Eleven years later, I saw Wen Mingyu again.

Mu Zhan's first reaction was not joy.

Because it came so suddenly.

Or when he had decided to give up and thought it was impossible to see him again in this life, it appeared without warning.

It's like falling into a dream, unreal, very absurd and false.

Mu Zhan's footsteps stopped, and his exploratory eyes fell on a familiar figure not far away, as if to penetrate all the cover and see the depths of his soul.

Will it be another conspiracy calculation?

The Wen Mingyu in front of him was not exactly the same as the person he painted, but it gave him the feeling that the young Wen Mingyu had grown up.

In fact, after so many years, that memory has long since become very vague, and when I persistently want to recall it, there will occasionally be a few clear images. But he had never seen Wen Mingyu's real growth. That painting is just the result of his imagination based on what he saw as a child.

More, an absurd sense of familiarity and intuition.

And there's that tinge of sweetness.

It's all that the fake Wen Mingyu doesn't have.

Mu Zhan forced himself to calm down, not wanting to make hasty decisions. So, he turned around and left, ordering someone to bring Wen Mingyu over.

Mu Zhan asked his name, and when he heard the same pronunciation, his face changed suddenly, his eyes couldn't control his fixation on the man, restraining his rolling emotions, he gritted his teeth and asked coldly, "What words? "What

I heard was not the answer I wanted.

The names are pronounced the same, but the words are different.

He was not reconciled, he reached out and squeezed Wen Mingyu's chin, and touched his face carefully, not even letting go of the area near his ears, just to confirm whether this appearance was disguised.

In the end, he was sure that the person in front of him looked like this.

Mu Zhan retracted his hand, leaned back lazily on the back of the chair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thought somberly.

Is it just a coincidence that they look so similar and have so similar names?

Mu Zhan didn't think so.

So, he left the person behind and slowly confirmed whether it was Wen Mingyu.

The more they get along, the more he sees a lot of familiar points that seem familiar to him.

Mu Zhan quickly determined that Wen Mingyu was really here, not someone pretending to be.

But why, when he saw himself indifferent, like a stranger he had never seen before?

The thoughts in my heart were surging, like a wave swept through, unable to calm down.

Unreal joy was mixed with anger.

Mu Zhan found it difficult to accept, because he was angry, irritable and violent because he had forgotten himself.

Seeing the fear of himself in Wen Mingyu's eyes, he forced his composure and pretended to be laughing.

Mu Zhan seemed to be mad, thinking that since you want to act, then Gu will act with you and see when you can remember.

At first, he thought that he was just obsessed with the warmth of his childhood, and he couldn't get it, so he wanted to find that special playmate no matter what. When he saw it, he might find out that in fact, that person can be replaced by anyone. He won't care so much.

But everything was completely different from what he thought.

Wen Mingyu is not anyone, he is irreplaceable, no one can replace him, only he can.

Mu Zhan is very clear that his mentality is distorted and abnormal. Others like sunshine and enjoy the warmth, but he wants to firmly grasp that beam of sunshine, take him as his own, and stain him from the inside out. breath.

That feeling had already changed unknowingly.

It's just that he didn't realize it.

He thought he was a demon in a bottle, and thought angrily that he should be killed. He couldn't let people control his emotional changes so easily, like a marionette.

But day by day, he was just talking about it, thinking in his heart, he didn't really do it at all, just like a paper tiger.

Later, Mu Zhan took the person into his arms, smelled the familiar sweetness, his irritable mood settled down, and even bit Wen Mingyu's neck, letting him get his own pheromones, and finally marked it completely.

The mood is constantly changing.

Mu Zhan suddenly felt that it didn't matter if Wen Mingyu didn't remember the past, and his memory was also very vague, so it was regarded as a new understanding, but this time, he would not let Wen Mingyu leave him again.

Then, all the way to the present.

Because the little pepper accidentally bumped into it, the picture scroll was half unfolded, and Wen Mingyu saw the person in the picture, it was himself.

Of course, this painting is not the one that was burned before, but a new painting by Mu Zhan later.

