"Sixi," there was still some crumbs of the cake in his hand, and he slapped Lan Qiren's white pajamas, "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, why are you getting old again?" The tone was heavy, as if Mr. Lan Qiren was terminally ill and would see Lan An again soon.
Lan Qiren tried his best to control the corners of his mouth from twitching. It was indeed a familiar formula and a familiar taste. The next sentence should be...
"I didn't expect, Master, that I am still so young and beautiful. Look at this smooth skin, look at this young figure, oh my god, why do I look so good!" I wish I could hold up a tall mirror and look at it all over the room.
Lan Qiren silently drank the slightly cold water, took off his coat and threw it on top of the mountain, then pulled the quilt and lay down to sleep.
Concept: Relaxed, ordinary, generations