"Qiu Tong, I want to be my brother's bride." Feng looked at me with a smile. "What is the bride? Can I eat it? Qiutong wants to eat it!" I opened my eyes wide, eager to get something delicious from the wind. "Qiutong, the bride can't eat it. Mom said that the bride is the one who will stay with her forever. The most important thing is that she should be the one she likes the most." Feng followed the example of the adults and said with a straight face. "Oh, then Qiu Tong likes the wind, can I be Feng's bride?" Being Feng's bride = being with Feng every day = you can get a lot of delicious food, um, yes, then let's be Feng's bride. "Haha, then, let's check the box. Qiu Tong will be Feng's bride, and we will always be together." Feng stretched out his fingers and intertwined with mine. I was 4 years old and Feng was 5 years old. This should be a beautiful picture, but if you ignore:
Not far away, the aunt smiled slyly, "Wuyue, did you see it? My son kidnapped your daughter." "Huh, look at the way your son looks at my daughter. It's not necessarily who kidnapped whom." The mother said unconvincingly, folding her arms. The two men by the tree looked at their wives and smiled in understanding.
This is my first time writing an article, so I'm not very good at writing opinions yet. Please just read it.