When he wrote, he no longer needed to rely on the unclear memory in his mind to imagine what Wen Mingyu might look like when he grew up.

Because he has seen it, he can easily write and draw it smoothly.

It's just that Wen Mingyu in the painting is not wearing the ancient clothes that he most often sees, but the clothing style of the future interstellar era, a very simple sweater and trousers, lining the boy's smiling eyebrows, revealing a full Bright sunshine.

Life is good now, but Mu Zhan still has some regrets in his heart that he missed Wen Mingyu for so long.

Therefore, there is such a painting, imagining what Wen Mingyu would be like there, and what it would be like if he was by his side.

Now, the painting has seen light, and Wen Mingyu can see it.

The moment he saw it, he remembered a lot of things, and his memory became clear.

The younger brother I picked up when I was a child turned out to be Mu Zhan.

Because they came from different worlds, their memories were faded and erased by the rules, and they could only vaguely remember that there was such a person, but his appearance, what happened between them, and their shared experiences all seemed to be covered with a layer. Thick yarn, became extremely fuzzy.

Wen Mingyu thought it was something from her childhood, so she forgot it so quickly, she clearly wanted to remember it, but it was all in vain, like fine sand leaking from her fingers, she couldn't catch it at all.

until the moment I saw the picture.

Like something was broken.

The world has become clear.

He finally remembered.

Exactly at this time.

Footsteps came from the door of the imperial study, Wen Mingyu looked back and saw Mu Zhan at a glance. That handsome face slowly overlapped with the tender face in memory, becoming a person.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help but redden her eyes, curled her lips into a smile, and then rushed towards Mu Zhan.

Mu Zhan didn't know what was going on, but he caught it subconsciously and took the person into his arms.

Wen Ming Yuhuan hugged his waist, as if to make up for the years missing in the middle, hugged him tightly, raised his head and rubbed gently on the side of Mu Zhan's neck, like a rare lop-eared rabbit. , fluffy, soft, scratching people's hearts.

Mu Zhan felt itchy, but was reluctant to step back, so he kissed the corner of his mouth and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Wen Mingyu just called out, Mumu.

It was a very familiar name. I called it this way when I was young, and it was also called this way in Shangyuan Festival because of a misunderstanding. At that time, Mu Zhan was touched, and in a trance, he thought Wen Mingyu remembered it.

But now, obviously not on a whim, Wen Mingyu suddenly called out the pseudonym he made up on the Spring Festival a few years ago.

Mu Zhan looked up and found the fully unfolded picture scroll on the table, and immediately understood everything.

"You remember?"

"...Well."

Wen Mingyu's face was buried in Mu Zhan's arms, her voice was muffled, with a hoarse cry, inexplicably milky, as if she had suddenly returned to that time.

Eleven years have passed, Wen Mingyu has grown up and changed a lot, but there are also many places that have not changed.

Mu Zhan can always see some familiar little movements on him, maybe he didn't realize it himself, the dimples revealed when he smiled when he was happy, pursed his lips when he was nervous, looked to the lower left corner, his fingers curled up unconsciously, when he was gentle and coaxing people His demeanor...

In a trance, Mu Zhan seemed to have traveled back in time. They have always been together and have never been separated.

Wen Mingyu has always liked Mu Zhan very much, and sometimes he can't help but look at people in a trance. Now that he knows that they have known each other before, from beginning to end, it is the same person who makes him feel like a family member.

Only Mu Zhan, no one else.

Wen Mingyu's mood was even more ups and downs, like the surging waves of the sea, violently slapping the reefs on the shore, stirring up a burst of snow-white foam.

Unable to maintain calm, he couldn't help but raised his head and kissed Mu Zhan's lips.

When they were about to meet, Mu Zhan also lowered his head.

It was like a road connecting the two of them, one person walked halfway, and finally came together.

They hugged tightly, as if to merge.

Mu Zhan hugged the man tightly in his arms, wrapped around his waist with a strong possessiveness, Wen Mingyu also hugged him back, put his arms around Mu Zhan's neck, and responded actively.

