Yan Tao wandered out, swaying randomly on the street.

  Aocheng is an ancient city.

  A city that combines Gothic architecture and Chinese traditional architecture, there are many iconic attractions.

  The Peace Square in the city center has many peace pigeons.

  White and gray, many visitors took a hand of bread crumbs to feed.

  But often as soon as they walk past, the peace dove will flap its wings and rush into the sky in large swaths. When the tourists leave, the dove will carefully fall down again to peck the crumbs to eat.

  Young Master Yan stood behind the sculpture, avoiding crowded places, suddenly curled her lips, raised her arms, and opened her lips.

   The melodious whistle sounded clear and lingering, sending it along the wind.

  Peace Square has always been a place where people gather, street wanderers, performers, painters, and all kinds of people.

  They were indulging in playing, bowing to make money, or pulling people to sell themselves, but for a moment, I saw a scene of large pigeons flapping their wings and flying.

  In the past, these pigeons all fled in all directions.

  At this moment, they are reflected in the golden light of the setting sun, flying to the feet of the long standing young man under the peace sculpture.

   Then silently retracted his wings and hovered at his feet.

   Facing the light, I couldn't see what the boy looked like.

   can only form a vague first impression from her tall and straight figure and her high-fashioned demeanor.

   should be a handsome, lazy teenager.

  She turned sideways slightly to avoid a few pigeons that almost hit her, her lips slowly wafted with a gentle smile.

  The pigeons that dominate the Peace Square are cleverly like cats in front of the boy, just circling around the boy.

  Only a small pigeon that was just born stumbled and spread its wings. It flew again and again, but couldn't fly far. It jumped eagerly, its soft feathers exploded, and the visitors were a little anxious.

   "Cuckoo!"

   "Cococococoo!"

  The little pigeon turned around in a hurry, and its flapping wings could not fly.

   Yantao glanced down, suddenly, and chuckled, she walked out of the backlight, her slender legs wrapped in black trousers, her figure became more and more counter-balanced.

  She pressed her lips slightly, a soft mockery appeared between her eyebrows, and she squatted down and waved at the silly little pigeon.

  The handsome side face of the young man fell into the eyes of everyone in the square, causing an uproar in awe.

  The painter was holding the paintbrush and staring at Yan Tao blankly, but the big bean paint was not found dripping on the drawing paper.

   only widened his eyes, exclaimed, "Oh my God... he is a perfect work of art."

  The child pulled his mother's hand and jumped vigorously, "Mom, mom, that brother is so good-looking! I will grow up to be as good-looking as him!"

  Mom’s eyes were mixed with surprise and affection. It took a while before she spoke, and she ruthlessly killed the little boy’s dream in the cradle: “Don’t think about it, it’s impossible for your dad’s genes in this life!”

"Wow!"

  The little boy's heart was ashamed, and he cried loudly.

  Little boy father...I am also ashamed.

  I never knew that my wife despised me so much.

  However, my wife still loves me.

   Then he heard his mother holding her heart in pain, "Why! Why not let me be born ten years later!"

  Dad...the frustration is gone.

  Yantao hooked her finger at the little pigeon, and said in a nice voice, "Little fool, come here."

  The little pigeon made the breast-feeding jump and jump, and then heard a flutter, it flew!

  Everyone was stunned.

  Is there still such a show operation?