Girlfriend is Fierce and Cute, Please Respect Yourself

As Lu Qing said, he pushed the box in front of the woman. On the top was a small box the size of a palm. Yin Su could tell at a glance that it was what Lu Qing wanted her to give to Yiyi.

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she could only do this. Instead of betting on what is left, she might as well follow Lu Qing's wishes. The worst case scenario is nothing more than a basket.

"This, I hope you like it..."

"Thank you Aunt Su."

Fang Yiyi took the gift with a "smile". The first feeling after receiving it was that it was light and light, as if a gust of wind could blow away the box in her hand, but Lu Qing didn't think so, and instead took the time to add something.

"You are the most profitable. She said that she will make up for the birthday present she owes you. It must be very meaningful! The weight must be the heaviest!"

"Then can I take it apart and have a look?"

"Don't ask me, it's not from me."

"Su... Aunt?"

"Ah."

With her mother's consent, Fang Yiyi took a deep breath, and slowly opened the box in her hand, for fear that she would panic and be seen by others.

But when she really opened the box, the things in the box still made her hands tremble uncontrollably, and she couldn't believe that this was the so-called "heaviest" gift.

"This is???"

Write poems for you

"Why is Yiyi's gift so "shabby"?Just a piece of paper?Is this what you call weight? "

When Lu Qing "sees clearly" the gift in the box, and teases Yin Su on purpose, Xiaoxi directly probes to see the contents of the piece of paper in Fang Yiyi's hand.

"It's a poem..."

"poetry?"

"Ok!"

Xiaoxi nodded, and when Fang Yiyi was silent, he read the poem on his own initiative in front of everyone:

You abandon everything in your previous life,

To be born an angel with nothing,

Bare butt and poor feet descended beside me.

Like a bud on a tender branch,

The water is lingling towards the sun.

Every day's growth is a harvest,

You gave me a great and responsible title——

mother.

……

I haven't lost my frail wings yet,

Because you become tough all of a sudden.

My tenderness and frailty,

Filled with maternal warmth and love.

You gave me joy and pride,

You gave me fortitude and strength.

I am happy about that,

Thank God for your gift.

……

In this life, I would like to be your boatman to reach the other shore,

If you don't grow up, I won't grow old.

For you to ferry the oars of a lifetime,

Look for the green harbor in your dream.

in the bay,

I want to give you four seasons of spring,

Crown you with a crown of flowers.

submit to you as king,

the king of the city, the king of the kingdom,

The beloved king.

……

I would also like to be the general who fights for you on the battlefield,

If you are not happy, I will not grow old.

For you conquer the moon that every child longs for,

Build a fairytale book house.

in the house,

I want to give you the beauty of my heart,

Fulfill your innocent dreams.

as long as you dream,

I listen to you talk,

Talk to you.

……

Your childish voice learning to speak,

It is the most beautiful music in the world.

the way you toddler,

It is the most beautiful shadow in my eyes.

I hope to bring you warm love,

I hope you can live as pure as poetry,

I hope to watch you grow up in the palm of my hand day by day,

I wish I, as a mother,

Teach you how to fly!

……

After Xiaoxi finished reading, the audience fell silent.

"Here is another sentence, to you who loves me the most in my life... What is this? Well written!"

Xiaoxi sighed sincerely. She could see that this was a poem written by a mother to her daughter, but she didn't know why it was sent by the proprietress in front of her.

The last thing Sister Yiyi wants to mention is anything related to her biological mother. Since the proprietress is Sister Yiyi's elder, she should also know about it. Isn't sending this kind of thing to the wound now?

"Suy! Why are you still standing there? They asked you, what is this?"

"This is a poem that Yin Su wrote casually when he fantasized about the happiness of being a mother when he was just pregnant..."

Faced with Lu Qing's questioning that "it's not a big deal to watch the excitement", Yin Su has no room to escape.

It's just that she didn't expect that this poem that she wrote impromptuly 18 years ago would be memorized by Lu Qing for so long, and now she writes it word for word.

Fang Yiyi even covered her head without saying a word, and there was still a faint sobbing sound.

"Sister Yiyi, are you okay?"

"fine……"

The grievances that I had endured when we first met can now be vented through this poem. The napkins were wet one after another, and Yin Su was "blamed" by Lu Qing for this.

"You said you, how can you complete a birthday gift like this? I thought you gave Yiyi something!"

"..."

"Yiyi, don't think too much, Suy may just want to return your mother's things to you."

"I know, thank you."

As the person involved, Fang Yiyi actually knows better than anyone else how this poem came about, it definitely wasn't her mother's original intention, it was more like a game designed by Aunt Lu herself, but she couldn't expose it.

Standing up and bowing respectfully to Yin Su, perhaps in other people's eyes, this bow was for the affection of bringing this poem back to her after so many years, but she knew very well in her heart that this bow was for is the original author of this poem.

She didn't know how her mother felt when she wrote this song, but judging from the lines, she should still be happy, so no matter how much grievance she felt after listening to it, it has disappeared at this moment.

After all, a mother is a mother. If it hadn't been forced to be helpless, who would be willing to hide their name for so many years and dare not come forward to recognize their daughter?

"But Yin Su is really talented. I don't know such a poem. Fortunately, you took it out today!"

"..."

"Then I'll leave for a while and go upstairs to put it away."

"Let's go together, just show Suy a look at your bedroom here, and you've fulfilled your duty as an elder."

Lu Qing didn't wait for Fang Yiyi's reply, turned his head and made an apologetic gesture to Lin Mo, and dragged Yin Su upstairs.

……

……

"How is it? Does Yiyi live here any worse than at home?"

After entering the door, Yiyi was fiddling with the piece of paper in front of the desk, while Lu Qing took the opportunity to pat Yin Su's arm.