She put on a coat, walked out of the bedroom sleepily, and asked in a louder voice: "Who is it?"
No one answered her. She looked out of the peephole and saw no one.
Who could be knocking on the door?
This community is very safe, and everyone who comes in must register their identity, so she is not worried about bad guys walking in blatantly.[
When I opened the door, it was empty outside. It was strange. Who was knocking on the door?
Suddenly, a bouquet of white lilies stretched out in front of her eyes. She was startled, but then calmed down.
She didn't look to the side, but said with a smile: "Mo Hua, right? I know it's you. If you don't stay at home and rest well, why are you coming here so early in the morning?"
"I'm not Mo Hua." The man's pleasant voice came, and a slender and beautiful young man came out and stood in front of her.
An Ruo looked at him in astonishment. The moment she saw his facial features clearly, she recognized who he was.
Her eyes widened in shock, and she was stunned!
It was as if he had seen something very incredible. He was stunned and motionless, not even moving his eyes.
The man raised the corners of his mouth and showed a very beautiful smile.
Beautiful eyes similar to hers looked at her deeply, and he said softly: "Sister, I'm back."
"Xiao...Xiaoji...is it really you?" An Ruo's eyes suddenly turned red and she asked in disbelief.
Anji nodded, her eyes also a little moist.
"Sister, I miss you so much," he said.
An Ruo hugged him and cried loudly.
"You are really back, I didn't dream, you are really back!"
Anji hugged her body tightly and smelled the familiar scent of her body. He knew that he was finally home.
"Sister, you didn't dream. I'm really back. I'm sorry for worrying you all these years."
Seven years, they have been separated for seven years.
In seven years, Anji has grown from a twelve-year-old boy to an almost twenty-year-old young man.
He has long lost the youthfulness and childishness of his youth. Now his facial features have matured and his body has grown much taller, a full head taller than her. Even his body is very strong, and he is no longer sickly and thin.[
Seeing his changes, An Ruo sighed in her heart. The feeling was as complicated as seeing her own child grow up overnight.
I am not only happy that he has grown up, but also lament that he is no longer the child who only relies on himself, and also lament the passage of time.
But, is he growing up too fast?
Sitting on the sofa, Anruo stared at him for several minutes, unable to bear to look away.
"Xiaoji, how did you get here all these years?" She reached out and touched his face, her eyes full of love, "You are obviously not twenty years old yet, why do you look like someone who is over twenty?
A five-year-old?”
If we hadn't experienced a lot of things, there wouldn't be so much vicissitudes of life on people's faces.
Anji held her hand and smiled: "Sister, I am wearing a suit now, so you feel that I am very mature. When I change my clothes, you will find that I am actually quite young."
An Ruo smiled and did not continue to ask. He was unwilling to answer, so she would wait until he was willing to speak.
However, she still had to ask him some basic things.
But no matter what she asked, Anji always answered in an understatement. He was just reporting good news rather than bad news.
