The sky is as blue as a wash, and the warm glow of the sun pierces through the light veil of tipsy clouds.

In the Song's flower garden, hundreds of rare flowers and plants are fragrant in the heat of midsummer.

Song Minghao handsomely leaned against the narrow shadow, he looked at the sparkling fountain pool in front of him, and there was always an elusive depth in his eyes.

Bright sunlight sparkles among the French acacia lined up like a waterfront.

But at this moment, Song Minghao was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery at all. He clearly felt his father's calm and slightly impatient footsteps as he approached. One step at a time, slowly. His footsteps were drowned out by the sound of rushing water.

"Do you have any objections or dissatisfaction with my decision?" Song Mosheng roared silently.

At the same time, long, rapid music sounded around the silence. The sound of music mixed with the sound of the fountain erupting made the grass and stones beneath his feet vibrate.

"I really don't know how to oppose my father's decision?" Song Minghao replied in a bland and somewhat ill-intentioned tone: "With my strength, can I really shake my father's position?" Then all this will not happen rashly, that strange boy will not become an illegitimate child, Uncle Xia will not encounter an unwarranted disaster, and Aunt Zheng Qian will not be hurt by others and lose her life. Enraged, Song Minghao was excited and resolute: "My mother will not degenerate into a shrew who relies on drugs to maintain her sanity." No one needs to pay for your insatiable desires, and of course, Father, you will definitely not create a rich life for us without love and warmth, but with countless flowers and applause. I just wonder if my father will be so worried about the sudden sense of happiness?"

The wind whistled through the narrow alleys.

Song Minghao glared at Song Mosheng.

"Is this all you have to say about Lao Tzu as a son? Song Mosheng's tone was full of disdain, he said word by word, and then dealt with him with a nonchalan attitude.

"Father, Minghao is not angry with you. Rather, father, you shouldn't treat Uncle Xia like that. Uncle Xia, why is it wrong to make you so jealous?"

Song Minghao said nervously and in a low voice, he was looking at the increasingly strange father in front of him, "Don't get angry, don't vent your anger on your mother", he meditated over and over again in his heart. Out of nowhere, an off-white old-fashioned turban decorated with gardenias was scraped, and the turban hovered over Song Mosheng's head as if it was alive.

"From your point of view, it is very wronged to be my son in this life, you must have silently recited it countless times in your heart, and you will not have a dawn where you can see your father after today's dusk. Song Mosheng pondered for a while, and he said in a rhetorical tone. "Isn't it in your opinion that everyone in the world is sincere and friendly, only I am vicious. ”

"No, no, it's because I can't let go of this flesh and blood affection that I feel sad about what my father did. Father, after hurting those innocent people, can you really continue to live a prosperous life with peace of mind? The son just doesn't want his father to get into the quagmire, and he really can't get out in the future. ”

"Dad, hasn't Li Minglan's apology made you sober up? The consequences are immeasurable, are you going to become a big chaebol fighting against the world? What's next for you, your ambitions are too great. Fortunately, the death of her son woke up the woman who cleaned up the mess. You, a man bent on fame and fortune, are unreliable after all. ”

Song tried to pull away from the shade of the villa, but for some reason his heels seemed to cling to the edge of a wall. There was no choice but to wait for the light to tear the dark edges apart again. Time was passing nervously, and gradually, the sense of urgency from the skin slowly stuffed into his heart and lungs, Song Minghao's excited breathing, the slightly open snow-white collar and the exposed skin echoed each other, like a soft velvet next to the brilliant marble.

The off-white turbans dance like long ribbons along the surroundings of the nearby British Castle. Song Mosheng kept brushing away the brown hair that was blown to his face by the wind. "It seems that I am right, you and your mother hate me. Song Mosheng said reluctantly: the huge shadow rushed in with the suffocating air current, and his smile was naturally relaxed in the timid darkness, but the words hanging on his mouth were extremely vague. "Not only you, but everyone in this world, who knows or doesn't know, hates me to the core. Yes, everyone in this world thinks I'm heinous and crazy. But, Ming Hao stands from my point of view, do you think you are fair to me? This world that you think is beautiful does not owe me anything at all?"

