In the 24 solar terms of the year, the frost has passed, and the beginning of winter is approaching, so the weather in late autumn is beginning to get colder and colder.

In the room of a European-style villa, Yu Yuanyuan was leaning back in his chair relaxedly, holding a 16-carat brick book in his hand, and he was watching intently without distraction.

In fact, only he knows that the thoughts in his heart have flooded like an unstoppable tide.

"Brother Yu, do you have a favorite sister?"

A handsome little face that was still childish, young and ignorant, looked at Brother Yu who was sitting opposite him with curiosity.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, Yu Yuanyuan was slightly stunned, and moved his focused gaze to the slightly pale, but very handsome little face.

Looking at the beautiful eyes that shimmered with starlight, Yu Yuanyao bent his fingers and tapped his forehead:

"Little ghost, you don't study hard, why are you asking this?"

Putting down the tip of the pen against the pointed chin, the very handsome little guy stroked his forehead with his hand that was not painful:

"Hmph, don't think I don't understand anything, but I often get love letters from girls in my class who sneak into my school bag."

Heh, love letters?

Are today's children so precocious?

"Brother Yu"

The beautiful eyes glanced quickly at the closed door, and then deliberately lowered his voice:

"You can't tell my parents about this."

As he spoke, he also raised an index finger and placed it between the two pale pink lip flaps, asking Yu Yuanyuan to keep the secret of this secret.

Smiling and nodding in agreement, Yu Yuanyao decided to dig up the little secret in this secret.

"Xiaoyan, you have received so many love letters, among these girls, are there any little girls you like?"

Yu Yuanyao looked at the handsome little face with interest.

"No, they're all so naïve, I don't like them."

The little guy has a tsundere face.

He actually thinks that little girls of the same age are naïve?

Shaking his head in his heart, Yu Yuanyuan quietly closed the book, and then put it on the table.

"So, you like older girls?"

"That's not the case!"

As soon as the little guy heard this, he immediately became uneasy.

The handsome face, which was a little pale, instantly turned into a big red face.

Slowly approaching the table with his upper body, Yu Yuanyuan asked in a good time:

"Or maybe you have a girl you like, but she's not in your class?"

In an instant, the little inkstone was as red as an apple's little face, and with a "boom", it was even more red as if it was about to drip blood.

Yo, did he really guess it?

It seems that this little guy is too tender.

Bowing his head very shyly, Xiao Yan held the pen in his hand and subconsciously drew circles of different sizes on the paper.

"Hmm... Her name is Xiao Ning, and she used to live next door to our house, and every day she would go to kindergarten with me, and then to elementary school together. But two years ago, the family emigrated to Switzerland, and I haven't seen her since. ”

A 12-year-old boy in the period of voice change, with a slightly hoarse voice, told the loss and frustration in his heart.

Soon, though, he smiled again:

"However, I have already agreed with her that when I grow up, I will definitely go to her."

It's really surprising that two little p-kids have such an agreement.

Reaching out to stroke the top of his hair, Yu Yuanyao smiled approvingly:

"Very well, then when you grow up, you must remember to fulfill the agreement between you, and you can't let her wait too long and be disappointed."

Whether it is a pure friendship or a youthful and ignorant emotion, it has left an indelible beauty in the time of life.

Just like how good she is to him.

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