Happy-Yang Xiaowen

Yang Xiao told Xiao Wu that he had no regrets.

"I like you just like that."

"I know."

Xiao Wu took Bugui to the market to buy things, and the two chatted.

"I don't regret that I have never seen my father in high spirits. When he was young, he was fascinating, not to mention that he is calm and charming now. Your father is like a pot of wine. The more you drink, the more addictive you become. The more you drink, the more mellow, the more you drink cross…"

"Stop, stop. I'm not interested in listening to your stories. I want to find my own love. Mother's eyes don't represent mine."

"Okay, okay, I really don't regret it, your husband must be a great hero."

"As long as I like it, I don't care if he's a hero or a robber."

"Not regretting is very thoughtful."

"Just like Mother did back then, everyone said Dad was a big devil, but Mother wanted to go against the current."

"Your father, he has his own way of being a gentleman, and those so-called decent families can't compare with him."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, everything is the best in the eyes of father and mother." Buhui really felt that this couple was hopeless.

"He is the best." Xiao Wu was very proud.

"Your husband and wife are disgusting. I'm tired of seeing them."

"Naughty." Xiao Wu fondly pinched the tip of Bugui's nose.

What is happiness?

Happiness is when he plays the piano and she plays the flute.

The daughter is dancing and playing with pear blossoms with swords.

This world of mortals still took care of him after all.

The author has something to say:

Thank you for the follow-up friends