Little Yuzu is seventeen or eighteen years old...Is that what she looks like?

Qiao Sinian drank another big sip of water, and the cool water flowed into his heart, and the limbs and bones were filled with chills.

During this period, he often dreamed of this little girl, sometimes she was seventeen or eighteen years old, sometimes she was a little older, like ten years old, and every dream was very jumping, leaving him with no trace.

He didn't know if it was the little Yuzi who grew up. In his dream, he was very strict with this girl, just like the dream he just thought he was making trouble when he thought about it.

After she ran out of the door, the dream was cut off, and he didn't know if he had chased her home later.

The little girl's temper is quite similar to Ye Jiaqi. She likes to talk back to him and likes to say a lot of unreasonable words.

He didn't know how he had these strange dreams, and he didn't know why he dreamed of the little girl... because he wanted to see Xiao Yuzi?

Qiao Sinian rubbed her temples, but her head was still hurting.

There is no consciousness on your wrist, and it is easy to numb your nerves on such a deep night.

When he woke up from his dream, he no longer had sleepiness.

He stood up, pulled a book out of the bookshelf, and opened it.

There was a photo in the book, a wrinkled photo. In the photo, Ye Jiaqi was smiling happily, and the platycodon flowers in her hand were dazzling, and he was standing beside her.

He looked at the photo and saw a heavy luster in his eyes, just like the sky outside, deep and far, with no end.

His eyes stared at the photo without looking away.

The photo was seen by him accidentally at the lost property claiming office when he went to the community where she lived. He went to claim it, and of course the property would give it to him without hesitation.

The photo was wrinkled when she got it, probably because she threw it away.

Indeed, it is not worth cherishing.

Qiao Sinian gently pinched the photo with his distinctive knuckles and kept watching.

On such a night, it was very quiet everywhere. He stood in front of the bookshelf, and his slender shadow fell quietly on the floor, lonely and lonely.

I don’t know how long it took before he put the photo back into the book, turned around, and walked towards the balcony.

He poured himself another glass of red wine.

Qiao Sinian took a look at the time. It was only half past the night, and this long silent night.

Fortunately, he has become accustomed to this, not like this in a day or two.

He simply took the notebook and put it on his legs, and while drinking, he quietly modified the documents.

The dark blue light on the computer screen shone on his face, making his clearly contoured face more deep and dull.

He was originally a person who was focused on his work, but now he couldn't concentrate. He looked like a little grapefruit from time to time.

The soft little guy reached out to him and smiled at him.

Qiao Sinian has never forgotten the feeling of him holding the little grapefruit. It feels very wonderful, like an electric current hitting the center.

The little guy liked to lie on his chest and on his shoulders, his hands were very soft.

Qiao Sinian's hand typing on the keyboard stopped.

These thoughts tangled his brain and made him unable to work.

He simply lit another cigarette and immersed himself in the breath of cigarette nicotine.

In the long night, thoughts are like endless spring grass, spreading under the spring breeze until the mountains and fields are everywhere.
Chapter completed!