Not reliable, can't be bored

Not reliable, can't be bored

Even if I leave, I will give birth to our crystallization.

They are a married couple, the male is a soldier, the female is very virtuous and gentle and filial. Mother-in-law loves this daughter-in-law. They are also very loving, inseparable, and JJ’s colleagues will take Jianqing’s.

One day Jessie went to give his friend a car, because his car was at his house and he was going to send him back. Jianqing was not at ease, afraid that her husband drove too fast, so he followed.

Who knows that the nightmare happened like this, and there was a car accident on the road. Jay's aunt first rushed to the scene and saw this horrible scene, heartbroken.

After being sent to the hospital, Jessie was in a coma for two days and two nights in the hospital. In the end, she could not escape the fate of death. At this time, only Jianqing was left. This is Jianqing’s pregnancy for six months.

Jianqing is strong and survives. Fortunately, the child in the stomach is safe, but the Jianjing cervical vertebrae are seriously traumatized. If they are not operated in time, they will be paralyzed for life. If the operation will cause a girl in the belly, the last day in Italy, Milan. In front of the cathedral, she said to a stranger passing by, can you kiss me? In front of this church. The handsome guy agreed, leaving a beautiful photo. Surrounding crowds, rushing to distinguish the appearance. Only two people who leaned over and kissed each other at that moment. The night sky suddenly smashed, and the final memory was stretched. In the city that is full of anxiety, anxiety, and desire, people meet and are separated, and the line is in a hurry, and there is no time to look back. But the photo was printed on my mind. Because she said: life can not be boring.

A girl named Ji Qing was burning and went to Beijing. Before leaving, I advised her not to go, such a cold day. She said that she promised friends, can't make a good date. Last night, I wrote the linguistic papers in a hurry, and put all the papers on the eve of the exam week into a USB flash drive, but I saw her wrapped in a coat on the Internet, and many foreign friends boarded the Great Wall. She is a Shaoxing person and has never been to Beijing. At that time, I advised her that it was not suitable for play in January. It was better to go in October and the red leaves were everywhere. I now think she is right, every season has the beauty of each season, and her friends are about to leave the country, that is the last memory they can share.

At this time two years ago, she was an exchange student in Spain. One night before returning home, she ran to the bar and drunk with a few friends. As a result, even the luggage was too late to clean up. Later, her eyes were filled with tears, like laughing and laughing, saying that she was sitting on the floor of the Youth Hostel that day, crying, in front of a lot of luggage that was too late to pack, and those memories that could not be taken away. She desperately went crazy in the wine. A handsome Frenchman came over to comfort her. She was unprepared and cried in his arms. She said that he is a gentleman. He patted her shoulder to comfort her. At that moment, only she and a stranger who never met or might not meet each other, desperately stunned in the night of the foreign country, then wiped away the tears and set off.

Not long ago, the book I sent six months ago was returned by the post office, and the package said, "Check this person." That is the promise of me and an old man. I can't find him. At the end of 2019, with Christmas, I wandered between the big and small cities of Britain. It was a rainy evening when I arrived in Oxford. I met an old man in the Youth Hostel. We talked and got a lot of money. Parting, he had to leave my mailing address and promised to send a copy of his friend's poem to me. Later, I went from Oxford to Birmingham to Manchester City, then prepared for the exam, wrote a thesis, and returned to China. Leave this promise behind. In May and June of last year, I actually received a collection of poems that were sent from the United Kingdom to me across the Atlantic. He wrote his name without leaving any contact information. I sent my book to him at the address sent by the mail and told him that I mentioned him in the book. But unsuccessful. I know that he is called Suren, I don't know where he is now.

A friend of mine, a girl, reported to Uganda when I signed up for a charity project. When I received my assignment to India, my mother thought I was crazy. But when she packed her bags and went to Africa, I thought she was crazy. The law and order situation in Uganda was very bad at the time, and shootings often occurred. When I got out of India in the extremely hot environment of India, I saw the Uganda time recorded by the camera on the Internet. There, she played and studied with African children. She said that one of her companions had been shot and wounded not long ago, but it didn't matter. I always wanted to say that you are crazy, too unreliable, too will make fun of life. She did not speak. She later went to the United States. I haven't contacted her anymore. Probably the words Uganda are not only the name of a country in her heart, but also the most hard-won things. Just like India is the same for me.

Every day is nothing new. The most embarrassing state is just that. On the road of vocalization, a lot of people are fighting for the postgraduate exams, just like the hard work of the college entrance examination, it is for the "future." And I, with Baoyan and Zhibo's Yangguan Road, did not go, but it was the same as every day, like brushing people's mailboxes and restlessness. I didn't regret it, but I didn't leave myself behind. There is a creature called "Little Yellow Chicken" that persuades the boring people every day, picks up layers of wind and waves, and plays a good sequel between the drama and the anti-tune.

Sometimes tired for a day, when I fell on the bed, I suddenly suddenly picked up, did not understand what was used for everything I did, and what the pressure was. Everyone won self-esteem compared to the comparison, but lost the most original happiness. In the cafe, a few uncles at the neighboring table patted the table to discuss the national events. They are all people with children, but they are still angry about this country. They are not intense and have a strong heart. I drank coffee and suddenly remembered that I hadn’t had intense emotions for a long time, whether it was an impulse that could not be suppressed or a kind of self-satisfaction.

Zweig said that the so-called old is to take things around you gradually.

I am afraid that I am old. So even if you don't rely on it, life can't be boring. Hurt, this is what every mother would not want to see.

Jian Qing’s mother disagreed with Jian Qing’s birth of a child, so if he missed the best period of surgery, it would cause lifelong paralysis. And the mother-in-law who is eager for the sun, asks the gentleman to go to the child, because the son has lost, leaving only the only incense.

So the two families who had been in harmony with each other had a quarrel. All of them could feel it. Although the lower body was unaware, the head was still awake.

She knew that her husband had never left tears because she knew she had to be strong, because she had children and her heart, so she was so heartbroken.

The mother’s persuasion did not work at all. Jianqing’s resolute Jianqing’s stubbornness made his mother feel sad.

The mother objected to giving birth to a child. She didn't want to be born for 22 years old. She understood everything, but her husband had left, the only thing left was the child in the stomach.

Finally, Jian Qing said that my husband has left. The only thing left is the child of the stomach. This is the crystallization of my love with him. Only when he is born, watching him grow up healthily, as long as I can feel that my husband has not left. He has been protecting me around me, don't say that I will be jealous all the time, even if I let my life change the life in my stomach, I am willing. I hope that the two mothers are not quarreling for me. This may be my life. This is the only thing I can give to my husband. After talking about the corners of the eyes, I felt everyone in the room. The greatness of maternal love cannot be surpassed.

God will never care for the loved ones, the kind people. Let's go together to pray for the child's safe birth, and the adult will successfully complete the operation.

During the hospital, Jianqing did a minor operation. The minor surgery required anesthesia, but the anesthetic caused the child's influence. Therefore, a small cervical surgery was performed without numbing. Everyone thought about the absence of anesthesia, doing cervical surgery for more than an hour, how painful people can experience it, shouting white cloth in his mouth, wanting to shout but can’t shout, all this is for their crystallization in the belly The only thing left by her own child.

How can such a love of maternal love not touch people's minds, even if a person is cold-blooded, the heartstrings will be touched. This kind of love feels countless people in the world, how many people are this great woman, the great mother has tears, and the man has tears, but how many men have tears for this woman.

Finally let us pray together.