"Brother Qianzhi, why do you always go out with Brother Gu and don't play with us?" Little Su Fu looked confused, holding a marshmallow in his chubby hand and licking it happily.
Gu Qianzhi said nothing. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sugar stains on the corners of Xiao Su Fu's mouth. He straightened her red cloak and held one of her little hands that had nowhere to rest. Then he raised his head and looked at her seriously. He said clearly, word by word, "If I have been so ignorant, how can I keep you? Let's go back. It's windy and snowy outside, and it's not suitable for you."
"Gu Qianzhi, what do you mean?" Su Fu asked, frowning in confusion.
"Fufu, have you heard this sentence?" Gu Qianzhi looked at her intently, his eyebrows and eyes curled up in a smile, which looked even clearer in the night.
"Do it all day long, you say it over and over again." After saying that, he stretched out his hand to take Su Fu's hand, looked up at her, and explained to himself: "What it means is that I, Gu Qianzhi, am waiting for your return day by day, from morning to night."
In this world, there is no such thing as a destined marriage or a lingering bond, but it all depends on man-made things.