Song Mosheng walked around to the other side of Song Minghao, and he knocked on Minghao's head with an angry face.

The shadow area behind Minghao is very narrow, and even the deep low grass fades like the tan buildings behind him, and the silhouettes of these buildings projected on the grass make the road even darker.

"Dad, don't do that. Don't do that. ”

Song Mosheng grinned at him, his teeth gurgling. But immediately after that, his lips seemed to be supported by the vampire's dentures, and his stoic silence was like an angel in Botticelli's paintings, Minghao understood that his father was used to holding up the shelf, even when he was next to the closest people, he still reminded him of his noble status.

The atmosphere is getting more and more somber...

Song Mosheng's lips touched Ming Hao's marble-like cold facial muscles.

The splashing water was aimlessly circling around Song Mosheng, and his right hand was raised through the wind. Before the last stirring melody sounded, his scarlet eyes were suddenly relieved and contained an even more terrifying storm.

The invisible humid air was cloudy with the fragrance of pines and cypresses speeding through Ming Hao's loose hair, and the whistling wind also stung Song Mosheng's eyes, and at that moment his sharp eyes seemed to be lightly covered by a thin velvet flower. The black forest passed through Ming Hao's deep sunken eyes, and for a while, the breathing of the two people facing each other gradually slowed down.

"You must wonder why I am the way I am today. It's like you're always grieving for your mother. And how did she slowly become a shrew in the market from a well-informed lady step by step. Everyone changes for a reason, she is very pitiful, but her crazy appearance at the beginning is really hateful. The world is full of relative things, just like there are no good people without a reason, and certainly no evil people without a name. Song Mosheng adjusted his standing posture, and he crossed one of his hands over his chest. Under the intense light, his gloomy and cold eyes were still in the dark world just now.

"Today, I am standing on the top of the world, and everyone who looks up to me with a sore neck around them wishes that a pair of cages would fall from the sky and lock me inside. If I had been left in the wilderness today, I think everyone would have been curious about my life again. Isn't that what people look like? Isn't it true that there are still fewer people who blindly follow people out of context? Compared with the truth, it is still more convincing than vague fabrications. How can others have a distrustful prejudice against me, even you, my son?"

In the swaying breeze, the canopy above the villa is a melancholy light gray, and the dense Gothic architecture around it makes the sky above the four sides even darker. At the crossing of the lower village, a black Infiniti was struggling to ignite. Suddenly, a faint searchlight pierced the dark sky like a needle. Then there was a loud "boom" like a thunderous whirlwind.

"Father, you have changed, you are becoming more and more impersonal, mother is like this, and Aunt Zheng Qian is also like this. Even the people closest to you are in this situation, why take revenge on everyone who is sincere to you. Why? Are all those money, fame, and fortune really so important, more important than human favors? Father, have you ever regretted it for a moment when you stepped on the white bones under your feet? Do you have to find out your mind to assassinate everyone who has a connection with you?"

Song Minghao stepped on the groove of the grass, he slowly raised his head, and looked at Song Mosheng with a puzzled and frustrated face, Song Mosheng always had a pair of red eyes with pride. At that moment, Ming Hao just shook his head in disappointment.

"Regret? Why should I regret it? If I hurt those people, should I feel guilty and trap myself in the shadow of pain? What about those who were cold and ruthless to me back then? What about those who were complacent about the pain of others? What about those who put their luck above the humiliation of others? And what about those who cherish their own health but wantonly trample on and disregard the lives of others? Obviously they pushed me step by step into the abyss of no return, do I have to admit my mistake alone? Then I want to ask those people, do they regret seeing me reborn in the underworld? If they don't regret it, they can't do it, they must be eager to poke me into a hornet's nest now. Endlessly, why should human life be entangled with desire. In this way, who has no self-interest, but who does not use the means to protect himself, and who has it, who has a real clean hand? Perhaps it is just that my reputation is too ostentatious, so my city is nailed to the pillar of shame by those who have a heart. Just like your classmates, is it a comparison? is it greedy? isn't it hypocritical? it's just a matter of depth and level. Why do you want to take out the mistakes that everyone will make on me?"

