Chapter seventy The whole smile, just for the lover.

Yang Ningsu looked at the purple crystal eyes that exuded the temptation of evil spirits, and the reason in the eyes gradually faded away, and she sank into the gold powder degeneration deliberately embodied by Ye Wudao. At ordinary times, Ye Wudao played with her sharp words and amazing insight.

Yang Ningsu gradually closed her eyes, and her trembling eyelashes revealed her inner tension and fear. "No way, you are still a child, aren't you?" Ye Wudao evil evil smile, "of course, no way in front of my aunt will always be a child!" "

Looking at the attractive red lips of bright rose petals stained with morning dew, Ye Wudao hugged her waist and stepped up her strength, making them stick together closely and seamlessly, feeling the strange characteristics of Ye Wudao. Yang Ningsu's face was like a red apple, but she was immediately stopped by Ye Wudao. The Peach Blossom Garden that no one had ever reached was occupied by Ye Wudao's greed and wantonness.

Ye Wudao tasted Yang Ningsu's sweet and tender tongue in his mouth, smelled her familiar faint body fragrance in his nose, and with warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, he could not help but be in spirit. Yang Ningsu's body trembled badly, so his first kiss was dedicated to a "child". Spring onions and jade fingers clung to Ye Wudao's shoulder as a "bad boy". She didn't know what to do, but felt that she was blessed.

The stunning beauty with rosy cheeks opened her eyes slightly. Ye Wudao let her go and smiled gently. Yang Ningsu took a slight breath and stared at him. "Do you think Ningsu is you? I don't know how many times I have kissed other girls!" She seems to avoid the name "aunt" on purpose.

"I heard that Zhang Yanghao is still entangled in you? A small white face also wants to win the favor of Ning Su, a guy who doesn't know how to live or die! " Ye Wudao eyes flashed a kill machine.

"No way, forget it, people are not malicious, I will make it clear to him." Sensitive to Ye Wudao's anger and pitfalls, Yang Ningsu hurriedly said.

"Aunt, I am not a child, you know!" Ye Wudao light way.

Yang Ningsu stopped talking, her eyes suddenly dimmed, and her beautiful eyes gradually filled with tears. She looked at Ye Wudao's serious and mature face and trembled: "Why, why do you want me to be your relative, why am I so shameless!"

Despair and gloom surround Yang Ningsu, who has lost her ability to cry. The reality is not a fairy tale. No matter how hard she tries to hide it, there will always be a cruel day. The world may allow gay people to get married, and it may be regarded as the greatness of love charm to get married between men and women who are one child apart, but incest is impossible to be accepted one day!

Ye Wudao went to the window and lit a cigarette silently. This is not a small problem. It is not unheard of, but it is not so real in front of him. "For a bad guy like me, there is no moral bottom line!"

If he wasn't worried that Yang Ningsu would be slandered by gossip, he wouldn't care about it, because once this relationship is made public, Yang Ningsu will have nothing!

Although there is no blood relationship between them!

"No way, if Ningsu is not your aunt, would you want Ningsu?"

Yang Ningsu's crystal tears slipped down her cheeks like pearls, and fell to the ground with sadness and determination.

"Even if you are my sister-in-law, I will want you in Ye Wudao!" Ye Wudao threw away his cigarette butt and walked to Yang Ning Su, holding the heartbroken little face carefully. "No one can stop what Ye Wudao wants to do!"

Yang Ningsu bloomed a shocking smile, beautiful and extreme, which was the saddest but also the happiest smile Ye Wudao had ever seen. "No way, I will leave the Yang family, and I want to be with No way! Although I can't cook a good meal, I won't knit you a warm scarf like a snow mark, and I won't care about taking care of someone, but Ningsu will learn and study very hard! "

Father

I am like a seed, planted in the soil of father's love.

Get used to warm arms and don't want to grow up.

He said that above the soil, there is the brightest sunshine.

So with my father's expectation, I got out of the soil and smelled the fragrance of flowers and plants.

One day, with a dream depicted by my youth, I will wander far away.

He said, don't forget what your mother looks like.

I let the years steal his black hair.

I let time rob him of his health.

I let dusk easily lengthen his back!

He tasted the hardships of life silently and alone.

Watching my son grow up little by little is the best compensation. One day, I will bury him at his grave and sing "Mother".

I am a red bean, put into my mother's heart.

Waiting at the intersection of rainy nights, I read her eyes through the rain curtain.

Holding her right hand, the cold was far behind.

I wish I were a silkworm, eating her deliberately hidden worries bit by bit.

I am self-righteous and mature, and I personally dug a gap.

Turning a blind eye to the loneliness of her sitting in a cane chair, I said I would go on a long trip.

I want to use the vicissitudes of pen and ink to describe the world on my paper at will. I mistakenly chose to squander the possession of maternal love. Wrapped in exhaustion, I came home, holding her porridge and swallowing it carefully. She was speechless and gentle.

Looking at the wrinkles carved in the corner of her eyes, I suddenly understood.

Her youth slipped away in such a hurry, like a thief who was frightened by me.

My birth was a conspiracy, a previous life, and I think it must be my old enemy.

In this life, she is so haggard and emaciated for me.

Time is a merciless curse.

Brought her white head and folds of life.

Finally, one day, I touched my head trembling and chose eternal silence.

Mother! In the next life, I will still be a mother and son.

Then let me be your mother, all the pain, all the mistakes, all the things.

Let me bear it alone.

Wandering freely

Walking through the snow and trying the lights to dream, Qin Lou Chu Guan recalled the cold screen. The white temples are slightly frosted and the crown is upside down, and the piano is caressed on the road of Zhangtai. Take a boat ride to the bottom of the moon, and sing in the Peach Blossom Garden. Take the book and fight the sword to go to the wild, Nanyang Caolu "Liang Fu Yin". Red leaves inscribed poems on golden bottles, burning incense and holding the yellow court on a moonlit night.

The whole world wakes me up and I'm drunk alone. What's wrong with being proud and frustrated? I'll whisper when it's sunny or rainy. I am willing to hold a pole for the sea and wait for half my life to catch big whales. Phoenix tour on the top of Kunlun Mountain, Kirin in abbot island. Nanke Huangliang dream finally wakes up, and life is like a duckweed!

Yin Jianghu

In autumn, rivers and seas pour into pots, and three thousand stars gather for a picture. Riding a crane in Bann Kwan Khiang Dao, riding a boat with prostitutes. After the song, tap the stringed piano, and the wind and rain will be hidden. A stone of talent accounts for eight fights, holding the stove and kneeling in the grass.

The history of five cars is hidden in the chest and abdomen, and the phoenix wants Lingyun to be lonely. Boiling wine is drunk and flying snow, and bonfire singing and dancing are idle. Yan ran failed before his temples were tightened, and he drew his sword and cried bitterly at night. Burying poetry and playing butterfly towel and drinking wine, life is just a mess!