哪怕遗忘爱,也无法忘了血脉。“起风了,你回去吧。”他帮我抚顺被风吹乱的头发。我们好不容易等来的这次见面,却如此短暂,如此仓促。“乔乔,你又回来晚了。”妈妈开门见到我的第一句话就是责怪,“打你手机也不接。”哦,和他见面的时候,我特地把手机调成了静音,不想受到一点打扰。没过几天,佩佩告诉我:“乔琪,我前两天看到你爸了,在广场公园,他抱着一个小毛头。”上次短暂见面时, Even forget the love, can not forget the blood. “Get out of the wind, you go back. ” He helped me Fushun the hair was clouded by the wind. We are finally waiting to meet this time, but so short, so hasty. “Jojo, you’re back late. ” My mother opened the door to see my first sentence is blamed, “hit your cell phone does not answer. ” Oh, when I met him, I specifically put the phone Become mute, do not want to be a little disturbing. A few days later, Pepe told me: “Qiao Qi, I saw your dad a couple of days ago and he held a little feather in Plaza Park.” When I last met for a short time,