All the emotions were integrated into this kiss, the lips and tongues were intertwined, and no inch was spared, and it even seemed a bit violent and rude. It's like it's hot enough to melt people.

They only had each other in their eyes at this time, and they had completely forgotten about the little dumpling. It was not until they felt that the corner of the robe was pulled several times before they came back to their senses and looked down.

Little Pepper and Little Sticky Cake grabbed their robes, supported by their chubby legs, stood up swayingly, raised their white and tender little face, looked at them eagerly, and wanted to kiss them.

Wen Mingyu's attention was naturally diverted, and he subconsciously wanted to bend over to pick up the milky little dumpling, but Mu Zhan grabbed his waist, pulled him into his arms again, and kissed him again. Lips rubbed together, as if they couldn't kiss enough.

Wen Mingyu was sucked so that the tip of her tongue was numb, she could only pant, exhaling hot air from the gap between her lips, and what she was about to say was blocked again.

After kissing again, Wen Mingyu opened his mouth to speak, but raised his eyes and met Mu Zhan, and he still looked like he had just finished the kiss, his lips were stained dark, his throat was slightly rolled, and he made a subtle swallowing sound. Against a small mole on the side of the neck, it looks extremely sexy.

Wen Mingyu shook her head and forgot what she was going to say.

At the moment when he was stunned, Mu Zhan ordered the palace staff to carry the prince and princess back. There were only the two of them left in the imperial study.

Not only that, but Mu Zhan also held Wen Mingyu's face and whispered, "I miss you very much."

Just one sentence, just four words, instantly defeated Wen Mingyu.

Where can I still remember that after Mu Zhan kissed him just now, he glanced at Xiao Tuanzi lightly, with no expression on his face, but Wen Mingyu, who was very familiar with him, still saw a faint show off, which made people laugh.

Wen Mingyu temporarily forgot the two dumplings, and focused on Mu Zhan in front of him.

He felt that Mu Zhan also needed coaxing.

He had thought before that if Mu Zhan was there when he was young, it would be great if he could accompany Mu Zhan and help him.

In fact, he did meet Mu Zhan when he was very young.

An accidental time and space interlace made them know each other for more than a month.

Wen Mingyu's eyes turned red, and she slowly burst into a bright smile, "I miss you too."

Although they have been married and have been together for several years, because of the memory of the past, it seems that they have just met again.

They hugged each other, Wen Mingyu coaxed Mu Zhan thoroughly several times very well, and in the end, when he left the imperial study, his stomach was sore, and he regretted it a little.

He looked at Mu Zhan and said a little unwillingly: "I was older than you before, so why did you grow faster than me?"

The matter of crossing is very mysterious, and the time and place are not under their control. unclear.

Therefore, Wen Mingyu's persistent point is actually - "You should call me brother."

Mu Zhan was in a good mood and agreed. And without a trace of perfunctory, staring at Wen Mingyu, she called out naturally.

Wen Mingyu was a little surprised.

But Mu Zhan said: "This little thing is nothing, I have always regretted it before. If I promised you to go to school together, I wouldn't come back here suddenly."

Wen Mingyu suddenly felt distressed and hugged He, releasing fruity-sweet pheromones to appease him.

In fact, Mu Zhan is not so fragile, it has been so long, and Wen Mingyu is back again. But he liked the feeling of Wen Mingyu feeling distressed because of him, gentle and comforting, and all his mind was on him.

It didn't take long for the little pepper and the little sticky cake to be twelve months old and ushered in the anniversary banquet.

They were the first prince and princess, much loved and watched.

The banquet was extremely grand, with countless blessings.

Still so small, the gifts he received fill the room, and he has his own small vault.

The two small dumplings were also dressed up early in the morning, wearing red brocade clothes, carved with pink and jade, white and tender and lovely, and wearing a longevity lock on their chests, made of gold, silver and precious jade, carved with patterns of dragons and unicorns. It is engraved with longevity wishes, symbolizing blessings to children, eliminating disasters and evils, locking up life, and growing up safely.

