Mixed Miners

Chapter 178: People on the road

?? Sun Xiaojing sat up, but the body leaned close to him, took the jewelry box slowly open, under the dim light, a glimpse of clear green, the whole room became like a forest hut in the call . ?????

"Wow~! So beautiful~!" Sun Xiaojing couldn't help but scream, Yang Ling picked up a bracelet and said, "Come, Xiaojing, I will help you put it on!"

Sun Xiaojing hesitated and retracted his arm and said shyly: "No, I haven't taken a bath yet, I am afraid of getting dirty. Right, you are tired for a day today. Let's take a shower first. I will help you with hot water!" After she finished, she stood up and went to the bathroom. Yang Ling listened to the sound of the water flowing from the bathroom. However, she could not afford the heat between men and women. She was too hard to live, hard to imagine. To the point, in addition to being able to provide some care and care, can't give her anything!

The bathroom is very small, the old wash basin has a rounded mirror with a mottled, a small washing machine with clean towels and slippers, a few men's pajamas, and an old-fashioned bathtub in the corner. Although it is very old but clean, it is filled with hot water.

Yang Ling is lying idly inside, but my heart is definitely not the kind of light and comfortable on the surface. The slippers and pajamas on the washing machine are obviously new. Maybe she is ready after she knows she is coming, she has already thought about it. Yet? Yang Ling’s heart is bitter. When he was studying in the past or even yesterday, he was able to get a gentle and beautiful squad leader. It would definitely make him excited and excited, but now he can’t treat her like this, even if it’s a trace of embarrassment. He will make him uneasy and uneasy. Under the current monogamous social system, she must give up Han Xinglin. He can't bear to hurt the girl who looks equally beautiful but has some brain holes, but can she refuse Sun Xiaojing? ?

He thought of the pain of Sun Xiaojing. At the bottom of my heart, I will be in a needle-like general pain. Do I have to endure such a decisive departure, leaving her lonely alone. She needs a man who cares for him. She is the hope of her life. She has made a decisive decision. Have the courage to face yourself.

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"Yang Ling, have you washed it?" Sun Xiaojing's soft voice came from outside, awakening him from his meditation, and the water in the bathtub had become a little cold.

"Get out soon!" Yang Ling quickly washed a few times and stood up to dry the water, and then put on clothes to push the door out. It was discovered that Sun Xiaojing stood in the doorway with his pajamas, his face flushed and said: "The quilt is paved for you. You should watch TV for a while, I will take a shower!"

The bedroom is small but clean, a bed, a small closet, a small desk with a laptop, and a neatly placed book on the shelf above the desk.

Beige curtains are printed with a touch of plum blossoms.

On the corner of the triangle cabinet is a 32-inch LCD TV, the white of the wall has faded under the attack of years. Showing old mottled.

The whole room was narrow and narrow. From bed to desk, only one person could pass, and Yang Ling walked to the desk. The **** can only sit on the edge of the bed.

On the desk, in addition to the laptop, there is a photo frame placed in the middle, and the photos inside make his heart twitch involuntarily, on a steep cliff. The words "There are lovers who eventually become genus" are not fully photographed. The next man and a woman stand together, with a restrained and slightly nervous smile on their faces.

He also has one for this photo. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it. He picked up the photo frame and watched it silently. He remembered the original bit by bit. It seems that time suddenly returned to the moment of six or seven years ago. Everyone’s voice is smiling or acting. Lifelike appearance in his mind.

Maybe it’s ten minutes or maybe twenty minutes. The voice coming from behind him made him suddenly wake up. When he turned back, he saw Sun Xiaojing wearing a cotton cartoon pajamas walking barefoot from the bed and leaning back against him, hands Next to his waist, the two soft peaks of the chest were tightly attached to his back. The gentle touch made him feel a little tight, the fragrance of the shower gel and the light taste of her body. Drilled into his nose and irritated his brain.

Sun Xiaojing put his head on his shoulder and looked at the photo in his hand and said, "Hey~! Yang Ling, do you still remember this photo? I have kept it all the time!"

Yang Ling turned and took her cheeky face. "Xiao Jing, I really don't deserve to pay so much, I... I..." He hesitated whether he wanted to put himself And Han Xinglin’s business is now telling her.

A gentle hand pressed on his mouth, Sun Xiaojing turned and sat on his lap, rubbing his face softly and said: "Yang Ling, I have already thought about it, and now I am no longer young. Little girl, life has made me lose you for a long time. Now, I don’t want to leave you to leave like this. For me, living a day is a gift from heaven, and you are accompanied. I am the happiest woman in the world. You see, the pendant you sent me is always worn. You are like the shadow of my past few hundred years. I can only feel it when I wear it. presence!"

Sun Xiaojing lifted the pale green life ore pendant hanging between the snow-white peaks, with shame and sweetness on his face, and a peach blossom on his cheeks.

She got together, a gentle little mouth kissed on his lips, and there was a deep love in the stars. "Yang Ling, love me! Don't let my life leave regrets!"

Previously, Yang Ling thought a lot, but at this moment, looking at the woman in front of her eyes, she felt the heat, and the last trace of her heart was swept away. He hugged her and wanted to integrate her into her body. The greed of the big mouth began to ask for her sweet tenderness, and the woman in her arms began to cater to him warmly.

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The yin and yang reunion, the scorpion scorn, the golden wind jade, Wushan.

Living in the world, there is loneliness and loneliness, all the way forward, when cherishing the eyes, missed people who missed the scenery, and then look back at the things that are wrong.

Under the quiet night, a song of a journey was faintly heard.

Never want to be wrong

Not afraid of the journey

Thinking about the place in the dream

I have not regretted it wrong.

Life has been distressed

How about again?

If there is no separate moment of pain

You won't cherish me

Thousands of mountains and waters

A glimpse of love can not afford

Even if it is like a fire at this time