Do Xu Ting and Xu Li know about Takahashi’s identity?
They must have known that Xu Li was so afraid that she would see her grandfather’s medical record, probably because she guessed correctly, that was the same genetic disease as Xu Yan.
Xu Ting only knows more. He asked her if she wanted to stay in the UK because she didn't want her to come back.
And what about Xu Huansi? He is her brother
They were romance on this sofa, I don’t know what time it was, but at the craziest time he wanted to die with her
She went to the bathroom and vomited again. Xu Huansi walked over and turned on the light. The anger just now was not gone. He just bent down and just bent over her hair and patted her back. Is it still uncomfortable?
Xu Yicong knelt on the ground with his back facing him. Her fair and slender neck was covered with thin cold sweat. She suddenly asked in a daze: Are you breaking up with me because you also think I am disgusted?
The force of her hair tightened tightly, he ignored why she suddenly mentioned this, and just interrupted her without saying anything: What's disgusting is what does the person doing this have to do with you?
She said softly: Are you planning to lie to me for the rest of your life?
Xu Huansi, with a whim, pull her up and wipe her knees clean
Xu Yicong rinsed in front of the bathroom and continued: They all know, but I don’t know, I thought this home was good, and I looked funny.
Xu Huansi handed her the hot water cup, it's not them you care about
He just sternly praised her and made her willing to be calm. It has been a long time since she spoke to Xu Huansi calmly.
He still knows everything, and he takes a pen with one stroke and is accurate enough to be as accurate as possible.
The unspeakable secret divides the house into two. On the one hand, she really loves her grandmother and brother, and on the other hand, her grandfathers and uncles who are secretive about Xu Yan and Xu Yicong's origins. She doesn't care about them.
He whitens the peace for her
He knew best what kind of person she was, and he valued love, but he would not give up on himself. She shrank and licked her wounds. Sooner or later, she would heal. She could like other people as much as she liked him, and then she would have her own little family. As she grew older, she could call him brother plainly like she was when she was a child. Then they sent away the people who were in the know and the people who were not in the know one by one. The secret would be destroyed in the grave. That would be a good life.
Xu Huansi had seen Xu Yan's pain, and later he finally knew where the pain came from: she knew the disgust and contempt on her head, but she also firmly held the clean and gentle feelings of others.
She only goes home once a year, and with the little girl who knows nothing, she moves back into the Asura field that is half purgatory and half human, and she cycles like drinking poison to quench thirst
But Xu Yicong still came back, growing up in this family like Xu Yan, and stepping on the edge of a secret like Xu Yan
Now she asked him what my mother would think. The fact is that he doesn't care what Xu Yan would think. He only cares about what Congcong thinks.
Not all choices have the correct answer. He hopes that she will never have to do this unsolvable question. Even if the price is to push her away, he can measure the lightness and heavyness.
But it's all a waste of effort
The spring breeze of his first half of his life, he was proud to be defeated in this futile situation. The fire in his chest became more and more intense, and then it turned into powder in front of the congrove.
He went to the balcony, opened the window to smoke, and waited until the cigarette butts accumulated in the ashtray to form a sleeping extinct volcano, and then he went back to the living room.
The lights were not turned off, Congcon was sitting on the carpet next to the sofa, looking at the pile of miscellaneous things
There is Xu Yan's childhood transcript. He answered very well and was close to full marks. Grandma signed on it.
There is also a small satin jishu written in Japanese, with graceful handwriting, which is Takahashi Ka's handwriting, wishing her good health throughout her life
Xu Yicong's expression was very calm, but there was no blood on his face. Xu Huansi turned on the fire, found the ingredients, and cooked a small bowl of noodles.
Xu Yicong was very hungry, picked up the chopsticks and burned the tomatoes in the soup, so she ate slowly. He sat down by the sofa, picked out the letters, and read them one by one.
He knows Japanese and doesn't care much about the details of the word selection and sentence making. He reads much faster than Xu Yicong
Unlike Xu Ting's description, the story written by Takahashi Ka's works is tortuous and moving, and it seems to be a strong and sad love story, like Huo Xiaoyu or Du Shiniang, but he has no sympathy for this lady. Through rhetoric and exaggeration, he knew that she had great ambitions when she insisted on giving birth to Xu Yan, and lost to her in the last move.
Mr. Xu in the letter, the terminally ill old man in the ward, went to the hospital to see him when Cong Cong first came back. He told Xu Huansi to take care of Cong Cong and asked her to go to the hospital less. He didn't know that Xu Huansi knew about it, and said in a foggy way: Don't let outsiders see gossip
The respect he was young was almost completely worn out by countless humble branches, so when he was staying in the hospital, he often looked forward to the old man taking medicine and sleeping, so as not to let Congcong talk to him
But he did not expect that the elderly Mr. Xu would also feel compassion. It was these few letters that he could not bear to burn, which cut off the road he paved for her arbitrarily and dictatorially. She still had to walk towards the thorny path that she didn't need to go before.
Just like the uncensored jade he had carefully hidden was smashed to pieces
When fate hits everyone's head, it seems fair. No one is particularly lucky, and few are particularly unfortunate. Only the girl in front of him is broken and then put together.
People of all kinds have different desires. There may not be any right or wrong in the mixing of desires, emotions and reality. But Congcong is the criterion for his discretion. He once again thought: Why is it her
She was not greedy, never wanted anything expensive, nor had she ever had to bear such a price. The irony is that he should have been the closest person she was, and later, he was one of those prices
Xu Yicong finished eating the sour and sweet tomatoes, picked up chopsticks of noodles, and asked him: What do you think?
