Kiss You, Sweetheart

The taxi stops at a suburban house and Demi pays to get off. She looked at the small room surrounded by wooden bars. The warm yellow light was reflected on the ground from the windows.

Who on earth is miaobao going to bring to see her?

With doubts, Demi pushes open the door of the courtyard and squeaks. In the quiet night, she looks very abrupt.

She was walking on the path in the yard when the door opened. A lot of light came out of the room, shining on her way. The meow Pavilion stood at the door, looking at her with a smile.

In the past six years, her appearance has not changed much except for a little more mature.

Short hair with ears, clean and fashionable.

T-shirt cattle pants, very simple to wear, wrapped her thin body.

"Amy."

"Miaobao." Demi steps over and hugs meow Bao tightly.

No one can take the place of the feeling between them.

They hugged for a while, let go, looked at each other, praised each other, and finally giggled.

"Why not stay in a hotel, here?" Asked Demi.

Meow Bao didn't answer, just said, "come in."

Demi enters the room. The interior is decorated in American style. It looks very luxurious. The crystal lamp was shining in the middle of the room.

"Po, who do you want me to meet? It's so mysterious."

Meow Bao pointed upstairs: "you go up and have a look."

Demi takes a hesitant look at meow Bao, and then goes up the stairs step by step. Meow Bao looked at her figure upstairs, her eyes suddenly filled with a layer of moisture.

She took a deep breath. Amy, I hope the person you meet will bring you surprise, not shock.

When Demi finished going up the stairs, she looked around and saw a room that was empty. There was light coming out. Was the person she wanted to see in that room?

She went over and knocked politely on the door.

In the room, silence.

Demi rang again and said, "Hello, this is Demi."

No one came to open the door, but Demi heard the slow footsteps and moved gently towards the door. Listen to the rhythm of walking, Demi's face, inch by inch. Her hand can't help pressing on her chest, slowly clenching into a fist.

This is

Only a few seconds, but like a lifetime.

The door opened gently, and the light in the room was covered by a tall figure. Demi was covered by the cool figure. She looked up at the person she saw, her eyes moistened.

She opened her lips and wanted to speak, but she didn't say anything.

Tears, so straight drop.

A pair of long arms stretched out and held her in her arms. The deep voice echoed in her ears, full of tenderness: "I'm back, and I'm still crying?"

Yes, he's back, her father, her blood!

***

the night seems endless and long, but also extremely short.

Xueluo stands at the window, smoking quietly. Demi sat on the sofa and looked at him quietly. Nearly a year of separation, prison life makes him more silent than before. On his body, no longer exudes the fierce murderous spirit, but that kind of aloof temperament, has not changed at all.

"How are you doing?" Demi's mood had calmed down a lot, she asked softly.

Xueluo spits out a mouthful of smoke towards the night sky, and his eyes are deep: "this sentence, I should ask you."