Yan Tao swayed out and wandered around the street casually.

Aocheng is an ancient city.

The city, which combines Gothic architecture with traditional Chinese architecture, has many iconic attractions.

The Peace Square in the city center keeps many doves of peace.

White, gray, many tourists hold a hand of bread crumbs to feed.

But often, as soon as they walked past, the dove of peace fluttered its wings and rushed into the sky, and when the visitors left, the dove carefully landed to peck at the crumbs of bread to eat.

Young Master Yan stood behind the statue, avoiding crowded places, and suddenly she hooked her lips and smiled, raised her arms, and opened her lips.

The melodious whistle rises and is sent out with the wind.

Peace Square has always been a place where people gather, street dwellers, musicians, painters, and everyone.

They were originally intoxicated with playing, bending down to make money, or pulling people to sell themselves, but in an instant, they could see a large scene of pigeons flapping their wings and flying.

In the past, these pigeons were scattered and fled.

At this moment, they reflected the golden afterglow of the setting sun, flying to the feet of the young man standing under the statue of peace.

Then silently folded his wings and lingered at his feet.

Facing the light, I couldn't see the appearance of the young man clearly.

can only form a vague first impression from her long and straight posture and noble bearing.

It should be a handsome and lazy teenager.

She leaned slightly sideways to avoid a few pigeons that had almost hit her, and a gentle smile slowly spread from her lips.

The pigeons, who dominated the peace square, behaved like cats in front of the boy, just circling around the boy.

Only a newborn little pigeon, stumbling and spreading its wings, flew up again and again, but could not fly far, jumping anxiously, the supple feathers were blown up, and the tourists who watched were a little anxious.

"Goo!"

"Goo-goo-goo!"

The little pigeon spun around in a hurry, flapping its wings and unable to fly.

Yan Tao glanced at it with low eyes, and suddenly chuckled, she walked out of the backlight, her slender legs wrapped in black trousers, and her body proportions became more and more rebellious.

Her lips pursed slightly, a slight sneer between her eyebrows, and she squatted down and beckoned to the stupid little pigeon.

The young man's good-looking face fell into the eyes of everyone in the square, causing an uproar of amazement.

The painter held the brush and looked at the Yan Tao blankly, but the bean-sized paint dripped on the painting paper and did not find it.

His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Oh my God...... He's a perfect work of art. ”

The child pulled his mother's hand and jumped vigorously, "Mom, Mom, that brother looks so good!" I want to look as good as him when I grow up! ”

Mother's eyes were mixed with amazement and love, and it took a while before she spoke, mercilessly strangling the little boy's dream in the cradle: "Don't think about it, with your father's genes, it's impossible in this life!" ”

"Wow!"

The little boy's heart was like ashes, and he howled and cried.

Little Boy Daddy ...... My heart is dead too.

I never knew my wife hated me so much.

Still, my wife loves me.

Then he heard his mother holding her heart with a sad face, "Why! Why don't you let me be born ten years late! ”

Father...... The discouragement is gone.

Yan Tao hooked his finger at the little pigeon and said in a nice voice, "Little fool, come here." ”

The little pigeon staggered and staggered with all its might, and then heard a fluttering sound, and it flew!

The crowd was stunned.

Can there be such a sassy operation?