Chapter 94 Many of you

"Pocket pocket, what is this?" The little curiously looked at a camera next to Hua Tianxiu's desk and asked.

This is a small camera mounted on a tripod, with a simple style. Pocket said disapprovingly, "Oh, this is a camera."

The little one is naturally curious about everything. After a "oh" and a sudden realization, his little hand unconsciously fiddled with the camera, as if he was studying some scientific monster. Pocket thought about how big the little one is. At most, he can control the switch button, and he doesn't care.

The little one babbling and pressed something on the machine. The camera suddenly flashed, and a square light blue curtain suddenly lit up on the snow-white wall facing the lens, instantly mapping the whole room into a dark sky blue.

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" The little one was not ashamed to do anything wrong. Instead, he looked excited and stood straight in front of the camera, with his waist crossed, as if he had found the helmsman of the New World.

"Nameless, what are you doing? Turn it off quickly." Pocket instinctively said this, I'm afraid that I accidentally found some business secrets hidden in it. Obviously, I and my child don't understand it, but if Hua Tianxiu knew it, he would definitely not let her go.

"Wow... Pocket, I see you!" Wu Ming looked at the camera and shouted in surprise with wide eyes.

"What?" As soon as pocket pocket asked, he found that the light in the room flashed and turned white. He turned his head, and the curtain projected on the wall had changed.

The person in the photo is her. Her photo is projected on the snow-white wall, which is only half the size of a real person. The angle of the projection is also a little skewed, but the effect is very high-definition. However, she doesn't remember when this photo was. Because in the photo, she had long hair, her face rose slightly, smiled like flowers, and her eyes completed the crescent moon. She raised one hand, brushed the wind-blown hair, and put one hand on the handlebar of the bicycle. She was wearing a white T-shirt with a circle of blue on the edge of the collar. In the lower right corner of the dress was a badge sign. She should have been wearing a student costume at that time.

The photo is very high-definition, and the sea of flowers in the background is so clear that the stamens can be seen in the distance. This must be a still or art photo from a few years ago, because she has never been with long hair over the years.

"Pocket, or you!" I pressed the next one without a name.

The next one is still her. This is a close-up of her side face. It's not a side face, because in the photo, she fell asleep on the book with her side face. The camera was shot at her front face, but one-third of her cheeks were buried in the book. The lens must be pulled very close. Every one of her eyebrows will be photographed, and several hairs hanging on her cheeks are clearly visible. She closed her eyes, her mouth was slightly open, and the saliva dripping from her lips on the book could be seen.

And when is this photo?

"Pocket, or you!" Every time the nameless one is turned out, he will be amazed.

This is an indoor photo. The light is very dark, the figure is champagne-colored, and the curves of the human side face and body can be clearly seen. She stood by the window, her hair casually coiled into a bun, rolled her sleeves, and washed the vegetables under the faucet. The windows are half closed, the curtains are flying, and the glass windows are full of raindrops.

How could she not recognize this one? That was the first time she and he came here for a holiday. Because it was the first time she went into the kitchen when she still had long hair. She didn't know that Hua Tianxiu photographed her at that time. What's more, such a clumsy hand looks so skillful in the camera. She thought that she must have been stupid and imageless at that time.

Nameless turned out the next one in the cheers: "Pocket, the way you sleep!"

In this one, she was lying on a wide chest in a loose milky white shirt and fell asleep. The angle of the camera was shot from the top down. She looked slightly drooping her head, her long hair scattered on her body, and the two rows of upturned eyelashes could be seen clearly. She put her hand on the chest, closed it slightly, and the corners of her lips hooked slightly, as if she was sleeping contentedly.

During her long hair, she only lay in one person's arms. Pocket looked at the flipped photo in a frenze and seemed to slowly see something. My heart began to clear, but it seemed to be shrouded in smoke, and I couldn't breathe.

"Wow! Pocket pocket, this is you who eats, this is you who drinks. You are looking at the sky, you are feeding pigeons, you are looking at the snow..."

The background of this in the snow is the villa where she lived with her parents many years ago. She was wearing a thick down jacket, wrapped in a hat and scarf, revealing only her eyes and nose. She stood next to the snowman in a frenze, playing with the carrot nose. Behind him are four rows of footprints. Two rows of big and two rows of small.

"Pocket, there are so many of you."

The nameless pressed the next one, and she has become the one with short hair. With short hair, her face looked a little calmer. Her smile was no longer a grin, and her eyebrows were a little gloomy. There is only one photo of her short hair, which is the appearance of her sleeping in his chest. In the photo, she was still wearing a white shirt, her hands slightly closed against his chest, and she slept like a baby. Compared with many years ago, her eye bags are darker, her hair is not soft, and there are a few faint freckles on her cheeks. The only thing that remains unchanged is the raised corners of her lips.

