Chapter 117 Choice
"What? Is your husband still in poor shape?
Liu Qing lowered his head and glanced at his body, and then stared at Lin Peihan fiercely. Is he still in poor shape now? The whole upper body is like a standard inverted triangle, and the muscles of the whole body are not as bloated as those strong men, but they are also streamlined. The overall feeling is that if it is before the end of the world, it may be rated as a fitness doctor or something.
But these don't count. As a man, he was criticized by his woman for not being technical, which is what Liu Qing is really annoyed with.
"Also, woman, don't you know how my skills are? Remember that some people only begged for mercy in the past?
With that, he changed his lustful look and kept looking at Lin Peihan. The gradual embarrassment on the woman's face was seen by him.
Under Liu Qing's shameless and hot gaze, Lin Peihan finally lost the battle and hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Hmm~~~! By the way, I just saw that you couldn't close your smile. Tell me, what's going on? So funny?"
Gently stroked Lin Peihan's already raised lower abdomen, and Liu Qing rarely threw away his usual coldness and fierceness. Looking at Lin Peihan and this unborn baby with a kind and warm face.
"Wife, what do you think a man's life goal is? Now I have several women who love me, and I have a baby who is about to be born, and now I am a powerful and hegemon. Do you think I will live a stable life with you in the future? Or keep moving forward?"
Hearing Liu Qing talk about such a heavy topic, Lin Peihan knew that Liu Qing was facing an important juncture in his life, and it was reasonable to have such an idea. He gently snuggled in Liu Qing's arms and wanted to convey his warmth to him and let Liu Qing know that she would stand behind him at any time. Always support him.
"Husband, are you confused? However, if you really want to live a stable life with us, you can't do it now. Today's situation is so chaotic that earth-shaking changes may occur at any time. How do you let us and our baby live in the future? Although you are now a general and the spokesperson of the mysterious main god, we don't talk about foreign countries, but at home, your power has not been able to calm down and consolidate the whole chaotic situation. You said, if you give up your hard work now, what sudden time will happen in the future, do you think we and the baby will continue to suffer and drift away? Question mark At the end of today, falling behind is equivalent to~~~. Do you know how nervous Li Xuan and I were when you were arrested by Kyoto last time?
Remembering the few months when Liu Qing left, Lin Peihan also curled up in Liu Qing's arms and sobbed in a low voice. She was afraid that Liu Qing would leave again. She didn't want to experience that kind of restless life again.
Looking at Lin Peihan, who slowly stopped sobbing in his arms and choked in a low voice, Liu Qing looked up at the bright ceiling. He knew that now he just wanted to retreat bravely. Maybe it was not only his beliefs, goals, women, families, and future that support a man to keep moving forward. The motivation for people to keep moving forward.
hugged Lin Peihan's right hand tightly again, kissed the woman's smooth forehead affectionately, and whispered in the woman's ear, "Baby, don't worry, I know what to do. For the sake of you and your baby's future stable and peaceful life, my husband, I will definitely bow to the essence and die. Already."
Lin Peihan hurriedly reached out to cover Liu Qing's lips and said infatuatedly, "What a dead person, dear~~~! I don't allow you to say that..."
"Okay, my husband won't say anything. However, this day is finally going to change, and I don't know what the road will be like in the future~~~!.............
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In the flowing years, the flowers bloom and fall, and it is another season. The flowers blown down by last night's wind and rain are left on the ground. There is a faint person, with tears in his hands, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, faint thoughts, and faint thoughts. Last night, the rain fell on the dust, and the flowers bloomed but the sadness of the flowers passed away.
The flowers are like dreams, full of injuries
The moon shadow is cold, and the years are wasting. Time hastily passed without mercy. Twenty years have passed like this. The weather in late autumn is still cool. I was shocked by the sound of rain in my sleep. When I woke up on a rainy night, suddenly, the coolness came. I felt that my thoughts had never been clearer. Through the window sill, I looked at the dark gray, full of The sad sky, sighing for the flowing years, the autumn with fallen leaves, turned out to be so sentimental, not for the withering of the fallen leaves, but for the year after year the flowers are similar, and people are different from year to year. This eternal law, the withered flowers will bloom again in the coming year, and the flowers are still fragrant and live forever. I am young, Shao Hua fell in love, but there was no time when he was a teenager.
