Later, there was no hot milk, and she grew three centimeters taller.

No one congratulated her birthday, no one kept her New Year.

‘I will have to spend my birthday together every year from now on.’

‘A gift for one year, a gift for one inch of joy.’

The year after she left Siwu, she would never have her birthday again.

Growth is a gift from God, and it is the happiness you should live every year.

So from then on, she suffered many disasters and difficulties every year, and she could not get what she wanted.

Now, Ranbai looked at him, his eyes reflected in heavy snow, the sun, moon and stars, and his smile was voluptuous: "Sir, your child has grown up."

She finally grew up in front of him.

The laughter is full of vocality and nobleness, and is unique in this world.

But he could never see it again.

Now that we meet each other, Mo Chen can only imagine her appearance with sound and touch.

The figure that had been engraved in my heart.

It was his miracle in this life.

It shouldn't be said that he had the honor to accompany her for three years when she was young, and saw her joys, sorrows, and joys with her own eyes, and taught her very well.

Now we meet again, it is already the supreme luck of our life.

Even if you can't see it, you will always live in your heart.

That's enough.

He didn't complain or hate, he gestured at Ranbai's height and said with a smile: "In the eyes of the gentleman, Abai will always be a child."

She is His Highness of the Vampire.

It is the faith of all people.

Born to be an emperor.

But she is just his child.

Never changed.

"That's it..." Ranbai looked at Su Ling in his eyes, his fingertips moved slightly, and finally looked at the heavy snow, curled his lips, and his voice dragged it for a while, "Abai is three and a half years old this year. I wonder if he wants to raise a child?"

"I want." The second he finished Ranbai's speech, his voice almost overlapped, "I want it very much."

Always thinking.

Countless years.

"It seems that sir should try hard to feed Abai with weight."

Ranbai snorted and laughed.

The snow was still falling, the wind stopped, the blood clan sat lazily on the swing shaking, the swing made a creaking sound, and the slender figure stood behind and gently pushed her, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

They had a time.

It's just a while.

A loft carries three years of memory.

If the weather is a little better, the sun will be very good, and it will fall on them through the intertwined branches of peach trees.

Warm.

Bathing in the sun.

Ranbai would paint under the peach tree, and the gentleman would look at her from the side.

If the weather is not good, then look at the heavy rain and dark clouds in the attic and draw a rainy day.

At that time, the gentleman would put on her outer clothes and cook hot tea, afraid that she would catch a cold.

Perhaps it was because I was too lucky at the beginning, but it was unforgettable later.

Treat three years of memories as the rest of your life.

The long journey is coming.

Everything in the attic is as old as before, nothing has changed.

When he was young, his husband coaxed her to sleep. Now, with the white snow, he whispered to her bedtime stories.

"I want to hear the story of Yanzhou."

Ranbai lay on the wooden bed, holding his husband's sleeve with his fingers on his fingers, shaking it in a row, childish, and looking up, you could see the moonlight faintly leaking out of the window, half of his eyes were shining, completely hiding the stars.

Yanzhou is a very beautiful place.

It was Yanzhou where they made an appointment but had never seen it until their death.

——"Will I accompany my husband to Yanzhou in the future?"

--"good."

No one knew at that time, and they couldn't wait for the future.

Their future died on the cold arrow that snowed heavily on the mountain that day, and the people were heartbroken.
Chapter completed!