Kiss You, Sweetheart

She just took out a T-shirt and jeans, put on her long hair, opened the door and went downstairs.

Facing the door, bochayan's room was closed. Like his people, there was a kind of unspeakable coldness.

Before, after eating a bowl of dumplings, the guy became enigmatic. Let him harass her like Bo en's own fantasy.

This man is always so invisible.

But isn't it the best way to make peace?

Bo en was silent for a moment at the door of the room, turned and walked towards the stairs.

Song Lifang was arranging flowers in the garden. Bo Kun was reading a book. He occasionally raised his eyes and made a little comment on Song Lifang's arrangement. So song Lifang repaired it.

Bo en en holding a box of milk, warm eyes looking at the old couple, gray hair, but also so love, really envy others.

Young youth, also had a fantasy and someone, can be together in the sun, sitting rocking chair, slowly aging. In each other's eyes, only each other.

Later, after the world, I realized that the most simple years, will have a simple willing. But reality is always mixed with a lot of complexity.

Two people, not love each other, can always be together.

When I was young, it would become a joke after years of tossing and turning.

Bo en gently sucked his nose, forcing the tears in his eyes back. She drank the last milk, threw the box into the trash and went to the garden to say hello to her grandparents.

Her youthful and beautiful appearance makes song Lifang like it from the bottom of her heart. Between her eyebrows and eyes, there is a thin Xiang outline. If her eldest son is still there, he is also a very handsome man.

Song Lifang is sentimental.

She looked at Bo en and said, "en en, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"If you don't sleep any more, you'll get fat." Bo en chuckles.

Song Lifang didn't say much. She put the last rose into the vase and turned the vase to show her: "en en, you see, grandma's flowers are not beautiful."

"It's beautiful. Grandma is so clever." Bo en en's mouth, smeared honey, "if I come to insert, I don't know what kind of mess."

Praised by others, song Lifang smiles, but looks at Bo Kun: "your grandfather says it's not good-looking."

Her that eye, like a little girl, let Bo en see small Zheng for a while. If a woman is old enough to show her little daughter's attitude in front of her husband, she is really happy.

How many women dream of this kind of attitude that they will always be husbands with middle and small daughters.

Bo en said with a smile, "that's because my grandfather doesn't know how to appreciate it."

"Yes, well, you're right." Song Lifang echoed.

Bo Kun pushed the presbyopia glasses, stood up with the book and said, "come on, I'll go back to my study. If I don't go, I'll be the object of criticism for you two grandmothers and grandsons."

Bo Kun's lovely appearance made Bo en feel the warmth of home. She sat down on a stool and said to song Lifang, "in fact, my grandfather has a lot of vision."

"Well?" Song Lifang slightly frowned, "little girl, you are amusing me, the flowers I inserted are really not good-looking?"

"Grandma, I mean, he married you because he had eyes."