In this romantic city, it seems that even the plants and trees around him have become romantic. The lazy sunshine makes his figure look longer and longer, and the tip of his pen flows, putting him into his own scenery.
When the pen fell, he turned around and walked back, his eyes full of smiles, "Great painter, you took a little too long this time."
Yirui blinked, "Because the scenery is so beautiful."
His eyes fell on the drawing paper in front of Yi Rui, and he reached out and rubbed her hair, "It's great, I seem to be able to see what we will look like when we grow old."
Yirui lowered his head and thought for a moment, then wrote in the corner of the painting with a pen: You must remember that the good times of the year are the time when oranges are yellow and oranges are green.
The smile in his eyes grew stronger, "What should I do? Seeing how peaceful the years are, I can't help but want to accompany you until you grow old."
"Don't bear it if you can't help it."
Yirui smiled lightly and took his hand. This is the sweetest form of love. With him by your side, everything for the rest of your life becomes the best expectation.