Li Mingfeng's room is still the same, no different from the decoration when he left ten years ago. (Baidu search: Burning the book library, see the fastest update of the white wall is still white, but in the past, Li Yueqing always felt that this room was very small, so small that it couldn't accommodate Li Mingfeng's heart.) Now that he had returned, she felt that the room was empty and large, big enough to hold the hearts of two people.

Li Yueqing curled up in his arms, in her opinion, this big boy was still the little brother who was covered in mud ten years ago. She was glad that time didn't seem to leave any mark on him.

She muttered, "Brother." ”

Li Mingfeng opened his tired eyes, rubbed his chin against her hair, and asked, "What's wrong?" I'm sleepy. ”

"Brother...... Elder brother...... I miss you so much......"

Li Mingfeng immediately bounced up from the bed, and he heard her choking voice. At that moment, he was scared, afraid of her tears, afraid of seeing her cry with his own eyes, he had been afraid since he was a child.

He reached out to touch the tears that were dripping from the corners of her eyes, a crystal teardrop rolling on his fingertips. He put his finger in his mouth. The tears were bitter, but he actually tasted a hint of sweetness in them, and he believed that the joy came from him, and the corners of his mouth smiled slightly.

Looking at Li Yueqing, who was sleeping like a cat in his arms, he couldn't help but brush away the broken hair on her forehead, and his lips gently touched between her eyebrows. At the moment when the two of them made skin contact, Li Yueqing suddenly opened his eyes and pushed him out of bed.

Li Mingfeng covered his stomach and said "oops" a few times. The two looked at each other and laughed.

He knew she had something on her mind, but he didn't ask her why she was sullen. He believed that if she wanted to say it, sooner or later he would know. As for the time limit, he never cared.

After a while, Li Yueqing quieted down, buried her face deep in his arms, closed her nose one by one, and exhaled even air.

Everyone has a unique smell on their body, which is imprinted on their body from the day they are born, and it cannot be erased or erased. And the taste exclusive to Li Mingfeng should be the smell of lavender, Li Yueqing thought carefully.

She soon fell asleep, and in her sleep, she dreamed that she was lying in a large endless field of lavender flowers, the faint fragrance crawling all over her body, and the sun shining gently on her face, all as beautiful as at the beginning......

Li Mingfeng watched her quietly from the side. Watch her smile fade away, watch her clenched hand slowly loosen. He pulled the quilt up to her neck. As she withdrew her hand, her fingers inadvertently touched her silky smooth cheeks, paused for a few seconds, and then quickly withdrew as if she had been bitten by something.

He rolled out of bed and sat down on a wicker chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. In the distance, the city is as lively and cheerful as daytime, and the lights are bright. He looked at the time, and it was one o'clock in the morning. Maybe it's because of the jet lag, his mind is still very excited, but his body is very tired.

He let out a long breath, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to Li Yueqing's subtle breathing. The corners of his mouth slowly curved, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be illuminated by the bright sun, and he opened his eyes in confusion, and found himself sitting in the small garden of his home.

"Brother—"

Li Mingfeng looked towards the source of the voice, a little girl of five or six years old was looking at him sweetly, he smiled and wanted to meet him, but his body was hit, "Yueqing!" Come on! "Isn't that exactly me and Li Yueqing when I was a child?

He stood aside and watched the two little children rub mud on each other's bodies, and their clean little faces soon became big cats.

He dragged his chin and laughed, and the smile disappeared with a smile. He saw a woman pushing the little boy to the ground and scolded, "You give me a little stay away from Yueqing, away from my child!"

The little boy looked at the brightly dressed woman with resentment, tears stored in his eyes, but they did not flow.

Xiao Yueqing, who was forcibly pulled into the house by the woman, cried and said, "Mom, let me play with my brother for a while!" Mommy, I beg you......" She reached out to grab the little boy's hand, but the distance grew farther and farther away, and they finally became reflections in each other's eyes.

Li Mingfeng frowned and sat up from the rattan chair suddenly. The breath was heavy and the sweat soaked through the back. He looked back at Li Yueqing, who was still asleep, and couldn't help but laugh at himself a little in his heart.

Isn't the past still in the past? Isn't she right by his side now?.