"Slowly."
"Huh?"
"Slowly."
"I'm here."
Every now and then, the little guy would call his name like he does now. Whenever this happened, he responded patiently and thought her voice was very pleasant.
Later, when the little guy grew up and became what the world calls a devil, she would still call him that.
"Li Si."
"Huh?"
"Li Si."
"I'm here."
Seeing her laugh, he pulled her into his arms and watched the snow falling on the eaves together.
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In the past, there was green ants' newly fermented wine and a small red clay stove. It was snowing in the evening. Can I have a glass of wine?
Now, she could only think of one sentence and whispered to him: "I really want to turn into a piece of snow, so that it can fall on your shoulders."
You have seen me at my worst, and you can accept me at my worst.
That's enough.
***A few points to note***
1. The male protagonist is thirty years older than the female protagonist
2. My original intention was to write about the CP of my junior year (the senior and third students in Mao Ni's "Jian Ye"), but I didn't know that the words I wrote had their own thoughts~ So I classified this article as a derivative~ (it is a very serious OOC fan!!!)
3. Situations originating from or derived from Mao Ni's "Jian Ye" will be told as much as possible~
4. The romance of the universe, mountains and rivers, and the warmth of life are dedicated to 2020 (meaning, I will work hard to finish it)
Purpose: Produce food by yourself, be a junior in college