Gu Zhinan opened his eyes and looked at the dim space. There were waves of rubbing from his palm, as if he was writing something.

"Good night, Gu Manzi."

There were probably a few words, Gu Zhinan could guess it completely. He smiled and the only night light was turned off at the request of the little landlord.

It’s not that she is brave, but that Gu Zhinan is.

So tonight's good night whispers became words that were passed on to the palm of your hand.

Xia Ange wrote a lot of words, and the words of the palm of her hand were stroking between her fingers, and she was enjoying it.

Gu Zhinan was guessing one by one, starting from the summer wind, passing through love songs, one by one, from the barbarian in her cognition, to the word "home" she wrote, and at the end, just when Gu Zhinan thought she was asleep, the touch came from her palm again, and she wrote every stroke and stroke seriously, writing very slowly but expressing her stubbornness.

When Gu Zhinan turned his head, she had finished writing, leaving only the warmth of her palm, which was the traces of the little landlord's fingertips.

Complex but not complicated, is the end point they all hope.

Listening to the sound of breathing gradually calmly, Gu Zhinan smiled at the corner of his mouth. The calligrapher was tired of writing and fell asleep, but the hand holding his palm was still tightly held.

The little landlord fell asleep, but Gu Zhinan couldn't sleep. She didn't like the "Lanting Preface" she wrote, as if she had a strong sense of Gu Zhinan's breath, probably she was the closest person in this world.

He already believed in himself very much, and Gu Zhinan no longer used his so-called plug-in plug-in plug-in now. He used fragmented memories to piece them together little by little, and did not force himself to recall them, but now it seems that he can no longer help.

From the first time I started at the Primary Color Studio, I was overdrawing my ability to use a lot of my ability to use. Now I can’t help but have the ability to decide, just like the countdown, but the time interval is getting shorter and the feeling is different every time. The so-called Yuan of the little landlord is probably what Gu Zhinan thinks is trance.

Just as he was thinking this, the side of his body was warm and Gu Zhinan was stunned for a moment. The little landlord pillowed on his arm, grabbed his other hand and placed it on her waist, buried his head beside him, still sleeping soundly, and breathing steadily, but Gu Zhinan suddenly lost all his thoughts.

He looked at Xia Xiaoxi, who was sleeping soundly on the other side, and suddenly smiled.

On the morning of drizzling, the breeze blew into the window, blew open the curtains and brushed Xia Xiaoxi's eyes. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, feeling a little chill. Subconsciously, Xia's mother did not shout out because she saw the man and woman sleeping in embrace each other on the other side of the bed.

Xia Ange curled up in Gu Zhinan's arms, his messy hair was stuck on his face in disorder, but it looked even more charming. Xia Xiaoxi didn't know what charm was, and the definition of beauty was what Xia's mother often said.

In the future, if you can get seventy percent of your sister Ange's appearance, then Mother Xia will really burn the incense!

So, being as beautiful as Sister Ange is just beautiful!

Xia Xiaoxi moved her body and squeezed into the quilt, not squeezing between the two people, because they were hugging each other closely, she just hugged her sister's thin willow waist and was also close to the warmth.

But Xia Xiaoxi really feels that it is not as comfortable as he hugged in front of him and is not soft.

The morning breeze gradually became stronger and the curtains were blown away. Gu Zhinan also opened his eyes. The new sun was born, the curtains blown by the wind and the sun shining at the end of the bed.

besides.

There are also the sleeping little landlords beside them and the stream that squeezed over to hold the little landlord at some point. They slept soundly, as if they were a complete future.

A family of three in a dream scene.

This scene made Gu Zhinan stunned for a long time. He had dreamed of it, but he really dreamed of it.

It turns out that he is not afraid of the future, but a future without this scene!

Gu Zhinan rubbed his eye sockets, and his thoughts were pulled back as soon as they flew away and were filled with a soft spring breeze.

“Good morning~”

The voice was lazy and hoarse, but it carried the most moving magic in the world. Gu Zhinan turned his head and faced a pair of charming peach blossom eyes that were not very suitable for the dazzling sun. But she still tried to open her eyes wide, just to see the first time she saw this morning, which was a handsome and handsome face.

Wherever the eyes reach, there is joy.

Gu Zhinan smiled. He leaned against the head of the bed, reached out to rub the little landlord's head. She took a deep breath and shrank her body a little lazy. It was obvious that she slept well this time.

"Good morning, landlord."
Chapter completed!