Today's weather is okay, the aspens on the side of the road still have leaves even in winter, wilting and hanging on the trunks,

As soon as the wind blew, it fell down with a bang.

Qiao Weitang was in a very good mood, she went out on a date for the first time.

The girl, who has always been a little indifferent to feelings, took the initiative to reach out and hold him today.

Jiang Tong lowered his eyes and looked at the white and tender hand in his hand, the long cuffs covered most of it, leaving a small section of pink fingertips.

She dressed up specially today, and she also put on light makeup,

In the increasingly indifferent weather, fresh and refined like a fairy descending to earth.

even put on a small skirt, the tender green long skirt is like the only freshness in the autumn and winter.

The cascading skirts spread out at the white ankles, like the waves of the sea surging like clouds.

"Dog, have you ever been on the bus?"

Jiang Tong nodded, "Sitting." ”

The tender girl smiled, and she opened her mouth in some surprise, "Huh? Have you ever been on a bus? ”

Jiang Tong said: "I sat once when I was a child. ”

That was the only time, and the one I remember the most.

That time, I was supposed to ask my uncle to take him to school, but then my uncle heard that my mother twisted his foot while dancing, threw him in the bus and ran away.

It was the first time he had seen his uncle, who had always been calm, so flustered.

He stood on the bus and saw his uncle, who was tall above, running back like crazy.

Jiang Tong called his mother, who sat on the soft and expensive sofa and said that she had just accidentally broken it and would just use ice cubes to cool it down.

Let him go to school with peace of mind.

The door was slammed open, and the sweaty uncle ran in, squatting at his mother's feet, and his hands were trembling in a panic.

"Qingzhi, Qingzhi is okay with you......"

Mom's smile spread gently, and her delicate and soft hand fell on the top of her uncle's head, "Sister is fine." "Thousands of troops

Xiao Jiang Tong on the other end of the phone seemed to have noticed something, but he couldn't believe it.

He reached out and hung up the video.

It was the fifth year that my dad had left.

"Dog, dog, let's go, the car is coming." Qiao Weitang shook his arm and pulled him out of his memory.

He was a little stunned, it was a memory from a long time ago, and it had long been forgotten by him in the depths of his memory.

Uncle is nearly forty years old this year, in addition to having two girlfriends when he was young, since his father left,

He never had a girlfriend again,

He only realized now that the two of them had already ...... Mom won't.

Jiang Yun's hand was slightly forced, and Qiao Weitang, who was pinching, was a little painful, she didn't say a word, and stood quietly beside him.

The bus is going, there are a lot of people on the bus, and the standing is almost full.

A dog doesn't like to be in contact with people, and he doesn't like people to touch him.

Qiao Weitang stood in front of him, but she was wearing a little white boots with a little heel today, and she was a little unsteady on her feet, carefully holding his arm and protecting him awkwardly.

Jiang Tong came back to his senses at this time, and frowned when he saw the dense crowd of people around him.

He saw a few boys behind Qiao Weitang, talking and squeezing on her,

His gaze instantly darkened.

Qiao Weitang thought it was because of his cleanliness that his face was not good, and gently tugged on his sleeve,

"It's okay, I'm not going to let them touch you."

After a pause, he said, "Let's take a taxi when we go back." ”

Her dog is so delicate.

Jiang Tong lowered his eyes, hugged her waist, and took the delicate girl into his arms,

With his back to everyone, he unzipped his coat and wrapped it around her slender shoulders.