Chapter 389

"So, I'm your spring. When I come, your good day will come." Meiya holds his face and smiles warmly. "Zhongmingwei, you're my spring too. When I see you, my thin and ugly dead tree finally gives birth to a bud, and then I'm your Meiya girl. Hey, do you mean that?"

"You're only half right," Zhong Mingwei said, his eyes a little hot, but he couldn't help laughing. He reached out and rubbed the twist braids of Meiya, and said softly, "last spring, in ningguta, there were two lonely trees. They met each other, and then they had roots and buds together. Their roots were intertwined in the soil, and the branches were held in the clouds. They grew gradually It became a husband and wife tree. Later, ah, they would have flowers and fruits, and sprouted many buds from the ground. They were pretty tight... "

"Zhong Mingwei, do you want dolls?" When she said this, Meiya blushed badly, but looked at Zhong Mingwei boldly. Meiya didn't think about this problem. Zhong Mingwei is thirty-three years old, no longer young and frivolous. Ordinary people have become grandfathers at this age.

"Yes," Zhong Mingwei also looked at Meiya and nodded his head in a big way. In the past, he also wanted children. At that time, he urgently needed a grandson to help him. As for who was the mother of the child, he didn't care. Now, he also wanted the child, but only wanted Meiya to be the mother of his child. He especially wanted to see that he and Meiya's child were one What's his appearance? He wants to watch the ordinary and sweet life of his mother and son. He looks at Meiya's blushing face. His old heart is sweet. He kisses Meiya's slightly dry lips. Somehow, he suddenly smiles again, and his eyes smile with fine lines. "But I don't want to. I'm afraid of you after giving birth to a baby I can't hold it in my eyes. I'm sure I'll stare at the little boy all day. Even if I pinch the little rabbit, I'm afraid I'll pinch it for the little boy. I'm sure I won't pinch it for me. "

"How can you eat when you are so big Little doll's vinegar? " Meiya looks at his appearance and thinks it's funny, but she is very shy. She covers her mouth and laughs, and at the same time she puts her elbow on the man. "Or you are not your own child. How could you be a father like this?"

"I don't care. Even if I'm jealous, my own baby can't do it," Zhong Mingwei mumbled, with a bit of gnashing his teeth. "No, I'll have another baby in a few years, or it won't happen."

"Here..." Meiya is a little hard to talk about. After half a day, she asked in a small voice with a red face, "others don't get married Do you have dolls? You Are you going to marry me again in a few years? "

"No," said Zhong Mingwei. The man in his thirties was a little shy at this time. He leaned over Meiya's ear and whispered, "at that time, I'll ask Mr. Gu to make some medicine for me. After I take it, I can Let's not have children first or delay the reconciliation of yin and Yang... "

"You You shut up! " The next second, Meiya suddenly pushes Zhong Mingwei away, holding the Tangyuan on the tray, gets off the bed, pushes the door and leaves.

"This girl, the stove is in the room. Where is it going?" Zhong Mingwei stared at the door, touched his nose, and muttered in a low voice. Then he followed the crack of the window and watched his little girl standing in the courtyard with a tray of tangyuan. Zhong Mingwei pointed to the window sill and knocked it leisurely. Then he said proudly, "hum, where are you running? I'll be back soon."

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On the 10th day of March, 33, Jiasheng, Ninggu pagoda.

Since March, the days of Ninggu pagoda have been warmer. It's outside or covered in silver, but the ice on the eaves is beginning to drip.

After breakfast, Gu Changlin pounded the plaster in the outer hall. Zhong Mingwei's knee was much better, and his skin and flesh grew up. Now, he doesn't need to wrap gauze. He only applied the plaster a few times a day. Meiya sat down to lay hands on Gu Changlin.