Song Mosheng's eyes were full of darkness and terror. He grabbed Song Minghao's wrist, his hand was as cold as a stone in the depths of winter.

"Father, that's not what you mean. I believe that it is just greed that blinds you and you will not be indifferent ... At that moment, the turbulent chaos in his body was scared away by unbearable pain, and he stared at Song Mosheng dumbfounded.

"Back then, my grandmother and I were huddled in the corner, begging for a living, but someone helped me, someone cast a kind look at me, and someone was willing to approach me to warm me?" Song Mosheng's body shone with a cold glow, and his unsteady footsteps echoed in the hollow grass. His whole body was trembling, trembling with an indescribable loss of soul.

"No, not really. To this day, I can remember the same chill in the eyes of those who passed by us. Yes! In this materialistic world, we are a group of ants who are still stealing life, and our lives will be turned into insignificant cannon fodder if others pinch our lives. And what about the angels who think they are sitting in the clouds? Is there anyone in this world who puts themselves in our stomachs? How many sleepless nights I felt like I couldn't resist because I was hungry. It was a nightmare that would never wake up, every time I got sick, I felt like I had been pulled back to purgatory by death, and I often recalled the sound of gurgling blood, the bottomless hole in my heart, she went from tingling to numbness, and then I was woken up by myself in the early morning of the first break of the shower, in the moment of a splitting headache like a dead cycle, and the liver and intestines were broken, do you know what it was like? Do you know how indifferent I am as I watch my former close friends fall into a muddy ditch, slowly weathered into reliefs? However, my sincerity has never been answered with a moment of love. And I can handle that. Just for the only person in the world who loves me with his life, I can only grit my teeth and get through. Because I knew that when I fell, my grandmother would be empty behind me. How could I be willing to make her sad. She only has me, and I only have her. Song Mosheng smiled bitterly, and at that moment, a trace of guilt and regret flashed in the eyes of the demonic man. Instead, his brief smile changed to stern, and even his voice, which was full of words, trembled slightly.

"The moment my only loved one left me, how I wished I could be freed from the endless misery. I held her hand and begged her to take me out of this cold and strange world. Grandmother, she smiled at me, her eyes were soft as if she had never been afflicted by illness. She was speechless, so she simply shook her head, grabbed my hand and told me to live well, and she told me to wait for fate with her loose sense. Do you know how I feel when I look at her loving eyes when she is dying? Why is it that the person who is destined to end her life is not me, who has long since lost her fighting spirit? Why is it that she has never hurt anyone, and can even smile back when she is very hurt, why is it that the countless evil and notorious people in this city are still alive and well? Is death the gift of salvation for those who are struggling in the sea of suffering? And for those who are full of profit, death is the end of desire? It's not fair, it's not fair to me, who is already in a mess. “

Song Mosheng said indifferently, his voice was as weak as silk, and there was not even a millimeter of the sun and moon in the calm eyes on his pale face, he stared at the gradually brightening spots of sunlight on the low arched tunnel not far away, and his solemn appearance was like examining the mournful dungeon under the duet of ice and snow.

Song Minghao coughed lightly and looked at Song Mosheng strangely.

Song Mosheng lowered his head helplessly, and his expressionless face under the ink hair fluttering in the wind was like a slowly crumpled letter paper.

When his misty eyes glanced at Song Minghao again, his smile was even brighter, and that scene was more like saying goodbye to an old friend than a heart-to-heart complaint between father and son. Song Mosheng's face changed, and after the confidence of the enigma, there was a look of suspicion. And after a bitter smile of indifference, he regained his composure. Although his voice was still hoarse, his heart was not at peace. Of course, the froze anger in his smiling eyes was the best explanation.

"Have you ever gone through the trash can to find the food that has been lost? Have you ever chewed cold steamed buns that are harder than bricks? Do you know how stinging it hurts when spittle hits people's faces? And the big kids who break your palms to snatch life-saving money, and when they lift your chin, those bright eyes smell of copper no less than that of demons. Oh, and of course when they can't get the money out of your hand, their eyes are even more fierce than vampires. Their upper lip flares back to reveal their eerie fangs, hisses of displeasure, and leans forward, as if they are ready to pounce on you and tear the remnants of your body apart. When you're drained of your bones and bones, they'll still attack you in the next wave, because you're not dead. "As dark as a deep alley, Song Mosheng's slender body was almost shaken away by the sunlight swaying between the gaps. He glared at Song Minghao, who had always been glaring angrily. At that moment, Minghao could feel that the anger in his chest was about to explode like a flood when it gathered again, and Song Minghao didn't want his father to be greatly hurt again by reminiscing about the past.

