That day, Baicheng was watering the flowers on the balcony. He sat on the lounge chair behind him all year round, holding a teacup and crossing his feet, squinting at the sunset, "Hey, it's been forever, the sun is still shining brightly."
Baicheng heard him sigh in an old-fashioned way, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips in a smile.
Yes, the days are getting older, and the years have also drawn gentle lines on the corners of our eyes, and you are smiling, frowning, or sighing right where I can see you when I turn my head.
Thousands of quarrels, thousands of harsh words and thousands of thoughts of leaving are nothing compared to you holding my hand, nothing compared to you not saying anything, but silently walking with me by my side.
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