After Ye Zifan came out of the office, he drove to the place where he first encountered wheat, and the originally quiet path had long been replaced by an artificial garden.

Just like the relationship between the two people, it has also changed unconsciously under the passage of time.

Ye Zifan leaned weakly on the park bench, lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. The spicy smell of tobacco inhaled into the lungs and gradually soothed the anger surging in the bottom of my heart.

He sighed deeply and lifted his black hair, which was wet with water and stuck to his forehead. Memories of the past rise in my head.

"Zifan, the love I yearn for is: a couple for a lifetime, and stay together forever."

Maizi leaned on Ye Zifan's arms with a face full of longing and happiness, and he imagined that when the two of them were old at twilight, they would still snuggle up to each other and finally come to the end of their lives.

Maizi, who was in a deep fantasy, did not notice the unconcealed sarcasm in the eyes of the man next to her.

At that time, Ye Zifan felt that Maizi's idea was very naïve, and love was the thing with the shortest shelf life in this world. No one can trap him around for the rest of his life.

But when Ye Zifan finally realized Maizi's original mood, the person he loved disappeared from his world.

Finding wheat and giving him the love he wants has always been Ye Zifan's greatest wish. For this reason, he no longer lingered in the flowers, and even quit the extravagant life of drunkenness and gold in the past.

The previous debt and damage to the wheat, Ye Zifan wants to make up for it in the years to come.

Maizi's indifference and disgust didn't care about him, and even being insulted and slapped by Maizi Ye Zifan also accepted it. He felt that he had hurt Maizi a lot at the beginning, and now he deserved such an end. As long as Maizi is happy to return to him, it doesn't matter what he does.

Maizi's attitude, Ye Zifan pretended not to care on the surface, but his heart was still drowned by waves of suffering.

President Ye, who has read countless people and has been in love for so many years, doesn't know what to do when facing Maizi. On this thorny road of love, he is constantly hurt.

Ye Zifan didn't think about giving up, deliberately didn't think about Maizi, and deliberately didn't want to see him. Thinking that by doing so, he would be able to remove him from his world again. But Ye Zifan found that this little wheat was already deeply rooted in his heart, and he couldn't pull it out, and if he moved, it would involve his heart and spleen, and he couldn't live in pain.

After Ye Zifan realized this, he completely accepted his fate. If you can't make him completely disappear from your world, then you will always be trapped by your side.

Ye Zifan's slender fingers gently tapped his forehead, and his mind carefully analyzed the problems between the two, peeling off the cocoon, peeling off the layers of it, and then capturing Maizi's heart in one fell swoop.

"Zhou Zhou, let's be here, the flowers over there are so beautiful!"

The soft and glutinous voice floated into Ye Zifan's ears.

Ye Zifan followed the prestige and saw Mai Bao pulling a little boy of the same age as him, and walked over in a hurry.

"Mabel, why are you here?"

After seeing Ye Zifan, Mai Bao ran over with a face full of surprise and pounced on Ye Zifan's leg: "Uncle~"

Ye Zifan hugged Mai Bao in his arms and said affectionately: "Why is Mai Bao here?" ”

"Today, the teacher asked me to come to the park to paint!"

"I haven't seen you for so long, does Mai Bao miss my uncle?"

"Mai Bao, I miss my uncle so much! Why didn't my uncle come to see Mabel! ”

"Uncle has been busy with work recently, so I'll go see Mai Bao when I'm done!"

"That uncle has to talk about it!"

The little boy on the side saw that the two were chatting hotly, and urged: "Mai Bao, are you still going to paint?" ”

Only then did Ye Zifan notice that the two little things were holding a drawing board and a paintbrush in their hands.

Mai Bao rubbed off Ye Zifan, ran to the little boy and said, "Zhou Zhou, you draw first, I'll go over later." ”

The little boy nodded, sat down by the flowers, spread out his sketchpad and began to draw in earnest.