Xuan Fei continues to be a good baby who sells laughter and doesn't want money,

"Ye Da good night."

Xuan Ye tilted his cheek slightly, closed his eyes and didn't look at him.

Xuan Fei secretly thought that the emperor was such a cold and glamorous kaolin flower, leaned over with a smile, and twisted his ass and went out with a sense of "great god, you sleep, little third son retires".

……

"Click---

With the soft sound of a falling lock, the whole room fell into excessive silence for a moment, revealing a wordless loneliness.

Xuan Ye slowly opened his eyes, turned his cheeks to look at the door that had been closed.

Outside the door.

Xuan Fei's slender palm was released from the handle of the door, and the grinning smile on his face was faintly contained.

He stood still for half a minute before turning around and going downstairs.

Outside the window, the night was darker, and a thin layer of mist was condensed on the transparent glass.

……

Until the second half of the night.

Xuan Ye woke up because he was thirsty, lifted the quilt and sat up, took the empty glass on the bedside table that had been soaked in hot milk before, and went downstairs to pour water to drink.

In the living room, the floor lamp next to the coffee table was lit all the time, and Xuan Fei was already asleep lying on the sofa.

Xuan Ye went to the dining table and poured a glass of cold white water to drink, quenched his thirst, and was about to go upstairs to his room.

When I passed the coffee table, I took a pause, then stopped, looked down, and looked at the man asleep on the sofa.

Even if the sofa is wide enough, it is still a little short for the high altitude of the little third son, who is 1.87 meters tall, and the two slender and straight long legs can only curl up at their knees, and one corner of the wrapped cashmere blanket falls on the carpet next to the sofa, which looks particularly aggrieved.

……

Xuan Ye suddenly thought of when they were young.

Because they are triplets, compared with him and the second child, the third son is obviously malnourished from birth, and the specific performance is in height and weight, Xiao Feifei is smaller and thinner.

In his teenage impression, this little bastard has always been half a head shorter than him and his second child.

So much so that every time he fights against a special training, he is beaten down by him or the second child, and this little fool will be so angry that he puffs out his face, and howls while beating the sand, saying that if he is taller than his brothers, he will definitely be able to kill and win in seconds, so it's not that he is weak, but that his mother was unfair when he was in the mother's womb.

was so angry that Ji Tianmo stepped on it directly,

", little calf! I don't have the ability to bring down my brother and play tricks on Lao Tzu! ”

Then the little third son cried even more tears, rolling all over the field, that is called a contrived.

……

Thinking about it, Xuan Ye pursed the corners of his lower lip slightly, and a trace of softness passed by.

Those memories are vivid.

Until he was sixteen or seventeen years old, the third son was still a little shorter than him and the second son, and then Xuan Fei entered the supermodel world, and then moved out of the house to live, since then he and Xuan Fei have met less often, and it is less and less, because the third son deliberately avoids it.

So I don't know when, when he saw Xiao Sanzi again, he found that he was almost as tall as him, and even a little taller than him.

At that time, he had a moment of trance, a trace of shock, stunned, and loss, very complicated.

It seems that the few centimeters taller are the abyss between him and Xuan Fei who will never be able to cross the past.