are afraid that they will suffer from heat stroke, so they have to wait until evening before agreeing to let the two children out.At this time, he and Ling Yifeng would lie on the floor of the cubicle, draw pictures, play with toys and chat, and often fell asleep while playing, and when he woke up, he could see Qi Ming wearing a shirt that was one size bigger Or a T-shirt, standing beside the easel frowning, with sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.The noon sun brushed his eyelashes and jumped on the drawing paper. When he looked at it again, the manuscript that could only be seen in rough outline before falling asleep had begun to take shape, like a miracle born by human hands.

He lay there and listened to Ling Yifeng whispering that he wanted to be like his elder brother when he grew up, but after a while the topic changed to open a popsicle shop.After all, he couldn't remember what Ling Yifeng had said to him in those years, but when he grew up and remembered his childhood, he couldn't remember the earlier and farther things, as if everything started from Ling Yifeng, When he opened his eyes in this world, it was this long summer day, and Ling Yifeng was breathing steadily, sleeping next to him, with sweaty bangs on his forehead, and next to him were scattered oil pastels and drawing papers.

Ling Yifeng was the one he could never forget no matter what.

The author has something to say: Qi Ming's flag flew up immediately.