For the children of Xianming Mountain, adults are their closest relatives.
She doesn't have to do anything, as long as the children of Xianmingshan think of adults, their hearts will be very warm.
Di Zhao looked at the child, "Come here."
The child hesitated, hugged the vase in his arms and walked towards Di Zhao.
The man with silver hair and red eyes stretched out his hand to the child: "I'll give it to her for you."
The child was hesitant and did not want to give the vase to Di Zhao.
but……
He pursed his lips, everyone else was afraid of him, and so was he.
Should he pass it on to an adult?
The child turned to look at the closed courtyard door, and then slowly handed the vase to Di Zhao.
Di Zhao lowered his eyes and took it.
Before leaving, the child added: "Please be sure to tell the adults, Yuan Sang likes the adults very much, and I hope the adults have a happy birthday."
Di Zhao pursed his lips and looked down at the beautiful peach blossoms in the vase.
He felt a little uncomfortable.
The child in front of him looked at him eagerly, he finally nodded, and the child left.
Di Zhao looked at the mountains of gifts on the stone table again, and immediately got up and walked into the courtyard with the vase in his arms.
Feng Qian lay on the bed, staring at the top of his head in a daze.
After Di Zhao came in, she sat up and her eyes fell on the vase in his hand.
A very simple white porcelain vase with a delicate and beautiful peach blossom inserted in it.
Feng Qian tilted her head, and the fragments had not sent her flowers yet.
Di Zhao walked to the bed and sat down.
Feng Qian leaned over and took the vase in the other's hand.
The girl raised her eyebrows: "Is it for me?"
Di Zhao did not say a word.
Feng Qian's fingertips touched the peach blossoms that were still stained with the early morning dew, "It's very beautiful."
Di Zhao's eyes became dim.
"Does the adult like it?"
Feng Qian didn't notice Di Zhao's expression, the girl nodded while holding the vase, "I like it."
Di Zhao's face darkened again, inexplicably a little aggrieved, like being left out.
Di Zhao hadn't called her an adult for a long time, and Feng Qian realized that something was wrong.
She looked up.
The silver-haired and red-eyed beauty looked resentful, Feng Qian guessed, "Didn't you send it?"
"no."
Feng Qian felt back pain.
She put the vase on the ground with a serious face: "It looks good, but it's not as good-looking as Ah Zhao."
The sight of the person in front of him was dim and unclear, and finally he lowered his head and embraced Feng Qian's waist.
"My lord, I have only you."
"Um."
Feng Qian raised his hand and touched Di Zhao's head.
Suddenly, like a child, she felt a little uncomfortable.
The girl's tone was serious: "I only have A Zhao."
Di Zhao's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't speak.
The grown-up is a little liar.
She has many people, and everyone in Xianming Mountain loves her very much.
And he is different.
Apart from Feng Qian, there is no one else.
It is like the last light in the darkness, which makes people not want to let go, and are willing to pursue it for the rest of their lives.
"Shallow..."
"Um."
"Why... so many people, you chose me?"
Feng Qian was slightly stunned, "What to choose?"
Di Zhao put it another way, "Why does Qianqian like me?"
The wind paused.
Why do you like it?
Probably because he likes it.
For the first time, Feng Qian seriously said a love sentence: "I just like you, there is no reason."
Di Zhao's eyes slightly curved, "Qianqian is easy to perfunctory."
Even so, Di Zhao was satisfied.
Feng Qian wondered, where did she perfunctory?
Di Zhao's mood improved, he took out a painting.
Feng Qian looked at it.
This painting is weird, it's all stick figures.
Di Zhao: "Which pose does Qianqian like?"
Feng Qian: "..."
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