The soft lawn surrounded him with the aroma of grass.

He was still a little scared and looked at the stranger's face timidly. The man was very strange. He stuffed the rose in his hand into his arms, gently touched his back, and gently stroked it over and over again. His palm seemed to have a wonderful healing power, and he seemed to be less painful.

Even the wound was warm and itchy, just like the itchy point of the green grass touching the face.

This person is very beautiful. In his still young aesthetic, people who are similar to white sculptures are very beautiful, because my mother always looks at the motionless sculptures with that precious look.

But he is alive, he can laugh, and when he smiles, his deep eyes will turn into two crescent moons.

The sky suddenly became dark and it was so dark. Xiao Xiqing became scared and shrank like a stray cat who had been frightened for many years. But this man hugged him and said softly, don't be afraid, over and over again. His arms were warm, with a gentle smell after the sun was sunny, and it was the source of warmth in the night.

He stretched out a hand and spread his palms in front of the little stray cat.

A tiny starlight lay in his palm, and a dazzling beam of light spread along his palm lines.

"What's this?"

His voice was low and soft, "This is a gift for you, thank you for being born in this world." His fleshy little hand carefully took away the starlight and pinched it between his fingers.

Very bright.

As long as there is a star, it is not pure darkness.

The stars are the debris dropped by the sun.

"This is a first birthday gift for Xiao Xiqing." He spread his palms again, and the palms emitted a light green fluorescent light. A firefly flying freely in the dark night.

Xiao Xiqing stretched out his hand and couldn't catch it, but it didn't fly far away. He flew slowly around his little face, like a lonely small planet floating in the interstellar world.

"Is it still dark?" He hugged Xiao Xiqing.

Xiao Xiqing turned around and looked at his eyes, nodded blankly, "It's a little bit."

"It's still a little dark..." He stretched out another hand, clenched his fist and placed it in front of his little pitiful eyes, "Bang--" He whispered an onomatopoetic word in his ear, his five fingers opened, and a dazzling little firework burst out from his wide hand.

The brilliant sparks shone in those timid pupils, with stars dotted and shining brightly.

"This is a two-year-old gift to Xi Qing." After saying that, he kissed the back of the little head, "Are you still afraid?"

The little clever ghost turned his face and did not answer his question, but asked in a slight voice, "Is there any?"

"Why are you so cute?" His face showed a helpless and doting smile. He wanted to hug him tightly but was afraid of hurting him, "Little bad guy. Close your eyes."

Xiao Xiqing nodded obediently, but quietly left a very small and thin slit, and his eyelashes flashed guiltily. In that small slit, he saw the hands that were holding him together, as if he was holding something empty.

"Open your eyes," he said.

The moment the palm opened, a small butterfly ran out of it. Its wings were covered with light blue phosphorus powder, and it shone faintly in the darkness. He flew and turned around and stopped on the small mole on the tip of Xiao Xiqing's nose.

"This is for you, a three-year-old gift." He hugged his hand from behind and patted his belly, "We Xiqing is three years old."

Before the anxious little clever ghost asked another question, he grabbed the small hand and put his fist-clenched right hand on.

"For you, baby's fourth birthday gift."

Xiao Xiqing spread his palms blankly, waiting for the gift to come.

A soft white flower fell on his tender palm.

"What kind of flower is this?"

The man kissed the baby's head, "Rose. Roses on paper."

"I can stack airplanes with paper." The little guy turned his face and said seriously, "The plane I stacked is the farthest, yes, yes..."

"What can?" He touched his little face.

"You can fly out of my garden, you can fly out." He suddenly sagged his mouth, as if he had something to worry about.

"You can fly out too, I'll take you out." He gently pinched the tip of Xiao Xiqing's chin, "You haven't reached your fifth birthday yet, right? Can we have a fifth birthday together?"

The little guy turned his face, and the little butterfly thumped around his ears, making him feel itchy and he showed doubts on his face.

He picked up the little devil, faced himself, and kissed his face. The little guy was puzzled, "Why do you want to give me a gift?"

He scratched Xiao Xiqing's cute nose.

"Reward you, grow up so bravely." For some reason, the stranger's voice trembled a little, "...waiting for me so bravely."

"Do you want to cry?" The little hand touched his eyes and gently touched his thin eyelids, "Don't cry."

He suddenly laughed, "I didn't cry." He lowered his eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm late, I can only compensate you so much."

"I will always be with you from now on."

after……

Will he be there all the time?

Why did it appear? Why did it appear?

"Who are you?" The little face raised, his pupils shining black.

The stars in the sky seemed to be brighter, and the cool starlight flowed down, leaning on this beautiful face, making his smile shine.

“I was born to love you.”

The dream suddenly collapsed. Once again, Xia Xiqing took a few quick breaths.

He reached out his hand in panic and touched a familiar body temperature. He couldn't tell what it felt. It was too complicated, sad, wronged, panic, fear, and peace of mind that was sinking to the bottom.

The complex emotions mixed together, stirring and turning into cold tears, completing an unconscious sleepwalking on his cheeks, and finally falling into the quilt.

Zhou Ziheng, who was in his dream, felt the person in his arms move and spoke in confusion, "What's wrong?" His arms tightened a little, and he blindly kissed him with his eyes closed. He kissed him several times, suddenly frowned and opened his eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Zhou Ziheng was a little panicked, "Have you had a nightmare?" He patted Xia Xiqing's back one after another.

Xia Xiqing shook her head and got into Zhou Ziheng's warm arms, "It's not a nightmare."

It is a beautiful dream with the aroma of grass and the crumbs of stars.

His chest was tightly pressed against Zhou Ziheng's chest, and his two hearts were close and seamlessly close together.

"fortunately."

Zhou Ziheng didn't understand very well, and put his hand into his clothes, gently rubbed his thin sweaty skin with his fingertips, hugged him and kissed the slightly protruding cartilage on his ears, "Happy what?"

Fortunately, I persevered.

Fortunately, you came to save me, although I was a little late.

But you are still here.

Xia Xiqing, who was nestled on his shoulder, suddenly spoke in a silence, "Can you give me some more birthday gifts?"

Zhou Ziheng touched his back one after another, "What birthday gift?"

"The birthday gift for the first twenty-five years," Xia Xiqing stretched his cold feet to Zhou Ziheng's calves to keep warm. "Twenty-five ones, give me anything, small flowers and grass."

Zhou Ziheng smiled, as if he was amused by Xia Xiqing. He kissed his red lips several times after waking up, "Okay."

Xia Xiqing let go of his hand and looked at Zhou Ziheng with a distance, "Why don't you ask me why?"

Zhou Ziheng smiled, "Do you still need to ask?" He pecked Xia Xiqing's lips, "I'll compensate you."

Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was still dreaming. He reached out and pinched Zhou Ziheng's arm, and heard him take a breath, "It hurts so much."

Not a dream.

He suddenly felt aggrieved and hugged his neck before he wanted to cry.

"Who made you come so late?"

"Yes, it's all up to me, I'm lost halfway." Zhou Ziheng touched the back of his neck.

"Thank you for waiting for me."
Chapter completed!