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  Extra Chapter

  About life:

  Marry in haste, repent at leisure

  One day, a handsome and elegant husband came home from work, changed his shoes, and hugged his wife who was busy in the kitchen.

  He kissed her earlobe: "What's for dinner?"

  Her hands were busy, and her ears flushed: "En, noodles."

  His thin lips leaned in close to her ear: "Classmate Zhao Shuiguan"

  "Hmm?" Her breathing was unstable.

  "How many days' worth of noodles are we going to eat?" He asked, leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, having left her slender neck.

  It's been a whole week since they got married, she volunteered to show off her "superb" cooking skills honed in Canada, he didn't stop her, his diligent little wife made him happy.

  But he had been eating noodles for a whole week, his life was all about noodles and vegetables in one pot, it was great, really great, he almost ate people.

  She raised her eyes and looked at his finely knitted eyebrows, with a tone of absolute certainty: "Today is spaghetti!"

  He took the spatula from her hand, rolled up his sleeves, and said solemnly: "My dear queen, I'll take care of cooking from now on!"

  The kitchen in Tan's home has been officially realized!

  After six years of marriage, Zhao Shuiguan occasionally has a sudden urge to make his own creative Italian noodles, and the two will snuggle up on the couch eating while watching movies.

  Six years have passed, and the passion has long since dissipated. Occasionally, when talking about books and ink, she would mention Zhao Shuiguan's embarrassing story of claiming to be underage during their first hospital visit, which made her so angry that she hit him.

  Six years have passed, and it's mostly just a simple understanding, small happiness in the midst of quarrels. He gets off work early every day to cook meals, she folds his clothes neatly on the couch every week. As soon as she comes home, she sees the steaming hot food, and as soon as he opens the drawer, he can't help but laugh at the round and plump socks rolled up like winter mushrooms.

  Living in this world, every day's smile, tears can't be counted clearly. This place has someone laughing, that place has someone crying. Life is too short, too many people come and go hastily. But life is also very long, fortunately there are you, hand in hand to spend together, only then will we not fear difficulties or death, at least every day of living is happy.

  Love and life are not flowers that bloom as we wait, but fruits that ripen with effort. Cherish the relationships you have now, don't wait until they're gone to appreciate them. While there's still time, cherish your life and treat love kindly.

  About children

  Talking about love (Hope chapter)

  That day, he had a good meal, sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, and the TV was playing his wife's favorite variety show. From time to time, there were bursts of laughter and applause coming from it. His wife sat beside him, giggling "heh-heh", and he couldn't help but put down the newspaper.

  On TV were a pair of adorable twins, five or six years old, performing crosstalk, with an air of cleverness and mischief about them. He watched with a smile on his face too.

  Finally, the host came on stage, pulled them back and wouldn't let them leave, handed over the microphone, and the two sisters solemnly took the microphone and said: "Hello!" Greeting the audience, unlike their lively performance earlier, they looked a bit shy with a hint of childish innocence in their eyes.

  The host saw that they were nervous and wanted to tease them, asking what their names were. The one with the braids said: "Tan Aier", the mushroom head said: "Tan Qinqin". Their big eyes sparkled with light.

  The host asked: "Which one of you two is the older sister."

  After a while, Zatanzi pointed to the side and said: "Qinqin is her sister."

  Mushroom head's Tanqinqin is not very talkative, and he likes to scrape his small leather shoes on the ground.

  The host asked: "Who taught you crosstalk?"

  The girl with pigtails said: "Mom!" Her chubby little hand pointed in the direction of the camera.

  The camera captures everything, a woman in her twenties stands next to the camera, suddenly finds the lens coming over, stunned for a moment, then smiles at the screen, revealing shallow dimples, and gives a thumbs up to the girls.

  The hand that was about to take the newspaper paused, fixed its gaze, and stared tightly at the pale face on the screen. Her hair had grown longer and curled softly, and for a moment, she couldn't recognize her, only feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart. It wasn't until she smiled and showed her small dimples that it suddenly dawned on her - a person from very far away, with a distant sadness in her heart, carried by the gentle evening breeze.

  The last time I met her alone was on a train, now she's already a mother.

  Suddenly remembered, that year the jasmine flowers were in bloom, she was under the tree, pulled his hand and said: "Hope, my zipper is broken again!" Said with a helpless face, but smiled brightly, dimples lightly appeared.

  The quality of the school uniform in junior high was poor, and she was a clumsy person who often zipped it up wrong. Every time this happened, she would come to find him, and he would always resign himself to his fate, lowering his head and bowing his waist to help her re-zip it. Of course, he wouldn't forget to pinch her tender face afterwards, since she had made him lose face.

  It's been too long, and it feels like I've forgotten those heart-pounding moments. There are so many things that have happened, but they're no longer very clear in my memory.

  The girl with mushroom head lifted her head and said seriously: "Wrong! Mom commands, Dad supervises!"

  The host couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Is your dad here too?"

  The mushroom head nodded, pointed at the audience seat and shouted: "Dad." It can be seen that he is very dependent on his father.

  In the front row, a handsome young man sat down, looking exceptionally good-looking, and the camera lingered on him for several seconds. The man glanced at the little girl, smiled, and suddenly his eyebrows relaxed, with a proud fatherly look in his eyes.

  The host put his arms around the children on both sides and asked: "Do you like your father or mother more?"

  Mushroom head's Tan Qinqin didn't hesitate: "Dad!"

