"You are very similar to your father..." Which number is it, I thought helplessly.
Looking at the mediocre appearance reflected in the lake, the corners of his smiling mouth were a little confused. What kind of person is your father? Why do all the important people I can think of have a strange relationship with you?
"Fang'er, do you want to know what kind of person your father is?" Under the moonlight, my mother's unparalleled appearance, with a vague yearning, seemed to be in a trance, as if she were seeing a person who would not offend Xianchen from nine heavens away.
I raised my little face buried deep in the book and shook my head lightly.
The mother smiled lightly, "Fang'er is very similar to him, so I can't catch him either. You will leave me, right?"
Looking at my mother who is like an orchid in an empty valley, I nodded.
The mother smiled charmingly, but with a hint of helplessness, "My Fang'er is just like him..."