[The squeamish baby shou vs. The cold and ascetic father's bamboo horse attack]
Xiao Yanyi was only three months old when she first saw him, nestling like a little dough ball in her mother's arms. Perhaps due to fate or destiny, the two people, who are obviously several years apart, are very close to each other.
The boy with an upright posture and exquisite face was sent to school holding the hand of a handsome young man. Bo Yanlu frowned and pursed his thin lips.
The teenagers who have just gone through the high school entrance examination after the onset of puberty rolled up their trouser legs and came to report wearing what they thought was the most fashionable clothes. Nondescript is very eye-catching.
Bo Yanlu looked at this group of "fashionable" humans, then looked down at his baby, who was as fresh and refined as a little white poplar, and asked tremblingly
"Yan Bao, you won't do this, right?"
Later, the noble and introverted boy grew up into a mature and steady man, and the naive and soft child also became a well-known painter.
The handsome man knelt down on one knee and told his inner secret: "I like you."
The little painter covered his mouth, his eyes filled with stars.
The ignorant emotions began to change from family affection, and the hidden emotions began to be revealed. For Bo Yanlu, Yan Yi was the brother next door who he raised since childhood, and later became the treasure in his arms.
The most romantic thing is that things in the world are fickle and unpredictable, but I am always by your side.
Growing up with you, the pace is slow, if you don't like it, you can just bring it up, it's okay
Intention: sweet, sweet, sweet