The father furrowed his brows and pursed his dark purple lips into a twisted straight line, he still looked at Minghao indifferently, while Song Minghao always stared at his father with a painful expression.

"Father, stop it, everything in the past is scattered with the wind, okay? Dad, you have to believe that time is fair, and the past should also pass. Song Minghao stopped suddenly, and when he spoke again, his voice was still very soft. "Father, you hate those who ignored you and your great-grandmother so much, so do you see the difference between yourself now and those judges of the Shura Temple? You have lost the happy childhood that ordinary people have, but now you, why do you have everything that others envy but still don't know how to be satisfied? You keep saying that this is a debt of fate, but look at your current position, the debt has been made up by time, isn't it? And if time could be turned back and the past could be repeated, I think my mother would definitely let you and Aunt Zheng Qian go. I know that there must be a reason for the deepest sorrow in your heart. ”

"Shut up, you're not qualified to point out a father who nurtures you as you grow up. An amazing roar came from behind, like a thunderbolt bursting into the clear blue sky behind Song Minghao. "You're not saying these things to me now for that summer and July. For the sake of an outsider, don't you even care about your own father? If you really understand my despair, you should be silent at this moment. ”

A cry that seemed to burst out of his chest made Ming Hao shake all over. Although Song Mosheng's face was bloodless, the fresh air that brushed his cheeks still carried the flames of the war.

"What's more, things in the business world are changing rapidly, you are a child who is studying dead, your mother is a housewife, what can you understand? ”

After a roar of the eardrums, even the muffled sound of the heart beating in the chest continued to rush to the young lips and teeth like a sharp bell.

Song Minghao was stunned there, the strong sunlight made him unable to open his eyes, he lowered his head, and counted the uneven stones under his feet.

The water column is nearly fifteen meters long.

Accompanied by the rhythmic music, the water bubbles splashed into the sunlight reflect the brilliant seven-colored light.

The impetuous breeze blew Song Myung-ho's hair into his eyes, making it impossible for him to see his father's gradually distorted face clearly. He turned his face sideways, staring indulgently at the knee-high water in the low wall-like fountain pool. The splashing water column is accompanied by a graceful chord, rippling layers of ripples at the moment of sudden falling, like a misty splash of water dancing softly in the wind through the floating sea of clouds.

The beautiful snow, the beautiful cherry blossoms, everything is as graceful as the dream of childhood whitewashed by glass flowers.

Song Minghao closed his eyes, and in the snowy cherry blossom powder rain, he was like the fast-spinning violin prince in the music box that was slowly pieced together from the fragments of memory.

In the dimly lit Song living room, his mother Yan Yaruo frowned and looked at him very unhappily, and when she complained, her voice and eyes seemed to be thick and thick as if they were stained with blood.

"Song Minghao, are you a dead man? Such a simple tune still can't be tuned?" Seeing that Song Minghao was also frowning, Yan Yaruo's complaints and dissatisfaction became even more urgent.

She put her hands on her waist as if questioning, and pointed at Ming Hao with a domineering attitude: "Tell me about you, what do you have to worry about me." Your teacher just called, and I got zero eggs in the exam. I'm so scared that one day I'll close my eyes and let you go. How a failure you will live the rest of your life. The piano is not played well, so the teacher can't let me get off the stage in front of so many students. Send you to the painter to paint insects, what are you? Abstract paintings? "Yan Yaruo turned around, stretched her waist slightly, and when she threw the crumpled paper ball on Ming Hao's head again, her eyes were full of anger. In the dim light, Song Minghao tensed his stiff lips.

"Why don't you speak, how do you look at me like that. Don't you think you disrespect me?" At that moment, even the smile that my mother forced out was very stern. "Go, bring me the homework I assigned last night, I want to take a good look at how many problems you have?"

