Youyou knew that every time his father didn't let him see it, he must be kissing his mother.
Kissing is the sweetest thing. He guessed that his mother would be embarrassed, so he was obedient and never moved, and stayed by his father's side, smiling secretly with his little hands over his mouth.
But today is different, he has to be obedient once.
Youyou pulled out a mobile phone that was too big for him from the pocket of his clothes, switched the camera to taking selfies, carefully took a few steps out of his father's palm, adjusted the best angle, and put his chubby cheeks on his face. The pictures of parents kissing and kissing in the back were framed together on the screen, and many pictures were taken without a sound.
After the filming is not finished, he still has to check.
Youyou lowered her head and clicked on the photo album on her mobile phone, like a little dragon cub guarding the treasures in the cave, counting her achievements with her small paws.
Determined to be super-good-looking and super-perfect, he smiled contentedly with a row of tender little white teeth.
He was going to give his father a birthday present at night, and he could finally fill in the most suitable ending at the back.
"Youyou—" Yan Qing's face turned red, and Huo Yunshen, who was still concerned, gently comforted him a few times on his back, and summoned the little guy back, "Take you to the slide."
Youyou quickly put away her phone and ran to her parents' arms cheering.
Ninghua Middle School and Haicheng No. 4 Middle School don't have such childlike entertainment facilities, but they still exist in the small park nearby. When he was in school, Yan Qing always liked to come here. .
In the three years she was away, he often went there alone to watch, waiting for a figure that would never appear.
There were not many people in the small park in the afternoon. The only people who were old were old people. They were not familiar with popular stars at all. They only thought that the family of three was particularly eye-catching.
The slide has been too old, and the appearance is mottled. Yan Qing looked up and couldn't help but feel astringent.
She shook Huo Yunshen's hand: "Shen Shen, you have to catch me."
Huo Yun rubbed her hair deeply: "Of course."
Yan Qing was also reluctant to play with her son, so she squatted down and patted Youyou on the small shoulder: "Youyou go first."
Youyou took her hand: "I want to skate with my mother."
Sitting here again after so many bumpy years, Yan Qing seemed for a moment to return to the teenager who accompanied Huo Yunshen day and night. She was still a girl under his wing, but the girl had already created a cub for him. cub.
The little cub was hugged by his mother, raised his arms excitedly and cried out, "Dad—we're here—"
Huo Yun squatted down on his knees, opened his arms, and smiled.
Yan Qing hugged Youyou and slid down the long ramp, as if passing through those dusty and painful times, falling back into Huo Yunshen's embrace.
She bumped into the man's beating heart and said softly, "Shen Shen, I'm really back, and I will never be sad again."
Huo Yunshen hugged the big one and the small one hard, and the ending trembled slightly: "Okay."
When she came home in the evening, Yan Qing had ordered a sumptuous dinner for her birthday. She didn't need to do it herself, but she still had a big task. Although she didn't have to be busy with the dishes, she had to make the cake every year.
When Yan Qing was milking the cream in the kitchen, she rubbed a little with her fingertips on Huo Yunshen's lips, wanting to give him a taste.
Huo Yun didn't move, looked at her with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Wife, there is something on your lips. It seems very sweet. You can help me taste it."
Yan Qing pokes him: "I have bad intentions."
Huo Yunshen approached and said "um" as a matter of course: "Wife help me."
Yan Qing pinched his chin unceremoniously, raised her head and kissed him, shared the cream with him, and asked, "Is this enough?"
"not enough."
He no longer condone her indifference, and kissed her directly around his waist, guiding her to lick it off with the tip of his tongue.
It took almost an hour to complete the cake. Yan Qing asked in surprise, "Today, the little greedy cat is so quiet. When he got home, he ran back to his room and didn't even come out?"
When I was making cakes two years ago, Yuyou was in the kitchen, and I couldn't wait to eat the fruit and the cut cake embryos. Tonight is mysterious.
At dinner, Yuyou changed into a very formal little white shirt, with the back of her hand behind her.
Mr. Huo's birthday song is the chorus of the singing queen who is in full swing in the music world and the voice of a child. After blowing the candle, Youyou climbed up on the chair and stood up, and handed the gift box that had been hidden for a long time to Huo Yunshen.
"Dad, this is the first gift."
Yan Qing reacted: "Youyou, you have been upstairs when you came back. Are you busy with this?"
Youyou nodded a little embarrassedly, her big eyes flashed, and she watched her father's reaction excitedly and nervously.
Yan Qing came to Huo Yunshen's side and took off the ribbon with him. There was a delicate and heavy album in the box. When she opened the first page, she couldn't help being stunned.
It's her taking a photo with Shen Shen.
On the patio at home, she smiled and played with flowers and plants, bent down deeply, and brushed her long drooping hair.