  "Zha braids talked to Ai Ai La, she said: 'Stupid Qinqin, I love Mommy the most! Daddy also says he loves Mommy the most, a minority must obey the majority!'"

  The audience burst out laughing, even the host couldn't help but laugh. This pair of twins is just too adorable.

  The camera cuts to the woman, her face slightly backward, glancing sideways, with a hint of resentment in her eyes. Then it switches to the man, whose eyes are filled with doting affection, for his child and for his wife.

  "Husband, have some fruit!" The wife brought over a plate of fruit and placed it in front of him. He suddenly came to his senses, put down the newspaper he had been frowning at, smiled faintly, picked up an orange slice and put it in his mouth. The juice was very full-bodied, slightly sour but afterwards slightly sweet.

  He looked at his son who was sleeping on the sofa, got up, and picked him up in one motion. His son woke up, grabbed his father's neck, and shouted: "Dad."

  Smiling, he carried his son on his shoulders: "Let's take an airplane!"

  "Wife shouted: 'Slow down, be careful, and hurry up to put him to sleep!'"

  Look back and blink: "Squeak!"

  All the way, father and son laughed continuously.

  Xiao Guang, years later, the position beside you is no longer mine, and the position beside me has long been given to someone else. But I still get excited thinking about those youthful years we spent together, just thinking about it is enough.

  Thank you, and thank the so innocent me too!

  About Chufei Fei

  Already obtained

  I am Chu Feifei.

  Some people think I'm gay, girls, have you been reading too many BL and GL? It's driving me crazy!

  Although I have spent most of my life under the oppression of Xiao Zhi, who says that I will become psychologically distorted and self-pitying?

  Let's just say I was a dragon among men when I was young, okay!

  That year I was also receiving love letters until my hands were soft, hey, don't be surprised, hehe, although they were all received by a little boy on behalf of me!

  Who made him look so fierce, while I look kind? And yet, they don't even notice his "ice-carved jade" face, but instead, there are so many young girls who are infatuated with him, infatuated!

  Girls, don't you know what "a promising young man in a distant place" means?

  Don't stare at me like that, I'm also likable by some people!

  It was said that on that day, the peach blossoms were fluttering about. I still stood under the peach blossom tree, collecting love letters. Cough, okay, it was helping Tan Xiaozi collect love letters. A white-clothed girl floated towards me, and without a word, I stretched out my hand to receive the love letter!

  "What's your name?"

  Xiao Luan

  I looked up at her, a lively girl, called Xiao Lang or Little Wolf.

  "My age" I continue

  "16", two years older than me!

  "Do you have any last words?"

  "Huh?"

  "Ah, no, what message?" I quickly changed it. What's called a message is just talking about the little kid, whether he saw it or not, and what his feelings are. Actually, I also know that most of them won't look at it!

  "Leave a message?" She was stunned!

  "Right, you didn't want me to deliver a letter to Tan Shu Mo, did you!" I was getting a bit impatient, even flower idiots have different IQs!

  That girl's face turned red instantly, hey, sorry about that, I was just about to speak up.

  She said, and what she said really shocked me. Her eyes were fierce, and she roared: "Chu Feifei, this letter is for you!"

  I'm completely baffled, I said: "Huh?"

  She turned around and walked away, took half a step, turned back, and said fiercely: "If you want to leave a message, write a 500-word reading experience, hand it over to me tomorrow!"

  And white clothes fluttered away!

  Poor my heart, turned over that letter, so thin, what else can I write for the reading experience, damn it, she made a profit!

  This is the beginning of my story with Xiao Niang, just like I never thought that Little Talk would really like Little Light, I also didn't think that I and Little Wolf classmate would meet again, fall in love, later, grow old together, and then still run to be with Little Talk, right next door.

  Hey, don't think I'm willing to.

  No choice, he bought the best community in this city, and with my taste, I can only compromise and be his neighbor!

  Life is always inexplicably mysterious!

  Girl, you're right, aren't you?

  Ah, about H!

  That night, the wind was blowing and the leaves were rustling. Outside the window, there was a very large osmanthus tree, which emitted a fragrance that filled the air at the end of summer.

  Xiao Guangguang looked at Da Mo, who had just come out of the bath. He was only wearing a towel, revealing his sturdy chest muscles, which shone brightly under the dim yellow light.

  Xiao Guang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, Da Mo sat down, the bed creaked, and the black velvet quilt was rumpled with folds.

  The nimble tongue touched the smooth neck, wet and cool, but the room temperature suddenly became hot and dry.

  His hand swept over her slightly trembling arm, his thumb gently scraping the ups and downs of her neck, slowly moving down, stopping at the beautiful curve where her white jade-like fingers rested.

  Her head was "buzzing", the air she breathed out got hotter and hotter, her chest heaved up and down more and more violently.

  His thin lips slowly descended, reverently brushing against inch by inch of skin...

  She took advantage of her last bit of sanity and asked: "That... one..." Her breathing was unstable.

  His mouth didn't stop, his head didn't lift, "En?" he said, his bright red tongue gently rubbing against the smooth skin.

  "Must we really be slaves for H and H?"

  He raised his hands, propped up his face, and in his eyes was an eerie light, as if something was about to burst out.

  He gently lifted her smooth chin and whispered: "What do you say?"

  With a "brush" sound, the jade-like arm came out, and the slender hand pulled up the curtains.

  In the dim yellow light, entwined figures, faint gasps...

  The light went out with a "pop"......