Good days know the geometric ending.

A good day knows geometry, but it is also a pearl in tears.

Good days and good scenery are your pearl.

Three months later, San Francisco, USA.

The window was open, and the early morning sun shone in warmly. Outside the window, hyacinthus orientalis was just in full bloom.

The living room was quiet. Shen Ke stood next to a wooden horse in the hall and helped a child of three or four years old to shake the wooden horse. The child's eye pupil is black, but his tender face is a bit heroic, but it is still a little delicate. At the moment, he is riding on a wooden horse, rocking and giggling.

The other side.

On the table covered with floral curtains, there is an exquisite rose teapot, and the aroma of black tea floats up. Shen Yanqing in a suit and tie put a newspaper on the table. "This is a newspaper half a month ago. I just received it from my friends in China. "

Lin Xingjing's eyes fell silently on the page of the newspaper, Ming Pao, the most influential newspaper in China, which clearly read, "It used to be Beixindude, and Cui Hua was full of news." Rumbled general horn battle battlefield, Fang Qiu freely. Life and death, honor and disgrace, against General Xiao. "The final conclusion is only 16 words: the total angle is young and handsome, dare to be the first in the world, General Xiao, willing and inclined to the city.

There is a photo of him in the newspaper, with a handsome face and black eyebrows. She just looked at the photo quietly, her eyelashes drooped gently. It was a tear that landed on the newspaper with a bang and soaked the black and white page.

Xiao Nangui sat on the wooden horse, grabbed its head, shook it again and again, blinked at Lin Hangjing sitting at the table, and whispered to Shen Ke on the side: "Mom is crying."

Schenk said, "Then let's be quiet."

Shen Yanqing looked at Lin Hangjing, feeling very sad, and whispered, "Xiao Furen, it says that he is missing, which means that life and death are uncertain ..."

Lin Xingjing slowly reached out her finger to wipe away the tears in her eyes, looked up at Shen Yanqing who comforted herself, but smiled and said softly, "He must live, and one day, he will come back to me."

Her tone is firm to almost paranoid, and there is a jade-like light in her eyes. Shen Yanqing was slightly startled, but her heart was infinitely sour. She said softly, "Xiao Furen, at this point, you should take care of yourself ..."

She just sat there quietly, turned her head quietly, looked out the window at the blooming hyacinthus orientalis, pursed her mouth silently, and endured unspeakable sadness and cone-shaped pain, but two lines of tears slipped quietly from her white and tender cheeks. ...

He said, you are here, Beixin Town is here, and I am here!

He said, Lin Hangjing, I want you for a lifetime!

He said, Lin Hangjing, remember, I have only loved one woman in my life, Xiao Beichen, and that is you!

That snowy night, she promised to sign the marriage certificate. He was so happy that he carried her around in the snow. She closed her eyes in confusion. Snowflakes suddenly seem to be in a hurry, and there is snow everywhere, as if to change the color of the world.

That's all his happiness.

His voice is still in her ear, clear and vivid, as if engraved on her heart. She will never forget such a scene. He looked at her and said, I am not afraid of anything in my life, and I am afraid that you will cry. If I can make you stop crying, I'd rather die. He smiled and said to her, you shed a lot of tears. If I die and you cry once, Sister Lin's tears will drown Beixin Town. That is the real beauty, which will bring disaster to the country and the people.

The Iraqi people shed a thousand tears, which is your lifelong infatuation.

She sat there like a stone carving, with silent tears, black eyelashes soaked, and hot tears falling down line by line, soaking her whole face and stinging her. ...

Her tears still can't stop, but the person who wiped her tears hasn't come back yet.

I saw a breeze blowing from the window, blowing the newspaper on the desktop to the ground. Xiao Nangui saw it at a glance, climbed down from the Trojan horse, ran over, picked up the newspaper, stared at the photos in the newspaper with big black eyes, and suddenly looked up and said, "Mom, who is this?"

Lin Hangjing looked at Xiao Nangui, slowly stood up from the table and stepped forward. He leaned down, silently held Xiao Nangui in his arms and said softly, "It's dad."

Xiao Nangui looked at the tears on Lin Hangjing's face, blinked his clear eyes, looked down at the photos in the newspaper, looked for a while, and suddenly looked up and said crisply, "Mom, don't cry, I promise, Dad will come back."

Even if the providence is boundless, the clear children's voice will always bring people countless hopes and expectations. Lin Xingjing's heart was full of pimples, so he only gave a gentle reply, reached out and touched Xiao Nangui's warm cheek, with quiet and soft eyes, and whispered, "Let's wait here until Dad comes back, shall we?"

Xiao Nangui nodded hard. "Well, let's wait for dad to come back together." He deliberately made a firm expression to make his mother happy. Sure enough, when he saw his mother smiling at him, he smiled happily. He held out his little hand and carefully wiped the tears from Lin Hangjing's face. Only then did he snuggle contentedly in his mother's arms, and looked up slightly at the pair of pearl earrings silently swaying beside his mother's white cheeks. He reached out his hand to touch them very naughtily. The crystal pearl was like a drop of clear tears, cold and moist in his soft palm.

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