Han Yiren, who is one and a half years old, can't speak much and relies entirely on repeating what her parents say.

And he repeated it quite well.

Therefore, Zhiyun often said that Han Yiren was a little parrot.

"Yi Yi, do you want to eat watermelon?" Zhiyun asked the little repeater Xiao Yiren.

"Seven watermelons? Seven, seven."

Xiao Yiren repeated Zhiyun's words, repeating the word "eat" many times.

The pronunciation is unclear and it sounds like the number seven.

Zhiyun said to Xiao Yiren, "I don't eat watermelon. Does Yiyi eat watermelon?"

Xiao Yiren repeated, "Wo Bu Qi Xigua," but paused and then said, "Bao Bei Qi."

Zhiyun was amused and asked, "Does Yiyi love her mother?"

Xiao Yiren said mua to Zhiyun's face, accidentally leaving a saliva mark: "Ai Mama~"

Zhiyun asked again: "Does Yiyi love daddy?"

Xiao Yiren blew a kiss to Han Qingrang. Her movements were not very skillful, but she was so happy: "mua~ love daddy~"

Han Qingrang leaned over and kissed little Yiren's forehead, that kind of love: "Daddy loves you too, Yiyi."

His and Zhizhi's daughter, her only precious daughter.

Xiao Yiren blinked her beautiful eyes and asked, "Daddy loves babies the most, right?"

Han Qingrang raised the corner of his lips: "Dad loves you mom now, then he loves you."

Xiao Yiren didn’t understand what this meant, but in short, her father loved her very much.

But what should I do if she likes her mom the most and then her dad?

It’s too difficult, so I won’t tell Dad.

…

In the boundless sea, cheerful waves dance lightly. That is the smile of the sea, which makes people yearn for it.

In the evening, a red sun slowly descends from the horizon, with only half of it remaining above the horizon.

The half red sun on the horizon dyed the entire sea and sky golden red. When the rosy glow was brilliant, the water and sky merged into one, and the entire earth was covered with rosy glow.

The beach is covered with colorful shells.

The sand under my feet was soft and warm from being baked by the sun. Every step I took was very comfortable.

When the sea breeze blew, the white skirt of Zhiyun was also blown up, and it fluttered and danced gently with the wind.

She gently stood on tiptoe, her toes stepping on the soft sand, taking one step at a time, moving gently with small movements.

The wind blew the silk scarf on her shoulders, and it slipped off her shoulders and rested on her wrist.

She did not pull up the silk scarf that had slipped off, but danced gracefully on the beach in the wind in such a comfortable posture, enjoying the beautiful moment.

She turned slowly in a circle, her wrist was grabbed, and after a spin, she was pulled back and leaned in a broad and warm embrace.

Han Qingrang hugged her from behind, kissed her hair and shoulders, and pulled up the silk scarf that had slipped down in the wind.

Zhiyun turned around and put her arms around his neck: "Han Qingrang, how long have we been married?"

Han Qingrang: "Tomorrow is our eighth wedding anniversary."

Zhiyun: "Since it's our wedding anniversary, what are you going to give me?"

Han Qingrang: "I'll give you a sea of ​​roses."

Zhiyun: "Why not sunflower?"

Han Qingrang: "The sunflower blooms for too short a time."

Yes, the sunflower’s flowering period is too short. Han Qingrang doesn’t like it, and Zhiyun doesn’t like it either.

"What did Zhizhi give me?" Han Qingrang asked for her gift in return.

Zhiyun smiled until her eyelashes curved, and she even started to sing: "I'll take you away, a thousand miles away... Ah, okay, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong."