If mother were here...
She didn't know what she thought of, so she sniffed softly, feeling stuffy.
She usually has a cheerful and lively personality, but in fact she is always a little sensitive in her heart.
Matured too early, too sensible, and too good at reading people's eyes. She was disappointed in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.
Feeling that she needs to be sensible and not let adults worry about her anymore, she always feels depressed and buries her little grievances in her heart.
Be a good, sensible and obedient child, so that you can be loved by your father and earn the love of your uncle...
She knew this at a young age, but she couldn't express her inner feelings to anyone - she could only talk to a little green seedling that couldn't speak.
Keep talking and talking, talking endlessly.
She could say many, many things to it, including the anguish and troubles in her heart, everything, without reservation, even before she realized what she was doing.
Complaining to a green seedling is a strange image, but it is inexplicably harmonious.
As she talked, she said she was tired and yawned.
She was a little sleepy and wanted to sleep. It was time to leave, but she never moved.
Relying on the faint nameless fragrance in the air, like a little kitten seeking warmth, it stayed on one side and never left.
Finding a comfortable position, her big watery eyes stared quietly at the flower seedlings close at hand - the branches and leaves were soft, the fragrance was light, and it smelled very good, reassuring and likeable.
She looked at it for a long time and smelled the faint fragrance. In a daze, she felt as if she was being held by someone.
The movements are cautious, but the voice is gentle and smiling, clear and sweet:
"Whose child is this? How could a beautiful little girl be so beautiful and lovable?" His tone seemed to be joking, deliberately teasing her, and his laughter was soft, with a loving yet mischievous tone.
He is a gentle person, but he is also extremely naughty.
The warm fragrance on her body is quiet, strong and too realistic.
The little man, who had never seen his mother before, felt the embrace that was so lifelike that it made his heart tremble, and made his whole body feel weak. He stared blankly at the hazy and illusory figure, feeling a little confused.
His little head, which is usually very bright, can no longer turn at this moment.
Silly, he looked at the beautiful figure in red and asked, "Are you..."
The beautiful man holding her did not answer, but only touched her little face tenderly and lovingly.
His eyes fell on her little face, quietly, as if he was studying her, bit by bit, very carefully.
Her gaze became gentler and gentler, and she was smiling—even if Yun Jinnian couldn't see her face clearly, she could feel that she was smiling.
He pursed his lips and smiled, speaking softly: "In the blink of an eye, it's already so big..."
Nearly a sigh.
Yun Jinnian's eyes trembled, she stood blankly, and subconsciously replied: "No... I'm still young..."
The blurry figure in front of her stretched out her hand, and gently touched her clean and beautiful purple pupils with her fingertips. She touched it lightly, smiled slightly, and hummed, without retorting: "It's true that she is still young..."
“Nian Nian...is this the name your father gave you?”
She asked, and the dots of red light were like fireflies, surrounding her side, dancing with her movements, and the fragrance in the air gradually became richer.