He threw the suicide note back to the pile of letters, got up and peeled the boiled eggs and put them into her bowl, but he did not change his original view of her problem, it was all bad people
They must have known that Xu Li was so afraid that she would see her grandfather’s medical record, probably because she guessed correctly, that was the same genetic disease as Xu Yan.
Xu Ting only knows more. He asked her if she wanted to stay in the UK because she didn't want her to come back.
And what about Xu Huansi? He is her brother
They were romance on this sofa, I don’t know what time it was, but at the craziest time he wanted to die with her
She went to the bathroom and vomited again. Xu Huansi walked over and turned on the light. The anger just now was not gone. He just bent down and just bent over her hair and patted her back. Is it still uncomfortable?
Xu Yicong knelt on the ground with his back facing him. Her fair and slender neck was covered with thin cold sweat. She suddenly asked in a daze: Are you breaking up with me because you also think I am disgusted?
The force of her hair tightened tightly, he ignored why she suddenly mentioned this, and just interrupted her without saying anything: What's disgusting is what does the person doing this have to do with you?
She said softly: Are you planning to lie to me for the rest of your life?
Xu Huansi, with a whim, pull her up and wipe her knees clean
Xu Yicong rinsed in front of the bathroom and continued: They all know, but I don’t know, I thought this home was good, and I looked funny.
Xu Huansi handed her the hot water cup, it's not them you care about
He just sternly praised her and made her willing to be calm. It has been a long time since she spoke to Xu Huansi calmly.
He still knows everything, and he takes a pen with one stroke and is accurate enough to be as accurate as possible.
The unspeakable secret divides the house into two. On the one hand, she really loves her grandmother and brother, and on the other hand, her grandfathers and uncles who are secretive about Xu Yan and Xu Yicong's origins. She doesn't care about them.
He whitens the peace for her
He knew best what kind of person she was, and he valued love, but he would not give up on himself. She shrank and licked her wounds. Sooner or later, she would heal. She could like other people as much as she liked him, and then she would have her own little family. As she grew older, she could call him brother plainly like she was when she was a child. Then they sent away the people who were in the know and the people who were not in the know one by one. The secret would be destroyed in the grave. That would be a good life.
Xu Huansi had seen Xu Yan's pain, and later he finally knew where the pain came from: she knew the disgust and contempt on her head, but she also firmly held the clean and gentle feelings of others.
She only goes home once a year, and with the little girl who knows nothing, she moves back into the Asura field that is half purgatory and half human, and she cycles like drinking poison to quench thirst
But Xu Yicong still came back, growing up in this family like Xu Yan, and stepping on the edge of a secret like Xu Yan
Now she asked him what my mother would think. The fact is that he doesn't care what Xu Yan would think. He only cares about what Congcong thinks.
Not all choices have the correct answer. He hopes that she will never have to do this unsolvable question. Even if the price is to push her away, he can measure the lightness and heavyness.
But it's all a waste of effort
The spring breeze of his first half of his life, he was proud to be defeated in this futile situation. The fire in his chest became more and more intense, and then it turned into powder in front of the congrove.
He went to the balcony, opened the window to smoke, and waited until the cigarette butts accumulated in the ashtray to form a sleeping extinct volcano, and then he went back to the living room.
The lights were not turned off, Congcon was sitting on the carpet next to the sofa, looking at the pile of miscellaneous things
There is Xu Yan's childhood transcript. He answered very well and was close to full marks. Grandma signed on it.
There is also a small satin jishu written in Japanese, with graceful handwriting, which is Takahashi Ka's handwriting, wishing her good health throughout her life
Xu Yicong's expression was very calm, but there was no blood on his face. Xu Huansi turned on the fire, found the ingredients, and cooked a small bowl of noodles.
Xu Yicong was very hungry, picked up the chopsticks and burned the tomatoes in the soup, so she ate slowly. He sat down by the sofa, picked out the letters, and read them one by one.
He knows Japanese and doesn't care much about the details of the word selection and sentence making. He reads much faster than Xu Yicong
Unlike Xu Ting's description, the story written by Takahashi Ka's works is tortuous and moving, and it seems to be a strong and sad love story, like Huo Xiaoyu or Du Shiniang, but he has no sympathy for this lady. Through rhetoric and exaggeration, he knew that she had great ambitions when she insisted on giving birth to Xu Yan, and lost to her in the last move.
Mr. Xu in the letter, the terminally ill old man in the ward, went to the hospital to see him when Cong Cong first came back. He told Xu Huansi to take care of Cong Cong and asked her to go to the hospital less. He didn't know that Xu Huansi knew about it, and said in a foggy way: Don't let outsiders see gossip
The respect he was young was almost completely worn out by countless humble branches, so when he was staying in the hospital, he often looked forward to the old man taking medicine and sleeping, so as not to let Congcong talk to him
But he did not expect that the elderly Mr. Xu would also feel compassion. It was these few letters that he could not bear to burn, which cut off the road he paved for her arbitrarily and dictatorially. She still had to walk towards the thorny path that she didn't need to go before.
Just like the uncensored jade he had carefully hidden was smashed to pieces
When fate hits everyone's head, it seems fair. No one is particularly lucky, and few are particularly unfortunate. Only the girl in front of him is broken and then put together.
People of all kinds have different desires. There may not be any right or wrong in the mixing of desires, emotions and reality. But Congcong is the criterion for his discretion. He once again thought: Why is it her
She was not greedy, never wanted anything expensive, nor had she ever had to bear such a price. The irony is that he should have been the closest person she was, and later, he was one of those prices
Xu Yicong finished eating the sour and sweet tomatoes, picked up chopsticks of noodles, and asked him: What do you think?
He threw the suicide note back to the pile of letters, got up and peeled the boiled eggs and put them into her bowl, but he did not change his original view of her problem, it was all bad people
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