"I like this feeling." Li Mu hummed softly. The little hands grasped the corners of my clothes greedily. "Really?" I smiled softly, "Then just listen to me." She is very talented. It's not that she is suitable for Xiao, in fact, people like her are suitable for everything. I don't plan to hold her like this for the rest of my life. She always has to leave, but she doesn't know when it will be this time. I looked into her eyes. As far away as the foggy sky. As far back as the last century, the last century has a similar feeling. The one in my arms is still very young, and I suddenly feel happy. Maybe this means that I will stay with her for a long time. "What's your name? You haven't told me yet." Mumu poked me with her little hand. "My name is Li Huan." "Li Huan." "Yes." "Will you support me?" "Yes." I started to teach her to play the flute. Mumu sat in my arms and listened quietly. The pavilion was ventilated, and the raindrops hit her hair clearly, one by one. Later, the wooden black hair was a little wet and hung softly in front of her forehead. The wind got into her sleeves, and the hem of her skirt flowed with the wind, as if it was about to float away.