Chapter 4116 Mr. (4)

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Later, without hot milk, she grew three centimeters taller.

No one congratulated her on her birthday, and no one watched her for the New Year.

'From now on, we will celebrate our birthdays together every year. '

'One year one gift, one inch of joy. '

In the year she walked out of Siwu, she would never celebrate her birthday again.

Growth is a gift from God, every year should be happy.

So from then on, every year she was born, there were many disasters and disasters, and she couldn't get her wish.

Now, Ranbai looked at him, his eyes reflected the heavy snow, the sun, the moon and the stars, and he smiled wantonly: "Sir, your child has grown up."

She finally grew up in front of him.

The voice of laughter is flamboyant, reckless and luxurious, unique in this world.

He could no longer see it.

When they meet each other now, Mo Chen can only imagine her appearance by sound and touch.

The three-inch figure that has been engraved in my heart.

It is the miracle of his life.

It shouldn't be regrettable, he had the honor to accompany her for three years when she was young, saw her emotions, and taught her very well.

To meet again now is already the supreme luck in this life.

Even if you can't see it, it will always live in your heart.

This is enough.

Without resentment or resentment, he gestured to Ran Bai's height, and said with a smile: "In the eyes of Mr., Ah Bai will always be a child."

She is His Royal Highness.

It is the belief of all peoples.

Is born an emperor.

But she is just his child.

never changed.

"That's it..." Ran Bai looked at Su Ling in his eyes, moved his fingertips slightly, and finally looked at the heavy snow, raised his lips, and dragged his voice, lazy and sweet, "Ah Bai is three and a half years old this year. I don’t know if your husband wants to raise a child?”

"I want to." The second his vernacular voice fell, the voices almost overlapped, "I really want to."

been thinking.

Countless years.

"It seems that the master will try his best to fatten up Ah Bai."

Ranbai snorted.

The snow was still falling, and the wind stopped. The blood race sat lazily on the swing and swayed. The swing made a creaking sound, and the slender figure stood behind and gently pushed her, with picturesque eyes.

They had it for a while.

And only for a while.

A loft holds three years of memories.

If the weather is just right, the sun will be very good, passing through the intertwined branches of the peach trees, just falling on them.

Warm.

basking in the sun.

Ranbai would enjoy painting under the peach tree, and her husband would watch her from the side.

If the weather is bad, then look at the heavy rain and dark clouds in the attic, and draw a whole rainy day.

At that time, the husband would put more clothes on her and make hot tea for fear that she would catch a cold.

Maybe it was too lucky at the beginning, and it will be unforgettable later.

Think of three years as the rest of your life.

Long time to cross.

Everything in the attic remains the same, nothing has changed.

When she was young, the husband coaxed her to sleep, and now, accompanied by the white snow, he whispered bedtime stories to her.

"I want to hear the story of Yanzhou."

Ran Bai was lying sideways on the wooden bed, holding her husband's sleeves with her fingers, shaking them one after another, with childish movements, looking up, she could see the faint moonlight leaking out of the window, half of the eyes were illuminated, penetrating the hidden stars.

Yanzhou is a beautiful place.

It was Yanzhou that they had agreed to meet, but they had never met until their death.

——"I will accompany you to Yanzhou later, okay?"

--"it is good."

At that time, no one knew that they couldn't wait for the future.

Their future died on that day when the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and the hearts of all people were killed by the cold arrow.

"You don't need to listen." Mo Chen said firmly, "I will accompany Abai to see Yanzhou."

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