After a car accident, I thought you had left me long ago. Every time I think of you, it is the smile you gave me under the tree. Do you know that I like you, and you have occupied my entire youth.
I'm so glad that God didn't take you away from me. You are still with me, still with that smile. Linxiaojie, fortunately, our time is still there.
"Awan, this is your brother Xiaofeng, please call me brother." Wen's mother smiled and introduced the four or five-year-old girl next to her.
Under the tree, the young man smiled slightly, with gentle eyes. The afterglow of the setting sun hit the tree and his body. Wen Wan looked at him, smiled lightly, and said softly: "Hello, brother Xiaofeng."
The young man didn't say anything, he just looked at the little porcelain doll-like girl in front of him with gentle eyes, as if he was looking at the treasure in the world. Many years later, even if Wan was awakened by a nightmare, as long as she thought of his smile, she would always feel that he was by her side and not far away.