Sweet Nothings

Pomelo knows that every time his father does not let him look like this, he must be a mother.

Kissing is the sweetest thing. He guessed that my mother would be embarrassed, so she was very good and never moved, staying with her father honestly, a pair of small hands secretly laughing with her mouth covered.

But today is different, he has to obey once.

Pomelo pulled out a phone that was a bit big for him from his pocket, changed the camera to a selfie, and carefully moved a few steps out of the palm of his father's palm, adjusted the best angle, and put his own fluttering face and Behind the scenes of intimate kisses of parents and parents framed on the screen together, many photos were taken in a row without a sound.

After the filming is over, he still has to check.

Pomelo hung her small head to open the mobile phone album, like the little dragon cub guarding the treasures of the cave, taking small paws to count their achievements.

Determined to be super nice and super perfect, he smiled with satisfaction a row of tender white teeth.

The birthday gift he wants to give his father at night can finally be filled with the most appropriate ending.

"Pomelo--" Yan Qing's face was red, and Huo Yunshen, who was still worried about it, gently calmed down a few times and summoned the little guy back, "Take you to the slide."

Pomelo quickly put away his phone and cheered into his parents' arms.

Ninghua Middle School and Haicheng No. 4 Middle School do not have such innocent entertainment facilities, but the small park nearby is still there. When I used to go to school, Yan Qing always loved to come here, slide down from a high position, and greet him against the wind .

In the three years when she was away, he often went there alone, waiting for a figure that would never appear.

There are not many people in the small park in the afternoon, and the only old people are old. They are not familiar with the popular stars. I just think that this family of three is particularly eye-catching and takes a look at it. No one went to watch the candid photos.

The slide was too long, and the appearance was already mottled. Yan Qing looked up and couldn't help her eyes becoming astringent.

She shook Huo Yunshen's hand: "Deep, you want to catch me."

Huo Yun deeply rubbed her hair: "Of course."

Yan Qing was also reluctant to snatch with her son, squatted down and patted the small shoulder of pomelo: "Pomelo goes first."

Pomelo took her hand: "I want to slide with my mother."

After so many rough years, I sat here again. When Yan Qing seemed to be back to the boy who accompanied Huo Yunshen, she was still protected by him under the wings, but the girl had already made a cub for him Cub.

The little cub was hugged by her mother and raised her small arm excitedly and screamed: "Daddy-here we come -"

Huo Yun squatted down on his knees, opened his arms, and smiled with his lips bent.

Yan Qing hugged the pomelo and slid down the long ramp, just like passing through those dusty painful times and falling back into Huo Yunshen's arms again.

She hit the man's beating heart and said softly, "Deeply, I really came back, and I will never be sad again."

Huo Yunshen squeezed the big one and the small one hard, the tail trembling slightly: "Okay."

Back home in the evening, Yan Qingqing’s rich dinner was selected by Yan Qing in advance. She didn’t need to do it herself, but she still had a big task. Although the dishes didn’t need to be busy, the cake had to be hand-made every year.

When Yan Qing squeezed cream in the kitchen, she rubbed a little bit on Huo Yun's deep lips with her fingertips, trying to give him a taste.

Huo Yun didn't move, looked at her with a smile, whispered, "Wife, something is on your lips, it seems to be very sweet, you help me taste it."

Yan Qing poked him: "I have a bad heart."

Huo Yunshen approached, and of course "huh": "My wife helps me."

Yan Qing squeezed his chin in a polite way, raised his head to kiss, shared the cream with him, and asked, knowingly, "Is this enough?"

"not enough."

He no longer indulged her in a light taste, and kissed directly around her waist, guiding her to lick the tip of her tongue.

After the cake was made for an hour, it was counted. Yan Qing asked in surprise: "Today, Greedy Cat is so quiet. When he arrived home, he ran back to his room, but he didn't even come out?"

When making cakes two years ago, pomelo was spinning around in the kitchen, and could not wait to eat fruit and cut off the cake embryo. Tonight it was a mystery.

At dinner, Pomelo changed into a special formal white shirt and came down with his hands behind his back.

Mr. Huo’s birthday song is the chorus of today’s music scene and the children’s voice of Tian Lai. After blowing the candle, Pomelo climbed up to the chair and stood up, handing the gift box hidden for half a day to Huo Yunshen.

"Dad, this is the first gift."

Yan Qing reacted: "Youyou, have you been upstairs since you came back, are you busy with this?"

Pomelo nodded a little embarrassedly, his big eyes flickered, watching his father's reaction excitedly and nervously.

Yan Qing was next to Huo Yunshen and took apart the ribbon with him. A delicate and heavy photo album was placed in the box. Turning the first page, she couldn't help but stunned.

