I Only Love You In The Whole Wide World

"Parents, I'm back." After years of sculpting, the handsome face is more calm and charming.

The magnetic sound is like a cello.

"Why did you come back so late?" Xia Changyue stepped up worriedly, reached out and touched his somewhat cold arm. As soon as he approached him, he smelled the smoke on his body and frowned.

The body temperature is so cold, and it is still smelling of smoke. He is standing outside again and blowing?

When tortured yourself so much, when is it a head?

"San'er, if you really miss her..."

As soon as Xia Changyue was about to speak, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yan Shuhan put Yi Xiaoling in his arms, and he was still holding Yan Xiaobao, who was less than one year old, who was just a toddler.

The little guy has an exquisite and handsome face, his eyebrows are not fully opened, the corners of his eyes and the brows already show the cleverness of his parents, and he looks like a villain.

As soon as I got off the stairs, Big Eyes slid between Yan Chengchi and Xia Changyue.

Finally, he broke free of his father's hand, took a small staggering step, crossed Yan Chengchi, and plunged into Xia Changyue's arms.

Yan Chengchi's face turned black immediately...

I just raised my son and married a wife, and another grandson snatched his wife from him...

This year, he became both a grandfather and a grandfather.

But the former grandson, the latter is a grandson, they are all brought along!

Where is the double happiness?

They are all here to collect debts!

"Can't control myself smoking?" Yan Shuhan let go of Yi Xiaoling, walked up to Yang Shuchen's front, and asked in a low voice.

"..." Yang Shuchen moved his eyebrows and did not answer.

"I don't want my mother to worry about it, so I quickly went upstairs and changed my clothes." Yan Shuhan said, Yang Shuchen nodded towards him, crossed him, and went straight upstairs.

Closing the door, his tall body leaned against the door panel wearily.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, trying to take out a cigarette, but remembered that he had just finished smoking.

Soon, I walked to the cabinet, took a box of new ones from it, and walked to the balcony to light it.

The extinguished fire light illuminates his gloomy face.

The green smoke curled up, outlining a strong sense of loneliness.

Three years.

What he fears most is the lively scenes during the festival.

Without a job, he didn't know what else could be done to stop the constant fermentation in his chest, thinking about her.

Standing in the crowd will only make him feel more lonely...

Only the cigarette in his hand can give him a little comfort.

I can still hear her laughing and scolding...

She looked sly when she first saw it.

He dragged him to pretend that he knew Jiang Dongjin and broke into his world unpreparedly...

Later, she took off her protective coat, but she was an extremely insecure child, obsessed with finding her family.

And he, from the beginning, was not the one she was willing to consider.

"Yang Shuchen, you rascal!"

"I won't cook for you if I die..."

"Yang Shuchen, that's my bed..."

As time goes by, the most uncomfortable thing is not that you have never gotten it, but that you once had, and you have lost it before you cherish it.

He was afraid to check her whereabouts.

Afraid of not finding, more afraid of finding.

I can’t forget, but I am not qualified to hurt...

Perhaps this is the ending between them, if you miss it, you will never go back.

Yang Shuchen extinguished the smoke on the guardrail, raised his head and looked into the distance, muttering a name in a low voice: "Guan Yunian..."