The little fat boy came close to him, his eyes fixed on him, as if he wanted to look into his heart.
Yan Jiyuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, unable to avoid it, tears rolled down his eyes: "I, I don't want you to leave."
I know that heaven is cruel.
However, I really want to hold on to this only remaining warmth in my life.
I know we will meet again in the future, but I only want it now.
Xiaoyuan and Dayuan really don’t look alike, but the fish love them so much.
well!
None of them can live without me. Fish are really busy people.
The little fat boy thought so as he squeezed himself into his father's arms.
But now the little father is only four years old and the child is chubby.
Yan Jiyuan couldn't hold the whole thing, but he still carefully picked up every bit of flesh that was squeezed open.
They have an aura that no one else can ever intrude upon, like a pair of lotus flowers.
In this world, the little fat boy never left. He grew up with Yan Jiyuan, but the power of time did not show on the little fat boy at all - he was still short and fat.
On the day Emperor Mingxi ascended the throne, he was carrying his son, who wanted to be in the spotlight, on his head, and he made a fool of himself amid his laughter and shouting.
But there was always a faint smile on Yan Jiyuan's lips, and he looked happier than anyone else.
The little fat boy turned over and flattened a large patch of flowers.
He opened his eyes and looked at his father, who had a smile on his face even in his sleep. He pouted and drooled on his face.
The fat baby also picked many flowers and put them in the emperor's hair.
Emperor Mingxi, who was awakened by his son, stood up with flowers all over his head and holding the chubby baby in his arms.
"Father, I had a very beautiful dream."
"oh?"
The little fat boy covered his mouth, his eyes rolling around: "A great hero saves the poor little beauty."
“That’s pretty impressive.”
"The little beauty is very beautiful, even more beautiful than you!"
The emperor slowly took off the flowers from his hair, raised his eyes with a smile and said, "How does it compare to Your Highness?"
The little fat boy didn't think for a second: "Equally matched!" He can even use idioms.
The emperor raised his eyebrows, held him and walked away, occasionally echoing a few words, but his steps were extremely brisk.
I also think that it was a beautiful dream.
The warm scent of peach blossoms makes my eyes intoxicated, and the sunset at the spring island ties my dreams together.
Very good.
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