On the streets at the end of autumn, there are few pedestrians on the road. In addition to the slightly cold weather, the most impressive thing is the red leaves scattered on the streets. The breeze blows, like butterflies, dancing prosperous, the wind passes, and the ground is desolate. After the prosperity, we are always used to walking with memories and walking now. , and then at an inadvertent moment, I remembered the bits and pieces of the past and suddenly burst into tears. The original road of the past can't go back, and the footsteps of youth are getting farther and farther away.
Sometimes, we are thinking that time passes little by little, what we have done, at least what we have done for ourselves, sometimes we can't find a direction, the pace of youth goes too fast, time is a day, time passes, and slowly that step becomes a big step, and time is like this year after year. Passed, so what about ten or twenty years later? Will you think about it at that time? Is the pace of youth too fast? If we don't rush to run, we will be taken far away by time... Just like the flowers in a rainy day, they are knocked down by the cold rain before they enjoy the warmth given by the sun. The remnant flowers flowed into the air in an instant. Youth wanted to have a dream. In the dream, there was the beauty of flowers and the sadness of flowers falling.
The remnant flowers are like dreams, the flowers fall all over the sky, and the heart is broken. Along the most beautiful scenery in the sky, it quietly ends. The rain falls and the heart is broken, and the youth is like a cloud and smoke.
The lead is scattered and tears are away.
Walking at a certain intersection of life, looking back on the road, I met many people all the way, going forward, evolving all the way, flowers all the way, the flowers on the road of youth, inadvertently ended desolately. Some people have left without saying goodbye, some people leave, others will meet , leave like this, meet, and let us know that there are some things that we can understand without opening our mouths, and some roads will become very long...
Once, I went through your rainy season, and you passed by my youth. The past, which was still held in the deepest part of my memory, spread in my mind, the people who cried together after that year's failure, and the people who enjoyed success and laughed together that year, where is now in the world? Do you remember each other's smiles? The dream you said? Can a doomed passer-by in life meet by chance in a certain scene and at a certain time? Then, a smile and a faint greeting: Long time no see. With such a simple meeting, at least we can remember each other, I think it's enough.
Time flies and fades away. Many years later, I wandered on the edge of my memory again. Looking back on those lost years, I may suddenly realize that in this green life, we have laughed together. If there are regrets, maybe it's just that you, who was young and frivolous at that time, don't know how to cherish it. Flowers fall with the wind, the rain is accompanied by clouds, and passers-by are in a hurry. There is a meeting at the end. Just keep the scenery you have passed by and the past in mind.
Time flies away and flows young.
Like the years of water, light flowing years, time is old, and the face is also old. Who can withstand the passage of time? He will always be young, like a beautiful flower, and can't resist the years of water. Life is only a hundred years. Green and white hair is just decades of time. I am just a grain of dust in the mortal world, small. Freedom with the wind and dust, this is a kind of freedom that I yearn for. The wheels of time have run over 20 years. My freedom has become an unreachable dream. The cruelty of reality is in front of me. Twenty years, the traces left by time far away. In addition to leaving old marks on my face, I can't touch what I want. Freedom, I can only watch its distant back.
I looked back and saw that in the depths of the hazy lights, there was a childish face, playing with a group of children. It turned out that it was me when I was a child. Suddenly, I burst into tears, innocent years, free, laughing, and a group of friends who often played with me. When I was a child, my heart would not be lonely. When I grew up, I suddenly found myself getting more and more lonely.
Pure white years, like flowers have passed away, and have gone far away. Time can't go back to the past, nor can it go back to the beginning. My dear old days, goodbye, past, goodbye, like flower years, goodbye... In the dream, the petals of memory float back to the past, telling myself when I was a child, be yourself, you will get you Don't let the years sigh for the freedom you want.
Listen to the rain and live silently.
The once that I can't go back, the dream that I can't go back can only be regarded as a memory. The rain outside the window is quietly falling. I listen quietly and listen to the wonderful natural sound in the world - the sound of rain, as if listening to a story, a sad story, telling the sadness of the world, the world is troubled, like flowers withering, Like falling red leaves, it can't stand the flowing years, and the youth that can't be retained.
The dazzling light is not suitable for me. It is too bright and will burn my eyes. I like to live quietly. The soft light illuminates the two sides of the time, take the vicissitudes of life as a drink, and the years make gorgeous clothes. After a hundred turns a thousand times, I quietly turn around, and then leave...
What kind of life do you want? All I want is to listen to the rain and calm down...