The sun shone through the cracks in the trees and shone on Lin Yanshu, as if it had gilded him, like a god. He arched his eyebrows and looked at Yu Xia. After staring for a few seconds, he seemed to have decided something, and said slowly: "Brother Yu, the worldly view is too vulgar, and I am too picky, so I did the opposite, and then I..."
Yu Xia looked at it funny and patted his forehead, "Speak humanly."
Lin Yanshu: "I like you."
*
Yuxia hugged the thin young man in front of her and whispered in his ear: "Lin Yanshu, I don't hate you or blame you, because it's not you who is at fault, and I won't blame you just because she is your mother, just like you, so trust me more and you don't have to avoid me, do you understand?"
Lin Yanshu replied with a cry: "Okay."
*
Their relationship didn't have many twists and turns. Both of them were very sensible, but they still couldn't escape the twists and turns of fate.
Intention: to be able to finish writing a book