Time flows quietly.
When I closed my eyes, it was still early autumn, but when I opened them, it was already the coldest time of winter.
Some people say that the most important factor in whether two people can get along for a long time is the sense of freshness.
But some people also say that simplicity is the essence of life.
Jiang Li agreed with both views. If two people truly loved each other, then every ordinary day would be full of freshness for them.
The long-term companionship has brought them closer to each other and their understanding of each other has become clearer.
There are many people in this world, but most of them are impatient, and only a few can resonate with you, so he stops and stays quietly by your side.
Although the heating was on in the room, Jiang Li's fingers were still frozen and stiff.
The originally beautiful handwriting written in the diary seemed to have become a little stiff.
In fact, Jiang Li didn’t have the habit of writing a diary before, but perhaps it was the happiness and warmth in the past six months that made her a little worried, so she wanted to record all these moments that were meaningful to her.
Jiang Li used this method to ensure that what he was experiencing was real, not false.
After Jiang Li finished writing the last word, he closed the diary.
"call."
A long exhalation sound came into Jiang Li's ears, and the air flow went all the way down and directly into Jiang Li's neck.
Jiang Li shuddered slightly, then she immediately opened the drawer next to her, stuffed the diary at the bottom and pressed it down with several other books, then turned around immediately.
"Don't! Be! Shocked! Spring!"
Jiang Li's pretty face immediately changed its expression. She pretended to be angry and said, "Why did you sneak in again to peek at me writing in my diary? What you did is immoral."
At this moment, Mo Jingchun had an apron hanging around his waist, a spatula in his left hand, and an opened can of salt in his right hand. He looked like a family man.
Mo Jingchun bent down and rubbed Jiang Li's face with his head, saying aggrievedly, "I just wanted to ask how much salt you should put in. I didn't cook it well last time and wasted so much food. I don't want to be criticized by you again."
"Well, it's a good idea." Jiang Li's mouth curled up and he reached out and patted Mo Jingchun's shoulder.
Jiang Li brought Mo Jingchun to the kitchen. Finally, under her careful guidance, Mo Jingchun brought out two plates of steaming dishes and came to the living room.
It is noon on the Little New Year.
In the more than ten days of winter vacation, Mo Jingchun has been staying with Jiang Li and has not returned to his own home for many days.
Jiang Li knew that besides Mo Ling, there was another father in Mo Jingchun's family, but it seemed that the relationship between them was not harmonious.
But no matter what, Jiang Li felt that Mo Jingchun should go home on New Year's Eve.
However, Mo Jingchun acted indifferent to Jiang Li's thoughts.
He waved his hand and promised Jiang Li verbally, then turned the door on the side and walked outside, saying that he wanted to buy something.
Jiang Li was not quite sure what Mo Jingchun was going to buy, but there was one thing Jiang Li understood very well, that is, no matter what the circumstances, family members are worthy of trust and reliance.
While Jiang Li was thinking in his heart, he quietly clutched the collar of his shirt at his chest.
Yes, worthy of trust and reliance...
Jiang Li sat on the sofa next to the living room, motionless and silent, until he heard the sound of a key being inserted into the lock and turning outside the door.
A whistling sound of wind rushed into the house, and the sound of the door opening seemed very stiff, apparently affected by the cold weather.
Jiang Li subconsciously raised her head, thinking that it was Mo Jingchun who had returned, but what caught her eyes was a completely unfamiliar man.
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