"Everyone has gone away, what are you still looking at?" Nangong Yi Qieshen followed my line of sight in confusion.

"Looking at the beauty of love when it's hazy and unpredictable..." I didn't look back, I watched quietly and said quietly

"Huh? Is it beautiful to be unpredictable?" Nangong Yi was even more confused.

"Above Youda, lovers are not satisfied, sweetness upsets, joy is confused... It is when it is veiled, looming, and ambiguous that love is the purest and most beautiful fermentation that expands perception, sour and sweet, and has both.

Certain hesitation, but secretly unstoppable sweetness..." I patiently acted as a love expert and taught Nangong Yi a good lesson.

"Then when did you feel this way about me?"

"We have a flash marriage, we haven't fallen in love at all. How can we be in this stage?" I rolled my eyes at him and walked forward.

"That's right... how about we also come to fall in love?" Nangong Yi followed closely and discussed with great interest.

"Oh, it's an old married couple, what kind of love..." I completely looked like a yellow-faced woman.

Years later, whenever I recalled this episode, I would feel depressed. How could I say such unsentimental words at that time?

But a few years later, Nangong Yi actually told me seriously that this was the most affectionate thing he had ever heard, because I had already admitted in my heart the fact that I was his woman.

The two of them walked hand in hand through a wine shop in the market. Standing at the door was a thin and tall boy, dressed in a white robe. He had strange bones at a young age. He was refined and refined, full of heaven, and he actually felt a bit romantic and unrestrained.

Forgive me for describing a thin boy like this, but that kind of dashing charm is really... as handsome as an immortal.

His bright star-like eyes are as deep as the sea, revealing a maturity and wisdom that belies his age. He is elegant and elegant. But...the reason why this thin little boy caught my attention is...at such a young age, he was drinking alcohol in front of a wine shop.

Those slender green fingers were wildly holding the wine jar to drink. I was speechless and asked the sky, children in this era are so precocious and so different... Parents don't care?

"Little brat, why are you drinking here so early in the morning? Where are your parents?" I pushed his quilt in a bad tone and said fiercely.

"Who are you?" The child put down the wine jar, burped, looked at me with drunken eyes, and his face was slightly red.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are, do you still know it?"

"Hahaha... do you really think I'm drunk?" The boy laughed wildly.

"Would any drunk person admit that he was drunk?" I sneered.

"...Well, hiccup...you are right, what you say makes perfect sense." The child pointed at me and said unsteadily as an adult.

"Your parents don't care about you?" I frowned.

"Do they care about me?" The boy snorted arrogantly.

"Where do you live, we will take you back..."

"No, I'm really not drunk... I have been drinking since I was a child, and I have stopped getting drunk after a thousand drinks... Only after drinking wine can I have inspiration... to write poems..."

"You little brat, what poems are you writing?" I glared, obviously looking very drunk.

"Why not? I have been recognized as a child prodigy since I was a child. I recited Liujia at the age of five, and watched hundreds of schools of thought at the age of ten. A few poems can't trouble me. It just depends on my mood..."
Chapter completed!