• On the eve of the college entrance examination of Qi Ming's family, Li Wanxin cooked a large table of dishes and ate them lively.
• He babbled as usual, and he didn't change much when he left the alley.
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  liwanxin

  My baby yo is the best.
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  liwanxin

  The college entrance examination is about to take place, do your best, your father and I will arrange the best school for you!
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  liwanxin

  Don't let me see you and Lin Fenghua in the future, they will destroy you!
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  liwanxin

  My son is so good that he can't stop at them.
• Li Zhe's words surfaced again, more like a kind of satire that went deep into the bone marrow.
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• Outsiders' impression of him was that other people's children were obedient, good learners, and good-looking. Qi Ming rarely got angry because his parents got it, but as he grew up, it was the first time he got angry because his parents got it.
• He wanted to say that he was not a child anymore, and that there were some choices he could do on his own.
• This emotion rampaged in his chest, and he couldn't say it in the end.
• Also expected.
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  qiming

  Mom... I see.
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  liwanxin

  Then you study at home, and I'll go out with your dad.
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  qiming

  Alright.
• Words, words are not indifferent. Leave, leave and don't go. On such a day, because of the fragility of fear, before accepting everything, I have already hung a filter in front of my eyes, and the color difference between sadness and joy of personnel has suddenly been blurred. Seeing it in the eyes, it is not so eye-catching, and naturally it cannot be said to be shocking. I always feel that I am nostalgic about life, day and night, but prosperous, more and more lonely, happy and afraid.
• After his parents left, Qi Ming went to take a shower and sat blankly on the sofa for a while. He didn't wipe his hair with a towel until the water dripped from his hair.
• Then on the desk and notebook, two lines of words were scattered. Close the doors and windows, draw the curtains, turn off the lights and pull the switch by the way, go into the kitchen and turn on the gas stove, and lie comfortably on the bed.
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• Is that all right?
• There was no turmoil in Qi Ming's heart, he was just asking himself silently.
• In the past, like a marquee, the care he gave her became the support of her life. Maybe many, many years later, at a moment when he slowly closed his eyes, he suddenly remembered her face. So he is old.
• He smiled, there will be no such thing, he personally gave her hope and despair a year ago, and it must be very painful to live and die again.
• Suddenly began to understand why Yi Yao had to distinguish between the two worlds, which was probably another kind of concern: not being able to bring you sadness.
• But the sadness was there, spinning into a countercurrent, about to engulf him.
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