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Wen got off the bus absentmindedly and walked home slowly until he entered the door. The scene of the ice sculpture hall had been played back millions of times in his mind.

He poured himself a glass of water, drank it all at once, and then took a breath. He tried to summon up his spirits and began to set up the scene

In the ice sculpture hall.

After Wen Yiyan left, Fanxing finally became less rigid.

While walking and chatting with Liu Jiamin, occasionally encounter interesting games will also participate in.

Two people walking on an ice road, Liu Jiamin looked at the Vatican star, did not have a deep meaning to ask, "small star, what do you think a word is like?"

"A word?" Fanxing round eyes a turn, honest way: "he is a very good person."

She smiles, her eyes seem to have light flow.

"Of all the people I know, he is the best. Long good-looking, top-notch academic performance, and a kind and pure heart. It's good everywhere, anyway. "

Liu Jiamin was gratified. What could be more proud of her son-in-law than her promising daughter-in-law.

"My aunt has always been proud of him and hopes that he will be better and better in the future."

"Auntie is also a very excellent person, only excellent people can give birth to the same excellent children, right?" Vatican flattered happily.

"You, a little mouth is sweet." Liu Jiamin points her nose tip with a smile, thinks about it, and then turns the words back to the main topic, "I'm thinking about it. I'll have to urge more words to go home in the future holiday, so that he can have a good pain in you."

Fanxing gaze, good pain her? Why does that sound so strange.

But she didn't think much about it. It was just right to urge him to go home, otherwise she would miss him too much.

Last time, a year and a half, she was almost in love.

……

Wen Yiyan was in a daze. He pushed down the pump like a mobile phone. His thumb and forefinger tightly twisted the balloon and put it on the sharp mouth of the air cylinder. His eyes were focused on a point on the floor, but he didn't focus.

"Bang!" Three or three pieces of broken balloons floated down from the air. The original intact pink balloon burst because of the gas injected too much of its own capacity.

His heart was startled and he suddenly woke up.

Looking down at the remains of a part of the balloon still twisting at the fingertips, the eyebrows closed slightly.

Wen Yiyan, what are you thinking?

How can you think of such a thing?

A little annoyed, Wen Yiyan was stunned for a long time, then he regained his former indifferent look. He took out a new balloon from the bag and put it on the air pump to gather his mind to work.

In an orderly manner, inflate a sufficient number of colorful balloons and distribute them evenly in all corners of the living room, as well as in the center.

Around the walls pull up the neon lights of ten colors, sprinkle some small pieces of colored paper on the floor.

After decorating the living room with a festive atmosphere full of parties, Wen Yiyan stood in the center of the living room and looked around for a week and breathed his breath in silence.

It's about ten minutes before we order the cake.

After looking at the time on the wall, Wen Yiyan takes out his mobile phone, and first van Muyang dials the phone.

The bell rang twice and was connected.

"Uncle van, the house is all set up. When will you be back?"

Fanxing told her father about today's plan two days ago. Van Muyang was very happy and said that he would attend the birthday party.

"In a word, I'm on my way back, about five or six minutes. By the way, is the cake ready?"

Wen said, "it's on the way."

"Yes, I'll be there in a minute."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yiyan looked at the mobile phone and thought for a long time. His slender fingers slipped slowly on the address book, and the most fingertips stopped on one of the names for a long time.

Dad.

Eyes light micro convergence, Wen Yiyan after a little hesitation, fingertip micro dot, telephone broadcast.

Unlike just now, this time the bell rang for a long time before the phone was connected.

Wen Jianlin's voice came out, "Hello, a word."

"Dad, are you back?"

After deciding to celebrate his mother's birthday, he still called his father and told him today's party, hoping that he would come back sometime.

There was a bit of noise on the other end of the phone. It seemed that after a few steps, Wen Jianlin said in a low voice: "in a word, the newly discovered ancient tomb in Egypt has been toppled by criminals. It is said that they will come to steal the tomb today. In order to protect the ancient tomb from being damaged, I must work with my team to rescue the ancient tomb."

Wen Yiyan's expression is getting colder, and his voice is lighter than usual, "that is to say, you won't come back, are you?"

"Sorry, say happy birthday to your mother for me."

Wen Yiyan holds the mobile phone with a cool look.

"If you really like ancient literature so much and decide to live with it, why do you want to get married in the first place? I'm sorry for my wife and I'm sorry for my children. Why should I"In a word, I..."

The voice of Wen Jianlin's explanation is suddenly cut off. Wen Yiyan hangs up the phone and goes to the French window to look at the sky in the distance. His face is hard to distinguish.

After a long time, he picked up the phone again, input a string of numbers directly, and dialed it.

He seemed to remember that string of numbers very well, one by one, pressing without pause.

In the ice sculpture hall.

Fanxing is playing in front of a game stall.

A familiar melody sounded from the position of her pocket. She put down the ball in her hand, took out her mobile phone, saw the name jumping on the screen, and looked at Liu Jiamin, who was concentrating on the crossword puzzle, without trace. She stepped back and left and picked up the phone in a low voice.

"In a word, are you ready?"

Wen Yiyan's voice was dim, "well, come back."

"Well, I'll take my aunt back."

"Well."

Just put down the mobile phone, Liu Jiamin's voice suddenly rings from the ear, startled the Vatican star to breathe.

"Whose call is it?"

Fanxing turns around and looks at Liu Jiamin, who is frightened. He silently presses down the frightened little heart and arranges his facial expression. Fanxing starts to play with his upper body.

"Aunt, not good, a word just called me to say that he has a stomachache and can't move at home."

In order to highlight the seriousness of the matter, the play is closer to reality and makes people feel the same. Like a professional actor, Fanxing pinches his thigh and blushes.

Which son of a bitch pinches the thigh this kind of near self mutilation ghost idea, ache dead individual!

Fanxing complained in his heart for a moment, while he was in a sad face. His eyes were flustered and congealed to Liu Jiamin.

"What? How could this happen? " When Liu Jiamin heard that her son had an accident, she was in a panic.

But in the end is to live half a lifetime of people, panic, she reluctantly calm down, "go, we hurry back."

With that, she walked in a hurry and went directly to the entrance of the exhibition.

Back in the car, Liu Jiamin turned the steering wheel and asked Fanxing, "did he say where the pain is, is it appendicitis?"

Fanxing shook his head worried and whispered, "I don't know."

"Did he call an ambulance?" If you can call Fanxing, you should be able to call 120.

Seeing Liu Jiamin's worried face turned white, Fanxing secretly spat out his tongue, a little guilty, the play has been performed.

She patted Liu Jiamin's arm, gently comforted, "should not be so serious, auntie, you don't worry too much, let's go back to see the situation first."

Liu Jiamin looked at the road carefully and felt as anxious as an ant in a hot pot. "How can we not worry about it? The child has always been in good health. He seldom has a cold or fever. Now he is sick, and there is no sign. By the way, didn't he study medicine himself? Did he find some medicine to take? "

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