After wishing the old man death, Liang Xu stepped forward and used an umbrella to cover Zhu Ping'an, regardless of whether his clothes were wet by the heavy rain. He squatted down and wiped her face bit by bit with a clean handkerchief. "Don't be afraid, baby. We will be family members for life from now on."
"Don't lie to me, stay with me all the time. Let's hang ourselves with hooks, and we won't change for a hundred years." Zhu Pingan stopped crying, and stretched out his hand to him timidly but bravely. Liang Xu smiled and solemnly took her hand and shook it gently.
Zhu Pingan always remembers Liang Xu's eyes, so focused and serious. At that moment, she seemed to be wrapped in the love of the world.
For more than ten years in the future, Liang Xu frequently recalled that promise and wondered if he was the only one trapped in it. But he also thought that being able to grow up with her was a rare blessing. After all, he had always been very unlucky.
Zhu Ping'an was named after Liang Xu.
I wish you peace, peace and prosperity.
Intention: We will all become better people and love each other more bravely.