Yan Yaruo's flickering eyes left his face, she turned around, looked at the dark surroundings and sighed softly, and then opened the window. "It's terrible, it's like a popular place, it's just a high-sounding cage. She whispered to herself in the dim light of the courtyard. "Let all evil come to an end. ”

Ming Hao secretly grimaced, and lightly punched two fists at the swirling floating dust that was thrown in the air after his mother turned around.

"Mom, I think we should say goodnight to each other, and after 9 o'clock, people's minds are no longer clear. Now, if you check your homework, you're going to be so angry that you can't sleep all night. ”

Minghao's words didn't match his expression. He looked restless and uncomfortable.

He rolled his eyes, "I will also finish the homework of the art teacher and the music teacher on time." I know it's your dream. ”

He stared at his mother by the window with an expression of extreme pain.

"Then you acquiesced. See you tomorrow. ”

The door of the room was gently opened, and under the goose-yellow projection echoing in the corridor, his fair face flashed and faded out of the narrow lonely shadow behind Yan Yaruo.

"Stop, who agreed with you to leave this room. Finish my homework and realize my dreams, as if none of this really worked on you, tell me, do you have any expectations for your future?" Yan Yaruo firmly restrained his emotions, so his anger was like an angel's tears in and off, not very complete.

"Of course there is expectation. Song Minghao furrowed his lips and said thoughtfully.

"Then why did you look like that?"

"Do you fool me? Do you know how desperate it is for you to be irresponsible to yourself. You're like this, everybody is like this here, and it's really a loop that you can't get out of, oh, my life is terrible. ”

Yan Yaruo said the last word tremblingly, and then even her lips trembling up and down paused for a few seconds before bursting with deranged ripples again.

At that moment, her nervous gaze shot straight into Song Minghao's eyes, her gaze was sincere and wild.

Life was about to be frozen, and the stunned brain was slowly vacuumed under the rotation of the machine. Song Minghao watched as his mother aimed her cold fingertips at his wrinkled lips.

He racked his brains and couldn't think of a reasonable answer, and after his teeth collided back and forth, he whispered without a mouth:

"Did I ask you to plan for me? Aren't they all imposed on me by your unfulfilled dreams?" Song Minghao's eyes tightened, his jaw tightened, and tears kept oozing from his eyelids, and he pretended not to care.

Yan Yaruo sighed, pulling his body hidden behind the door, he shook Ming Hao's body, although the strength was not great, Ming Hao could still hear the uneasy heartbeat in his chest.

"Am I doing you a disservice to you, so there's no point in you going down the path I've laid for you. ”

Yan Yaruo's breath sprayed his face, and Song Minghao moved his head back an inch. He stared at the face that was becoming stranger, and his eyes were dizzy. After composure, he stared deeply at the gradually changing face for a long time, he hesitated, contemptuous, dissatisfied, frustrated, unfair, like shooting stars sweeping over his pale brain.

"I'm an independent person, and I have the right to plan my own leisure time, so please don't mess with me, okay?Since this is what you like, you can do it until the end of your life." Go, why should you impose it on me, it's not fair. And if you don't like this kind of life, then you go and work as hard as your father, and you go to be the president who claims to be as great as him?!" Anger shone like metal in his eyes, and for a second, the oppressive atmosphere gave him an urge to walk away.

Yan Yaruo was surging with passion again, and her eyes were like a surging storm crashing on the golden reef. Suddenly, there was a "click", and the golden reef cracked a crack in the middle.

"No wonder your father always looked down on you and went behind my back to find that slut's illegitimate son. Look at where that photo was taken, it's about to bring people back to the Song family. Do you know that there is a fire in the backyard, and you still have the heart to play mobile games there? Tell me about you, if you have a little bit of talent, can you leave a chance for people to take advantage of? If you please him, can he do anything nonsense outside? Sure enough, relying on the Yan family, the Yan family will fall, relying on the lover's lover's lover and lover's heart is not here with me, and even my son is talking about excluding me. ”

She gasped for breath and threw the photo into Minghao's hand. The cold picture cut through his flushed cheeks. Tears welled up in his eyes in an instant, and he was not angry in his eyes.

