This little girl looked so familiar. She seemed to have appeared somewhere before, time and time again. Her eyebrows, nose, and earlobes were so familiar that they couldn't be more familiar. But he knew that this must be the first time he saw this little girl.

The little girl looked at it for a long time, then suddenly frowned, turned her head and curled her lips and called out to her behind her, "Mom, I know why I'm not as good-looking as you, my dad is too ugly, hum." Li Luo.

Following the little girl's gaze, she saw that the figure behind her was quiet and peaceful, without any ornaments, yet extremely beautiful.

The visitor smiled softly, and the peach blossoms beside him were also drunk. They looked at him quietly, as if thousands of words were flowing slowly across thousands of mountains and rivers. His eyes blurred for a while, and his nails pierced into his palms.

It hurt a lot, but I didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of waking up this dream that was both real and illusory. The man took a few steps forward, gently held the little girl's hand, and walked to him step by step. Li Luo retreated.

He took one step and didn't dare to reach out. If he reached out but failed, his heart would be broken. A complicated look flashed in Cangyang Jiahe's eyes, a little unwilling, but also a little relieved. He chuckled, "Nothing!" Li Luo did not stretch out his hand.

But the person who came reached out and touched his face gently, wiped away the tears that kept coming out no matter how hard he wiped them, and said softly: "Still like a child who hasn't grown up..."... "Sister, why is your last name

Li, where is my surname Li?"

"Don't they all sound the same?" "Oh." She seemed to understand, "Why is my dad crying?" "I don't know, he must be sick." "Yes, I think so." The little girl replied firmly.

She said, deeply agreeing. The older girl was still holding a bunch of candied haws in her hand, and she didn’t know who bought it for her. She looked much older than she did back then, and she had grown up. Even her every move was still full of emotions.

It's childish, weird, they get together less and stay apart more, they all seem to be carved from the same mold.

The little girl raised her head and stared at the candied haws in her sister's hand with salivation. She must have been changing her teeth. She couldn't eat sweet and sour food, so she could only watch her sister devouring it. She bit down a hawthorn, hiss, it was so sour! It was so good.

Every peach blossom forest is full of sour smell.
Chapter completed!