"But you can play at night, but it's a pity that you can't see it at night... It's different here. I can pile up whatever I want, and no one can control it anymore."
Yu Buhuan twitched her eyes. She wondered if Dumpling liked to follow her so much because she rarely paid attention to him.
Chu Yunhao looked at him and said in a sympathetic tone: "Me too."
"What are you?" Dumpling raised his face curiously. The child's temperament was incomprehensible to ordinary people. One moment, Chu Yunhao was thinking of turning him into flower fertilizer, but the next moment he was able to talk like good friends.
Chu Yunhao said with a touch of sadness: "I was just like you when I was a child. My father was also a bitch. He didn't allow me to do this and that. He also said that I lost my ambition by playing with things and told me to read more books."
Yu Buhuan felt cold. If only she had a son like Chu Yunhao, it would be better if she didn't beat him to death.
"Yes, yes, my father is just like your father. He only wants me to study every day, and also wants me to learn those shabby martial arts... I thought it would be cool to learn martial arts, but since I learned it, I have become just as popular.
Nothing has been done.”
"Huh? It seems so. I learned martial arts just to be popular. It's a pity...sigh..."
"well……"
Chu Yunhao and Dumpling sighed together.
Looking at the two people who were in a state of bliss, Yu Buhuan didn't know what to say.
"Hello……"
"I don't call you hey, I have a name." Yu Buhuan said lazily.
"What's your name?" It seemed like she heard Chu Yan calling her Taifu in the cell, but she never asked her name.
"Yu Bu Huan, my mother calls her Yu Bu Huan." Dumplings rushed to answer from below.
Chu Yunhao suddenly sat up from the tree, looking very surprised.
Yu Buhuan couldn't help but touched his face: "What are you doing?"
It's weird to look at her like this.
Chu Yunhao suddenly jumped up in front of her, his speed was very fast, and before Yu Buhuan could react, his face was caught by him.
Dumpling jumped up from under the tree and lay on Chu Yunhao's back: "What are you doing? You hurt my mother."
Chu Yunhao, however, held Yu Buhuan's face in his hands and looked at it carefully.
No, absolutely impossible.
Yu Buhuan was disgusted at first, but later when she discovered that Chu Yunhao didn't have any ill intentions, she simply gave up her resistance and let him see his fill.
"Hey, what are you looking at?"
The sun's luster has not completely faded yet.
Chu Yunhao's expression became more and more puzzled and bizarre.
"How is this possible? How is this possible?" he murmured to himself.
Yu Buhuan pushed him away: "What are you talking about? Can you please make it clear?"
Chu Yunhao was caught off guard by the push. His body tilted and he fell from the tree. Dumpling moved very quickly. The moment he fell, he turned over and hugged the tree branch firmly.
The moment he was about to fall, Chu Yunhao tiptoed a little and came up again with a lingering ghost.
Yu Buhuan was speechless.
However, Chu Yunhao did not make the same action as before, but looked thoughtful.
This actually made Yu Buhuan curious.
Why does it look like this when you hear your own name? Is it possible that you recognize yourself?
Just as she was having wild fantasies, Chu Yunhao suddenly turned around: "Aren't you dead?"