"I thought that when that ruthless man saw you, he would love the house and treat me better. Well, God is destined to be an unlikable child for the rest of your life. I can't help it. When you were born, he was too stingy to take the time to hug you. It seems that the fate between your father and son is also shallow. Yan Yaruo slammed her chin in the middle of the smashed drawing board, her cheeks pressed tightly into her closed hands, and the moment her gentle hand was put down, she cried hysterically at him.

"Forgive me, please forgive me. I didn't want to tell you this, after all, you're still a kid. But at this juncture, I really can't bear it. Even if you hate me, I'm going to make you see the status quo. We're all the kind of people who don't get loved. All we have is each other. ”

Her voice is unnatural and uneven. She gently cupped Minghao's face, and she met his shocked face to her worried eyes.

Song Minghao was completely frightened by his mother's capriciousness, her angry appearance just now was a little unexpected, every time he was writing homework, or practicing piano and painting without coming back to his senses, his mother's reaction was a little aggressive. At first, he did not take his mother's complaints to heart, and he knew that his mother would soon return to her former gentle and loving appearance. But this time, he picked up the photo with a lot of questions. Especially when he saw the photo of his father lovingly caressing the strange boy's broken hair, he was stunned until the yellowed photo fell off his frightened fingertips, and then he looked at his mother with unwilling eyes that bordered on paranoia.

"Is this the boy who even the people used to laugh about? Sure enough, he is real with us. It seems that the mother's angry scolding is not groundless. He raised his eyebrows, and a low roar rang out in his chest.

"If this boy makes his mother panic all day, I will definitely make him look good, and I will let him know the fate of going against me Song Minghao. Mom, you tell me, where is our nightmare, I'm going to smash him, I'm going to break Song Mosheng's thoughts. Song Minghao suppressed his rough voice and roared more obviously.

"Don't be so presumptuous, it won't solve anything. Yan Yaruo stopped in front of Song Minghao with a bitter face, her expression was a little trance, waiting for her rapid gasping to calm down, she raised Minghao's face again silently, so that he could only look at her.

"Promise me, don't go to that boy, you can't go anywhere without my permission. The Yan family is gone, and you and I don't even have a way out. In case you encounter danger again, how do you want me to face the rest of my life? Guarding the crumbling marriage, at least I still have this precious treasure of you, you are my motivation and courage, understand. ”

Mother's grievances were like a huge stone pressing on Minghao's heart, and there was a sense of loneliness that had never been felt before. Song Minghao couldn't help but kneel in front of Yan Yaruo, and she then squatted down and hugged him in her arms. "Minghao will wait for you to grow up, you have to protect your mother, do you know? Even in the Song family, you must always stand by my side, and don't let the surname Song separate us. ”

"I will protect you. Song Minghao's eyes darkened. "And I'm going to work hard to get back what belongs to us for us. ”

When Yan Yaruo opened her eyes again, Ming Hao's perfect face was only a few inches from the tip of her nose.

Yan Yaruo carefully studied his face, and when she saw the seriousness in his young gaze, she nodded with satisfaction.

Myeongho's cynical face softened a lot at that moment, and he kissed the tears from his mother's face with his lipstick.

The water waves under the eyes loomed,

The shadow of childhood that can't be shaken off keeps spinning in Minghao's mind, trance and dullness dominate his impatient and frightened mind, complex emotions rush to his shriveled stomach like a grotesque hodgepodge, and he only feels dazzled under the effect of a strong feeling of vomiting.

Song Minghao cautiously stared at the mother who exuded gloomy energy in the crystal bubbles.

He took a deep breath and slowly looked up into the cold sunlight.

The sun was not warm at all as it approached noon, and he closed his eyes and held his breath. The splash of water is like a cheerful falling leaf.

The pond in the middle of the meadow is blue and blue, and the sunlight spills in from the shade of the trees, and you can see the spirit fish in the pond swimming freely in the blue sky and white clouds shining with golden light. Song Minghao closed his eyes and put his ear on Xia Qiyue's shoulder. Her face rested lightly against his purple hair until the red glow of the setting sun reflected on the slightly bitten lips of July.