There is no his face in the two photos. There are about a dozen photos in the camera, all of which are her.

"Pocket pocket, I remember it! Uncle Hua said that on your birthday, he would send you photos that he didn't send out seven years ago.

Why is he here for the photos that were not sent out 7 years ago? Why did you take pictures of her most beautiful memories in the past, but now you have to take pictures of her most unsightly side? Thinking that there might be those nude photos hidden in the camera, Pocket ran over in a hurry and stopped the nameless and said, "Nameless, turn it off!"

"No more, pocket, that's all."

The photo returns to the first one, the student outfit.

When Hua Tianxiu came back, his body was like a layer of frost, and the cold was freezing. He grabbed a bunch of wild vegetables in one hand, took off his mask in the other, and his face turned red with cold. He is so ordinary and real like this. The pocket looked in a trance, and he went out without looking at him. Hua Tianxiu ignored the indifference in her eyes with a consistent calm look and went into the kitchen to serve porridge.

"Uncle Hua, will you be angry if you don't drink without a name?" Ask the little one.

"Why don't you drink?"

"Because it seems that someone needs Uncle Hua more than me."

Hua Tianxiu stopped washing vegetables and looked at him hesitantly.

Hey hey, Uncle Hua, didn't you think so? When you were fiddling with the camera in the afternoon, I saw pocket photos! The long hair in the pocket looks so beautiful. Those must be what you said. It's a birthday gift for her, right? However, it's been so long, why haven't you sent it yet? So, when you are not paying attention, I have been looking around for a long time! Because when you look at those photos, you don't notice my existence at all. It's just that it's not easy to find pocket photos. You have to press several passwords. Whoo, it took a lot of effort to remember them!

"Gifts are used to give to others. What's the use of leaving them for yourself?" It's a nameless and righteous statement.

Hua Tianxiu looked at him in surprise and didn't care what it would feel like. Instead, he felt that this kid was really not ordinary shrewd! Those photos have set several permissions. There are several steps from opening to calling, and the little one actually wrote them all down? He looked at him incredulously and asked, "Nameless, why do you help me?"

"Because..." The nameless eyes looked at him, bit his lips, lowered his head slightly, and finally only said, "Isn't Uncle Hua a nameless secret friend?"

"So, you got up in the middle of the night to make a fuss about porridge and cheat Uncle Hua out. Is it also deliberately designed?"

"Half and half, I'm really a little hungry."

Hua Tianxiu is speechless. What a kid, he can already calculate at a young age! He scratched his head and got up and said, "Drink the porridge before going to bed."

"Uh-huh!" Nameless squeezed his mouth and smiled, and his big eyes kept looking at him.

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When he came out of Hua Tianxiu's room, he buried himself in the bath and took a bath fiercely. What Hua Tianxiu said sounded in her ear over and over again: "Xin Pocket, never forgive me."

Forgive, she didn't want to forgive. She and he seem to be walking at both ends of the same line, tied together, but deliberately alienating. If they take another step forward, the rope will break, and the two will fall to the bottom of the valley and smash their bones.

Some people are shallowly popular, but they can't be affectionate. From then on, Xiao Lang has been a passer-by. Some people are entangled with love and hate, and are destined to be entangled for a lifetime. But what does she do with Hua Tianxiu? It was said to be an evil fate, but she really didn't owe him anything. She said that she had encountered misfortune and bad people. He guarded himself again and again.

She didn't know how long she had been soaked in the water. She probably came out of the bathroom when she felt that the water was cold. Dry your body, wrap the bath towel and lie back **, and soon fall asleep.

The heat wave hit, blowing her hair and kissing her face. She heard the sound of the hair dryer, which sounded in her ear. Her head was gently put here by a big hand, and don't go over there. The wind blew on her evenly.

"Sleep before your hair is dry. Aren't you afraid of migraines?"

is the voice of Hua Tianxiu. His tone is really like his father. In the past, Dad would say that about her. At that time, her hair was still very long. Every time she dried it, it took a long time to blow out a beautiful shape. Her mother played tricks and said that her hands were sore, and then she relied on her face to ask her father to help her blow it. This kind of coquettishness is only once or twice, because Dad is so busy that he really doesn't have much time to give them. Who knows, Dad doesn't have much time to give them in his life.

Hua Tianxiu has changed his washed clothes. He has no tobacco smell, only a faint jasmine fragrance. The palm of her hand beside her still retains the warmth of the hairdryer, which is warm. Pocket stood up and gave him a kiss. There is no reason, I can't say why.

When the tip of his tongue slipped through the softest part of his body, she called out. Manmengmeated into the cells all over his body. He was like a king. After the opening of the wasteland, he carefully operated on his own territory and worked hard.