Chapter 381:
Ling juvenile:???
The little girl was taken aback for a moment, and then stared at her in anger.
As soon as I said not to cheat myself, I deliberately **** myself off in the next second.
For a while, the little girl was so angry.
To be reasonable, Ling Yiyi really didn't deliberately anger her, he was just thinking about it and feeling it.
Seeing her look like this, Ling Yiyi stretched out his hand and squeezed her face, and comforted: "Don't be angry, just kidding."
The little girl pouted her mouth and walked back to her room quickly holding her clay tools and dolls.
Chapter 87 Followyourheart!
"This kid just can't help but tease."
Looking at the back of the little girl, Ling Yi couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.
At this time, Father Ling opened the door and walked in and said: "Ling Yiyi, are you bullying the young fish again?"
"How can I bully her!"
Ling Yiyi sighed, and continued to look melancholy in a daze.
Upon seeing this, Ling's father questioned: "What's wrong? What's wrong with the company?"
To be honest, it was the first time he saw his daughter show this expression in so many years.
It should be said that although Ling Yiyi does not let them worry about it, she has a cheerful and generous personality and strong self-regulation ability.
Seeing Ling Yiyi not speaking, Ling's father frowned and continued to ask: "Did you quarrel with Xiaolin?"
"No, it's great!"
Ling Yiyi replied weakly.
Looking at her up and down a few times, Ling's father said bitterly: "It is normal for lovers to quarrel. If they don't quarrel, it will be abnormal. Don't worry, it will be fine in a few days."
Hearing what his father said, Ling Yiyi didn't refute it anymore.
If you misunderstand, you just don’t have to worry about your parents calling Lin Xian to eat.
Thinking of Lin Xian, Ling Yiyi couldn't help but think of all sorts of pictures of the two eager to each other.
At this moment, she suddenly said: "Dad, I want to ask you something!"
"What's the matter?"
Father Ling unscrewed the teacup, took a sip of hot tea, curiously said.
Ling Yiyi looked forward and said, "Dad, what do you think of Zhouzhuang's Dream Butterfly?"
Philosophy is divided into two major schools, one is materialism and the other is idealism.
Idealism, which mainly explores thinking and spirit, believes that spirit determines matter, and matter is the product of spirit
Ling Fu is a school of idealism.
Ling Yiyi felt that perhaps he could get the answer from his father.
"Your question is too broad. It can even be used as a doctoral dissertation." Ling's father shook his head and laughed.
"Uh... then I'll be more detailed."
Ling Yiyi paused, and after organizing some words in his brain, he said: "If a person has a very real dream. This dream is even equivalent to another life and after the person wakes up, he has already It affects normal life, so how should we view dreams and reality?"
Hearing this, Ling's father smiled slightly and replied: "A student asked me this question a long time ago. Regardless of the academic point of view, the answer I gave is followyourheart!"
Follow your heart!
Ling Yiyi whispered these words softly, lost in thought.
Father Ling took a sip of tea and continued: "From the perspective of idealism, consciousness is the subject, and all matter is only the product of spirit. If a person chooses a dream, then in his cognition, the dream is reality. In fact, there is no difference between the person and the person. Therefore, the dream and the reality are only in how you choose."
Seeing Ling Yiyi lost in thought, Ling picked up his teacup and walked to the balcony
After a long time, Ling Yiyi spit out a long sigh, and a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth.
My father is right, follow my heart.
No need to worry, no need to be melancholy, just let it go!
Amidst laughter, Lin Xian knocked on gg, and then forcibly shut down the computer without giving his crystal a chance to explode.
He raised his hand and looked at his watch, and found that the time had come to ten thirty unknowingly.
Standing up and stretching, Lin Xian walked quickly to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Zhuang Tong and Nie Qingqing hugged each other, still sleeping soundly.
Lin Xian opened the curtains, and the bright and warm sunlight poured in.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, squeezing Zhuang Tong's face, he smiled and said, "Two little pigs, let's celebrate!"
"Huh!"
Zhuang Tong let out an unconscious whisper, rubbed his cheek in his palm, and asked in a lazy tone: "My dear, what time is it?"
"It's almost eleven o'clock, get up to wash, and it's almost lunch!"
As Lin Xian said, he squeezed Nie Qingqing's face again.
Hearing that it was almost eleven o'clock, Zhuang Tong slowly sat up and stretched his waist, showing his graceful figure.
Bathed in the sun, it still has a somewhat holy taste.
Nie Qingqing is not yet fully awake, with his hands folded on Zhuang Tong's shoulders, and the whole person leaning on her shoulders in a daze.
After the three returned to the room last night, they immediately fell asleep.
At this time, Lin Xian only felt a flame rising in his heart.
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By the time the three of them walked out of the room, the time had come to 12 noon.
