Yan Xiaoyu just told the story of her childhood in detail.
The evening breeze blew through her hair, and she smiled happily with stars in her eyes.
Yan Xiaoyu: "Why don't you speak?"
Wu Ming looked into her eyes: "I was wondering... If this persimmon smells like milk."
Yan Xiaoyu laughed out loud.
Wu Ming continued to get closer: "Idiot"
Yan Xiaoyu retracted her smile: "Who are you scolding?"
Wu Ming lay on the grass as if nothing had happened and said lazily: "Beauty."
Cicadas chirped on the branches, and a few dogs barked in the distance.
Yan Xiaoyu: "If you compare me to something, what do I look like?"
Wu Ming's deep voice said calmly: "Drugs"
Yan Xiaoyu: "Cherish life and stay away from drugs?"
Wu Ming: "What I'm saying is that once exposed, it's extremely easy to become addicted."
Yan Xiaoyu: "…………"
For Wu Ming, Yan Xiaoyu was a drug he couldn't quit. After four years of separation, he missed her for four years.
If you come into contact again, you will only be more addicted than the last time.
Determination: If you have kindness, you must repay it, and if you have hatred, you must avenge it. It is not that you will not retaliate because the time has not yet come.