After standing for a while, I turned around and poured a glass of water, still came to the balcony, looking at the peonies on the balcony, and the mood was even more refreshing.

He counted them, and there were 12 pots of peonies. A basin of white, pure as a white cloud in the sky. There are also pots of black ones, like black gemstones.

The red peony is gorgeous and extraordinary, and because the hotel is called the red peony, here, the red peony accounts for more than half, and the rest is the purple peony, the petals are overlapped, like a pom-pom and full of red.

At this time, Sichun was in the quilt, very unhappy, because she felt that the quilt in the hotel smelled of disinfectant water, so she couldn't stand it for such a long time.

Look outside, there is already a sunset. She suddenly feigned a cough and got up. She was sleepy-eyed, her cheeks were red, she wore slippers, and she was stunned to pour water.

Yu Sheng hurriedly turned around and said easily and naturally.

"Awake?"

"Ahem, cough, cough," Sichun collected the phone full of nude photos, coughed a few times, and half-bowed his head and smiled slyly before raising his head.

"yes, it feels so boring."

"If you're bored, why don't you take a look out from the balcony? Look at the flowers, and water them by the way. Sichun thought. Looking at the flowers?

Look at your sister. Still watering? Didn't you see that flower, it was all watered by the old lady and me? Really, it's too observant, isn't it?

The book says that men are big pigs' trotters, and this sentence is true. However, she didn't chew it clearly, she really came, and also raised her glass.

She and Yu Sheng are very close, watching the colorful sky together, and the orientation here seems to be specially designed to watch the sunset.

Looking at the sky, the fiery clouds are red through half the sky - bright red, gold-edged red, gray, a little black and even, but no matter what color, no matter the shade of color, God controls them in the same color system, not obtrusive.

"Caixia is also so eye-catching." Sichun muttered to himself, and his delicate face, especially his red lips, was also reflected and plated with a layer of rose.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but whisper in admiration.

"You're so pretty!" Sichun immediately blushed. She half-bowed her head, but she was a little anxious in her heart. Sichun relieved for a while, and hummed a song softly,

"Ask the sun, why have you risen and sunset? Ask Xieyang, how many joys and sorrows have you seen. Ask the slanting sun, for whom do you shine and for whom do you hide. Ask the slanting sun, why are you brilliant and bright for a short time? Ask the slanting sun, can you stop and be alone with me. Singing here, I don't know what the past Sichun has recalled, she couldn't sing, covered her face, and shrugged her shoulders.

This can scare the rest of your life. It was fine just now, why is it so good? However, thinking of her life experience and the purpose of this trip, he sighed, closed his eyes, plucked up his courage, stepped forward, and hugged her in distress.

Maybe at this moment, she is lonely and needs a shoulder. Then he must lean on her.

Sichun was in his arms, tears stained his chest, and the hurdle vest instantly became a tissue, smeared with tears and snot.

"What should I do for the rest of my life?" Yu Sheng heard it, but he didn't answer, he just felt that he didn't know what Sichun should do, after all, whose life was in control, what could the rest of the people do?

Future, past? This topic, if you talk about it, is too long and long-winded, but after talking about it for a long time, it's not your own master?

Others, even children, parents, siblings, cannot really influence a person's past and future, as well as the great laws and laws such as the alternation of the old and the new.

So she asked, and he was speechless. Sichun was still lying in the arms of the rest of his life, twitching a few times from time to time.

At the end of the rest of his life, he hugged her in his arms and stroked her back, which seemed to be very soft.

"Don't cry." But the rest of his life feels awkward, because, Sichun is more than three years older than himself, the details are unknown, if he is a few years younger, it is okay, this is so much older, I am really not used to it.

But Sichun doesn't care too much. She wants to be with the little white face she has been optimistic about for a long time, and she is determined to have a leg, no matter what people say is terrible, she doesn't care about anything.

She loves him, she wants to rely on him, lie to him, and eat him. When it gets dark, all the beautiful clouds are a thing of the past.

"It's cold, it's dark, go back to the house, right? I will also wipe your face, relax your mood, and strive to speak at the conference tomorrow, express your thoughts about finding your relatives, I think the sunset is not big, and the media is so powerful and developed, you will be able to find your relatives. He patted Sichun on the back again.

Sichun nodded, barely raising his face. When I saw it for the rest of my life, the cheekbones of the baby's muscles were all red, and I hurriedly said,

"Let's go, I'll wipe your face." Sichun

"Hmm", back to the house, Sichun sat on the bed, and suddenly pouted and shook his head.

"I don't rub it, it hurts." The rest of my life.

"Doesn't it hurt more if you don't rub it? Moreover, there are bad toxins in tears, which can make skin allergies, especially if your skin is infantile. ”

"I don't, I want you to lick it a few times, the saliva can be sterilized." After saying these tiger and wolf words, she couldn't bear it herself, so she covered her face.

Yu Sheng sighed and felt that it made sense. stood in front of Sichun, picked up her face, leaned over slightly, pouted in the red part, kissed a few times, the tip of the tongue touched the skin, naturally, felt salty.

It wasn't until he licked it and it wasn't salty that he stopped his mouth, and saw that the corners of Sichun's mouth were upturned, and he looked like he was enjoying it.

Ponder for the rest of your life. This? She's not kidding me, is she? But she didn't pretend to cry just now, so she didn't think much about it.

He whispered,

"That's it!" And he got up. Sichun asked,

"How do you know?" Yu Sheng said stupidly.

"It's not salty." Sichun suddenly smiled, she couldn't help it. For the rest of his life, he finally disgusted him with tears, but well, he didn't seem to feel disgusting with her tears, did he?

Anyway, Sichun could feel that she felt sorry for her for the rest of her life. That's pretty cool for that alone. Suddenly, her glass fell to the ground.

"Oops, it hurts," I saw her white and tender hand, pressed against her chest,

"It hurts, it hurts, and it's still here." She patted her armpit again.

"It seems to be swollen here, too." The rest of my life was a little confused.

"What's wrong with you?" Sichun's face was a little pale, and he shook his head, without any way or clue.

"Last week, the doctor at the People's Hospital said that I had a serious blockage. Then, you help me, I don't know if the massage is useful. Ouch, it hurts, for the rest of your life, come on. "The rest of your life looked at her in pain.

Quickly pick up the water cup and put it on the table, and go and draw the curtains. The room was dark, Sichun hurriedly turned on the lamp, she brought several pillows, leaned there, and then bit her lower lip and shyly untied her clothes.

The rest of his life was dizzy, and he almost didn't fall down.