Chapter 109 The Heart Is Like a Rock (End)

The time he gave her will not add up to more than half a year. This half year is enough for her to miss for the rest of her life.

Pocket will not forget that many years ago, in the morning, a voice woke her up like this: "Pocket, wake up, you can't see it if you don't wake up."

She opened her eyes and found herself lying on a pair of broad shoulders. She raised her eyes and saw a familiar side face.

"Don't just look at me, look at the front."

It's the valley in the early summer morning.

They stood on the top of the valley, and the trickle stream under their feet reflected the whole valley clearly. On both sides are endless rocks, and lush shrubs are bathed in the morning sun, sometimes green and sometimes golden.

Because of the rain, the air is particularly fresh. A rainbow fell from the sky, as close as an overpass in front of them. It can climb straight to the sky.

Pocket jumped off his back and trotted to the edge of the stream, trying to get closer to them. The corners of her mouth couldn't suppress her smile, so she kept looking silly until the man asked, "Do you like it?"

"I'm not lazy yet."

"I love you."

At that time, the voice whispered in my ear.

"What did you say?" Obviously, his face turned red, but he had to question again in a provocative tone.

He turned his face away, coughed twice, and whispered, "No, I didn't say anything."

"I heard it. You said you loved me." She leaned over and pulled his arm, asking like a child asking for candy.

"No, I didn't say anything." He raised a shallow smile at the corners of his mouth and avoided her eyes.

"You said it, you said it!"

A finger scraped the tip of her nose, and she saw his face, flashing in the sunshine.

......

A voice from far to near: "Baby, do you see it?"

When I woke up, I saw the little face in front of my eyes. But now, you can't call him a little younger. He is 12 years old.

"Dreaming of Dad again? I'm so laughing that my saliva is about to fall down!"

"Kid you, are you jealous?"

"It's not certain who is jealous of anyone. Youzi said that she would participate in the performance at the beginning of spring next semester and asked me to be her dance partner. Knowing that we were here, she quarreled with Uncle Zeye to bring her over and learn from her skills." After saying that, the boy put his hand on his lap and nodded modestly to the pocket.

"You are so worried. You even do things like becoming a teacher for others. Do you know how much your mother is worth now?"

"Don't underestimate your apprentice. Youzi will be a designer in the future and won't humiliate you."

Since Youzi's condition improved, the two children have become closer and closer, and the momentum can't be stopped~~ Pocket sighed long, lowered his shoulders and surrendered, saying, "My son is angry with someone else's nostrils. What else can I say?"

"Oh, my baby is jealous. What should I do?" Tian Tian pretended to be miserable. He sat on the couch next to the pocket, looked up and asked, "Well, mom, did you just dream of your father? What did he say to you?

"Little slippery!" Pocket stretched out his finger and poked it on Tiantian's forehead, which made him giggle.

Opening the door, a thick layer of snow has been piled up in the yard. The first snow fell for half a month, and the mountains and forests in City C were covered with silver.

If there is something that can remain unchanged for a hundred years, it must be here. The mountains here will not change, the snow will not change, and the houses will not change. The decoration and decoration of the villa were the same as five years ago. Pocket used a lot of methods to find the past Russian maid Kitty and asked her to help with some housework during the holiday.

Not long ago, this mountainous area was almost circled by the government and had to vigorously reclaim and build it. Pocket, who knew the news, put down his work and immediately rushed back, intending to stop it. She still holds the determination to take the money to death and contract the mountain if it really doesn't work.

However, things were not as bad as she thought. When she returned to China, the development project had been stranded. Later, because she was busy with the film exhibition, she did not follow up on this matter. She just took care of it, inquired about the news in the bureau, and planned to return to China as soon as there was any news. I don't think the exact news I got now is that this plan has been completely withdrawn.

The coffee house at the foot of the mountain is like an ancient tree, always there. All year round, the flowers bloom and the snow melts. It's all there.

A sports car parked not far away under a sycamore tree on the roadside. Through the black window, the people in the car saw two familiar figures walking towards the store.

Yuheng sat in the car and stared at the shop with mist in the window. He saw the looming figure inside. Sometimes he stood up and sometimes sat up. Then, one hand pressed the fingerprint on the window, and a smaller hand pressed another fingerprint next to the fingerprint. Through the clear gap, it seems to see a child's face.

He has shaved off his beard and smiled. Someone hasn't seen it for a long time, but she will like it.

Pocket will not know that a person has spent hundreds of millions of yuan to guard this place for her. Yuheng will not let her know. He knows that this place does not belong to him, and he is willing not to leave a footprint in this place.

"Pocket, this snowy mountain, no one will ever move. Does this count as paying off what I owe you and Hua Tianxiu?

His voice was vague, with a slight loss.

"Young master?" The driver called him softly.

Slow down, put on sunglasses, and said, "Let's go."

In the coffee shop, the fireplace is on fire. The boss is still the former boss. He is fat and honest. He has a small piece of bald forehead. When he lowers his head, he can see his shiny head.

When he saw pocket leading a boy in, the boss was shocked, his eyes widened, and he asked inconceivably, "Xiao Xiaoxiu?"

"Uncle, this is the son of me and Brother Tianxiu. My name is Tiantian."

"Oh, my God, you looked exactly the same as your father when he was a child." When the boss brought coffee and milk tea, he said so.

"Grandpa, I will surpass my father and be more handsome than him."

The pocket is sitting by the window every day, and the window is still filled with a thick layer of water mist. He held a straw in his hand every day and unconsciously drew something on the window.

"Did you inherit your father or your mother?" As the pocket said, his palm pressed a print on the window, and through the gap between the five fingers, he could clearly see the scenery outside.

He took out his hand every day, pressed it next to the pocket fingerprints, and said, "Baby, how old are you still playing this?"

When I was about to walk out of the store, I saw that the string of photos clamped with a rope at the door were still there.

"Every day, come and have a look. These are all taken by your father." Pocket pointed to the photos one by one and said.

The first one is the two smiling faces painted on the window when they were here for the first time 12 years ago. At that time, it was still summer. The water mist in the window was not so heavy, and the depression outside was faintly visible through the glass.

The second one is "Zhen" written by his fingers on the window. The third one is still "Zhen".

The fourth picture is the fingerprint she pressed here five years ago, and later Hua Tianxiu pressed another big print next to her when she was away. The photo has been beautified with retro special effects, and there is a faint dark green halo around the window.

The fifth one is still "Zhen".

When he came out, Tian Tian seemed to remember something and asked, "Mom, didn't you say that Dad only came twice in the years when he went abroad? With the first and last time, how can there be five?"

The pocket pace was stunned, suddenly turned around, turned around and ran into the store, opened the last photo, and the printing date behind showed the last month.

She held the photo and was eager to put it in her arms, but she was afraid of accidentally crushing it. He stared at the date for a long time, and finally said in a choked voice:

"Every day, now, just wait for Dad to come back to us."

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