"Yan Yeyi, why are they called mimosa? Look at how cute they are. They are not shy at all. They are even hugging each other. How about we call them hugging grass?"
My active brain cells actually acted on the spot, and I instantly ignored Yan Yeyi’s affectionate dialogue.
I sat carelessly on the boardwalk, playfully playing with those cute little plants, paying no attention to Yan Yeyi, and couldn't tell whether he was angry or sad.
"No, they should call it kissing grass"
Soon, Yan Ye seemed to have forgotten all those unhappy worries, and followed my example, sitting next to me, hanging her feet under the wooden path, and holding my restlessly swaying calves.
"Idiot names, they're not as bad as you"
I couldn't help but take off my feet, kicked Yan Ye hard, and continued to touch the grass with strong vitality.
"Little darling, tell my wife, you are hugging and kissing, so it is called hugging and kissing grass."
Yan Yeyi carefully pulled the thorny grass pole, like a child competing with me.
"Xiao Guai?" I looked at Yan Yeyi with great interest and blinked expectantly.
"Little good boy, little bad boy, Xiao Qing's wife" Yan Ye pointed at a few plants in front of her and winked at me cutely.
"I planted them all. My childhood is all here." Yan Yeyi pinched my cheek and stopped talking here.
Sure enough, I still don’t want to say it, forget it, I’m nothing, why should you tell me?
"Okay, since you are their parent, let's call them... kissing grass."
I looked at Yan Yeyi proudly, proudly pursed my lips and hugged the kiss grass! What a happy name!
"My wife's exclusive hugging grass, can you let my wife give me a hug and kiss too?"
Yan Yeyi was like a willful big boy. While pretending to talk to Xiaocao, his big hands had already hugged my waist.
My waist was arched back nervously, and my eyes could just take in all the faces of the night.
The half-broken sunset cast the last golden rays, and the warm light hit Yan Yeyi's back, as if a layer of holy light wrapped around his lines.
The cold wind gently ruffled his long, millet-colored hair, and Yan Yeyi, who was all white, looked at me affectionately.
Looking at his amber pupils, my heart seemed to be pulled by something, making me unable to look away from him again.