It's a deep photo of her.

On the terrace at home, she smiled and played with flowers and plants, bent down deeply, and set her apart her long hair.

What Yan Qing has seen is the first photo taken by Yuzu after learning to take pictures with her mobile phone. She thought that she had been drowned in a huge album of little guys. She didn't expect to appear in this way in front of her.

Below the photo, there is also a heart painted by pomelo.

He doesn't know how to write for the time being, so he uses pictures to express.

Turning back, each page is a group photo of pomelo shots. There are many moments that even Yan Qing has never noticed. They were recorded by his young hands, and they are posted in a thick collection.

The penultimate picture is that when driving out of the car today, the two hands of the co-driver were tightly locked together, one slender and powerful, the other slender and soft white, and the ring glowed warmly in the sun.

last piece……

Pomelo himself only appeared in the mirror.

He smiled with a small face, and took the sweetest photo with the parents who kissed at the back of the alley.

Huo Yun held his hands tighter and deeper until he finished turning, he caressed many times lovingly, raised his eyes to pomelo, and waved at him: "Pomelo is coming."

Pomelo 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 pomelo so good."

Youyou understands what Dad likes, and Zizi replied: "Because Youyou is the son of Mom and Dad--"

He whispered in Huo Yunshen's ear: "Dad, I still have a second gift, and I will give it to you when I finish eating."

After digesting for a while after the meal, the pomelo really had something to say. His small body suddenly squatted softly. His acting skills rubbed his eyes supernaturally. He said: "Mom, I am sleepy, go upstairs and go to bed."

Yan Qing saw through his son's careful thinking and agreed with a smile.

Youyou thought that her mother didn't know, quietly turned her head back and blinked wisely towards her father. Bai Shengsheng's finger was like a "two".

The second gift was that he was going back to the room, leaving his mother to his father.

Huo Yunshen's heart was wrapped in warm tide, standing under the warm light, nodded to the little guy with a smile.

Yan Qing looked at the little secret secretly reached by her father and son, so sweet that she couldn't stop her lips from rising, and after watching the pomelo enter the room, she glanced at the time and held Huo Yunshen's arm: "You pomelo behaves so well, Qing Qing cat Never admit defeat, go, take her husband to the roof."

There is a small platform on the roof of Huozhai Villa. Yan Qing has already prepared the lamp and the seat deeply, and the small coffee table put wine.

It's just that the night breeze flows, and it's somewhat cold.

Huo Yun deeply squeezed her nose: "Little fool, are you afraid of the cold?"

Yan Qing shook his head firmly, and Leng could not admit it.

Huo Yun's eyes were deep and thick, and she kissed on her lips: "Good, wait for me."

Two or three minutes later, he came up with a few thick thick cushions, plus a blanket that was exaggerated enough.

Huo Yunshen folded the cushions together, then took Yan Qing to sit on it, opened the fleece blanket, wrapped around him, and wrapped himself in her.

The night sky was clear and quiet, black, and the wind was cold, but he could no longer penetrate the thickness of the blanket, and he hugged her arms tightly.

Yan Qing shrank in her husband's arms, wrapped in his body temperature, and smiled and asked: "Is it particularly silly to pull Mr. Huo, who had his birthday, up to the roof to blow the air around the blanket to warm up at night."

Huo Yun's voice was deep and soft: "Like."

She lengthened her voice: "You like everything I do, there is no principle--"

"Yes," Huo clarified, "The principle is you."

It's you, everything is a treasure like happiness.

Yan Qing leaned on his shoulder and counted seconds silently in his heart, and said to him: "Deep, ten seconds, give you a birthday present."

Huo Yunshen lightly kissed her forehead repeatedly: "You count with me."

ten.

Yan Qing turned his head and looked at him in the moonlight.

Eight.

She couldn't help the warmth of her heart and touched his lips lightly.

Fives.

The blanket felt her tightly around him, the temperature blended, and her lips and lips touched intimately and tenderly.

three.

He murmured dumbly: "Qing Qing, in this life, you are my best gift."

At the end of the last second, a few moments later, there were countless lights rushing into the night sky, and fireworks spread out on the ink-like sky.

Huo Yun's hot hands held her with all her strength.

Fireworks are short.

The stars are far away.

And I love you, warm and radiant, never cooling, even when the day when life stops.

THE END

Chuan Lan

The author has something to say: The full text is over!!!

I have been asked by the baby about the publication of the entity before, and I will answer it in a unified way. This book has been signed for publication as early as the writing. It should be put into production soon, and there will be a new fan. Nn

The next one, write "Indulgence", the next one should be "Can you feed me" or "I want to contaminate you"~