This world is full of gray areas for Song Minghao, although he is still a pampered chaebol young master. And only when he faced Xia Qiyue alone, would his anxious heart get a moment of comfort.

"Hey, little brother, you have made my arm sore, how do you want to compensate me?"

July's eyes are like sparkling agate, and her attitude is very earnest.

Song Minghao slowly sat up straight, he took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. "Tell me, what kind of gift do you like?"

looked at Song Minghao, his eyes were cold, and he didn't smile at all. Xia Qiyue couldn't help rubbing his shoulders and shivering.

"It's so cheesy to give gifts. She pouted and grumbled. Then, with an angelic smile, she shook his hand gently. Her eyes sparkled, and she was sweet in her timidity.

"Recently, GU has released a new shell bag. LC has released a new flower bag. Aren't the girls most interested in these? But whenever there is a new style, they have to chop up and buy it. Song Minghao said gently. "The girls I know can't resist gifts, and mothers are like this at home, but if their father doesn't come back for a week, she can jump with joy when she buys a few decent gifts. ”

"Ahh Xia Qiyue formed a small pink fist and pressed it tightly to her pink cheeks,

"Maybe other girls will look forward to your gifts, but I don't like it, I'm not interested in things that aren't creative. July blinked. "Mom said that the interesting soul is one in a thousand, I don't know if the little brother is ten thousand. But I am indeed one. July's eyes stared at him clearly.

"I want to go to the aquarium, I want to see dolphins kissing with beautiful breeders. ”

She hugged his arm and shook violently, her eyes as bright as the warm sun were adorned with beautiful broken gold. She grinned, her rosy tongue spitting out slightly from her peach-pink lips.

"Little brother, let's go to the aquarium, it's fun. And I recently watched a Korean drama, and there is a very romantic scene in it? The male protagonist in the play also proposed to the female protagonist in front of the dolphin? The boy's smile is as warm as the little brother. Let's also revisit the classic plots in idol dramas. ”

The sunset slowly rolled into the pond in front of her, the crystal night dew fluttered around the snow-like cherry blossom petals, July slowly opened her arms, and she excitedly leaned on the solid figure on the green grass.

"Take you to the aquarium to see the dolphin show, will you be happy? When we grow up, I'll take you to Provence to see lavender." I think you'll like it too, I understand that other girls like gifts, you like travel, right, it's really chic. Song Minghao said softly with a smile.

"Yes, I'll be happy. I think the fun you experience while playing is more real than a gift. I like to live in a very real way, and I am very comfortable and pure. July hugged his arm and slowly lay back on the grass next to him.

The jumping broken gold was like a sparkling tapestry, covering the thin bodies of the two children.

Her laughter was as crisp and sweet as a shell wind chime, looking at her peachy pink cheeks. Minghao's eyes were full of pampering.

"I promise you, in the future, I will take you to any place you like, so will you have a good impression of your little brother? If I have always been good to you, will you like me because of dependence?"

In the shade of the green miasma, the leaves dyed with night neighed happily.

"Bang bang. "A strong heartbeat is faster than a breeze sweeping through fallen leaves.

He was waiting for her answer. At the same time, he imagined in his mind the warm scene when the two of them hugged each other and laughed when they grew up. He took her hand and walked together through the rustling red maple forest.

In Minghao's impression, the red maple is the warmest and most brilliant, especially when the wind blows gently and the frost red slowly falls from the treetops into the eyes. The light touches are like the plump skin of a girl.

Dreamy crimson, Xia Qiyue's light smile, she gently stretched her arms, and spun her body gracefully. Suddenly, looking back, even the soft smiling eyes burned with clusters of maple fire.

Song Minghao closed his eyes and looked at the tsundere princess who was walking in a red dress with envy.

He stood up slowly, brushing one hand over July's red and hot cheeks, and looked affectionately at the pair of eyes that trembled like autumn water.

"You're all I want. Song Minghao said, tiptoeing slightly. Just as his kiss was about to fall on July's slightly open mouth, July's figure gradually melted under the scorching sun like snow.

Thinking of the two most important women in his life, Song Minghao, who had just returned from the messy fantasy world, made up his mind again.