The first time An He met Xu Yiliang was on the steps of the college.
In the fifth year of their acquaintance, An He and Xu Yiliang met on the steps of the college.
The collision when we first met, the indifference when we met in the fifth year.
I don't know how many people came and went, but it seemed that only peace and harmony were the warmth of Xu Yiliang.
"Uncle Xu, you said you are five, six, seven or eight years older than me. Do people think you are a dignified Mr. Xu... Cough..." At this point, she didn't dare to say anything. Teasing is teasing, and An He didn't have the guts to speak openly about her Mr. Xu.
How could Xu Yiliang not know what she was thinking, so he put her hand behind his back, pressed it on the sofa and said sideways, "I think you haven't been taken care of enough by me, and you still dare to say that I am old." An He looked at him closely, and his eyes were red for some reason, whimpering, lowered his head and rubbed A Liang's chest, and said softly, "A Liang is not old, A He wants to be with A Liang forever."
Xu Yiliang knew that his Ahe was thinking about the years they were separated. His heart softened and he stopped teasing her. He hugged the little one and comforted her in a low voice, "Stop crying. We will never be separated, eh? It would be shameful to cry again."
After going around in circles for so many years, I have always known that only you are my warmth.