Many years later, we were not the ones standing at the wedding. I looked at you, one on the stage and the other off the stage. I saw your mouth when the officiant asked if you were willing, and I was willing too.
We said that if we adopted a child, his nickname would be Yu Qiao, and I did.
——Wen Chenyu
After a long time, a child bumped into Gu Yuanqiao on the street: "Whose child is it?"
"Run slower!" A voice that was so familiar that he could no longer be familiar with it. Gu Yuanqiao suddenly raised his head and saw Wen Chenyu's soft eyes.
"Yu Qiao, call me uncle." Wen Chenyu touched the child's head.
Gu Yuanqiao looked at the child in front of him who was frozen in place. When he came to his senses, the two of them had already walked away.
Intention: I hope you are happy, even if you are not with me