After one year old, the two little dumplings seemed to have grown up a lot. From being a baby in the palm of their hand, to being able to stumble and walk on their own, they always laughed carefree, and they got up again when they fell.

The Shangyuan Festival is here, and this year, they plan to go out as a family to celebrate the festival.

When Wen Mingyu went to find them, Little Pepper and Little Sticky Cake were still having a good time.

After being able to walk on their own, they play with more variety of toys.

What Little Pepper likes most is to play with a small dove car, a gilded car, cast in the shape of a turtle dove, with its head raised and its tail raised, with a wheel on each side, and a small wheel under the bird's tail. By pulling the dove cart away, and walking two steps faster, the dove tail will be raised and swayed up and down, like a bird spreading its wings.

The two little buns also liked the sound of the wheels rolling on the ground. Little Pepper likes to make the car run, and Little Sticky Cake prefers to observe, squatting on the ground with two little hands on his knees, watching how the wheels roll.

Little Pepper walks unsteadily, and often falls down while playing, but he doesn't cry, and continues as soon as he gets up. However, this is only when the father and the emperor are not there. Once she sees Wen Mingyu coming and falls to the ground, she refuses to get up by herself. Instead, she acts like a fool, crying, and wanting to hug her. The expression to get up.

But at this time, Wen Mingyu went to hug her, and the little sticky cake would immediately follow suit, and ran to Wen Mingyu's side to touch the porcelain. Little claw claw, waiting for daddy to hug him up.

"..."

Wen Mingyu looked at this scene, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Before going out, it is natural to dress up. Of course, the brocade clothes in the palace cannot be worn like this, and those with discerning fabrics can know their identities at a glance.

Therefore, they are all wearing the usual uniforms that are popular in the capital. Although the texture cannot be compared with those in the palace, it is also very good. It looks like a rich boy, bringing his juniors out to play.

The two little dumplings not only changed into new clothes, but their soft short hair was also tied into two small tugs, lining the baby's fat white and tender faces, like two New Year's picture dolls.

After dressing up, Little Pepper couldn't wait to run to Dad and the Emperor to let them take a look at himself.

Wen Mingyu complimented: "It's very cute."

Little Pepper couldn't help laughing, squatting on the ground, forming a small ball, and covering his face with his little hands.

Mu Zhan was puzzled for a while, not understanding what happened to her.

Wen Mingyu couldn't help laughing and said, "She's shy."

Xiao Chili is also a little dumpling who loves beauty, maybe she can be called Xiao Lajiao.

Small sticky cake, like his nickname, is very sticky, swaying to run to Wen Mingyu, hugging his legs and not letting go.

Then, there was a battle for pets between two small dumplings, each hugging one leg and humming to each other.

In the end, of course, Mu Zhan won. After all, the two milky little dumplings with short hands and short legs were no match for the tall and straight Mu Zhan, and they were directly lifted up.

Mu Zhan picked up one to hold and threw another to Wen Mingyu, warning by the way: "Don't make trouble, or you won't be out of the palace to play."

Little Pepper and Little Sticky Cake nodded obediently.

Father and father both liked it, so they would not have any opinion on which one was hugged, but Wen Mingyu spent more time with them, so their first reaction would be to get close to Wen Mingyu and threw into his arms.

They almost went through the process when they first celebrated the New Year's Day.

It's just that the small peppers and the small sticky cakes are too small to eat glutinous rice balls, so the imperial kitchen used what they could eat to make mini glutinous rice balls, round and plump, put them in porcelain bowls and served them on the table.

Two white and tender "big glutinous rice balls", eating "small glutinous rice balls" is very satisfying.

Wen Mingyu was greedy and teased, and they generously gave their own to father and father to eat.

After eating glutinous rice balls, it is the real time to go out to the palace and visit the lantern festival.

The city is full of fire trees, silver flowers, lanterns, and candles flickering.

The crowd was crowded, shoulder to shoulder.

The annual prosperous scene reappeared in front of me, very familiar, but at the same time, there was a different mood.