What Yanqing had seen was the first photo taken by Youyou after she learned to use her mobile phone to take pictures. She thought it had already been submerged in the huge number of albums of the little guy, but she did not expect it to appear in front of her eyes in such a way.
Below the photo, there is also a heart drawn by Youyou.
He is not very good at writing for the time being, so he uses pictures to express.
Turning back again, each page is a group photo taken by Youyou. There are many moments that Yanqing has never noticed before, which are recorded by his immature hands, and they are neatly pasted into a thick collection.
The penultimate photo is when driving out today. The two hands of the driver and co-pilot are tightly clasped together, one is slender and powerful, the other is slender and soft white, and the rings are warm and glowing in the penetrating sunlight.
last piece…
The only time Yuyou himself is in the mirror.
With a smile on his face, he took the sweetest group photo with his parents who were kissing in the back alley.
Huo Yunshen's hand holding the album became tighter and tighter until he finished flipping it. He fondled it many times, raised his eyes to look at Youyou, and waved to him, "Come here, Youyou."
Youyou immediately climbed off the chair and ran to Dad's leg.
Huo Yunshen picked him up and hugged him, rubbing his little head: "Why is Yuyou so good."
Youyou understood that Dad liked it, and happily replied: "Because Youyou is the son of Mom and Dad—"
He whispered in Huo Yunshen's ear, "Dad, I still have a second gift. I'll give it to you after dinner."
After digesting for a while after the meal, Yuyou really had something to say. His little body was suddenly limp, his acting skills were supernatural, and he rubbed his eyes.
Yan Qing saw through his son's careful thoughts and agreed without a smile.
Youyou thought that her mother didn't know, so she quietly turned her head and winked at her father wisely, and Bai Shengsheng's fingers compared "two".
The second gift is that he is going back to his room, leaving his mother to his father.
Huo Yunshen's heart was wrapped in warmth, standing under the warm light, smiling and nodding to the little guy.
Yan Qing looked at the little secret that the father and son had secretly reached, and the corners of her lips could not stop rising. After watching Youyou enter the room, she glanced at the time and took Huo Yunshen's arm: "Youyou is doing so well, Qingqing cat. Never admit defeat, go, take your husband to the roof."
There is a small platform on the roof of Huo's villa. Yan Qing has already prepared lamps and seats without telling Shen Shen, and put wine on the small coffee table.
It's just that the night wind is flowing, and it is somewhat cold.
Huo Yun pinched the tip of her nose deeply: "Little fool, aren't you afraid of the cold?"
Yan Qing shook her head firmly, but Leng couldn't admit it.
Huo Yun's deep eyes were full of desire, and he kissed her on the lips: "Honey, wait for me."
After two or three minutes, he came up with a few thicker cushions, plus an exaggerated fleece blanket.
Huo Yunshen folded the cushions together, and then led Yan Qing to sit on it, opened the fleece blanket, wrapped it around behind him, and wrapped himself and her in it.
The night sky was clear and quiet, and the wind was cold, but it could no longer penetrate the thickness of the blanket, and he hugged her arms tightly.
Yan Qing huddled in her husband's arms, wrapped in his body temperature, and asked with a smile, "Isn't it really stupid to drag Mr. Huo, who was celebrating his birthday, on the roof to blow the air at night and wrap himself around a blanket to keep warm."
Huo Yunshen's voice was deep and soft: "I like it."
She dragged her voice: "You like what I do, no principle—"
"Yes," Mr. Huo clarified, "the principle is you."
It's you, everything is a treasure of happiness.
Yan Qing leaned on his shoulder, counted the seconds silently in her heart, and said to him, "Deep, ten seconds, I'll give you a birthday present."
Huo Yunshen repeatedly kissed her forehead: "You count with me."
ten.
Yan Qing turned her head and looked at him under the moonlight.
Eight.
She couldn't help but feel the warmth in her heart and lightly touched his lips.
five.
The fleece wrapped her tightly around him, the warmth blended together, and the lips and tongues were intimate and tender.
three.
He murmured in a hoarse voice, "Qingqing, in this lifetime, you are my best gift."
After the last second counted, not far away, the light rushed into the night sky, and fireworks burst into the sky like ink.
Huo Yunshen's hot hands hugged her with all his might.
The fireworks are short-lived.
The starry sky is far away.
And I love you, warm and bright, never cool, even when life stops.
THE END
Chuan Lan
The author has something to say: The full text is over! ! !
There have always been Baobao asking about the situation of physical publishing. Let me give a unified answer. This book has been signed and published as early as the beginning of the article. It should be put into production soon. Lannn
The next book is to write "Indulgence", the next book should be "Can You Raise Me" or "I Want to Contaminate You"~