Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

While Song Yuening was sorting out her emotions, Gu's mother had already chatted with Xie Mingyuan about Song Yuening's past.

Because she missed so much of Song Yuening's childhood, Gu's mother especially liked to look through Song Yuening's photos.

It seems that in this way, I can glimpse a little bit of the time when I didn't grow up with Song Yuening from the photos.

Gu's mother gestured to Xie Mingyuan with a smile: "Mingyuan, you have never seen Ning Ning's photo. Such an older girl, very lively and cheerful, wearing two braids, smiling at the camera, It hurts to look at it.”

"Sometimes I'm really grateful to the old lady who picked up Ning Ning. If it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't see Ning Ning again."

Xie Mingyuan listened attentively, and occasionally showed some interest when Mother Gu talked about Song Yuening's embarrassment in the photo.

"When Ning Ning was born, she didn't cry or make trouble. She looked very distressed. At that time, I thought that when she grew up, she would become a graceful and beautiful girl. I didn't expect that she would be... I guessed it right..."

Xie Mingyuan waited until Mother Gu finished recalling the past before speaking.

"Auntie, can I see photos of Ning Ning when she was a child?"

He was also curious about what Song Yuening looked like when he was a child.

Is there anyone who is so interested in the photos of Song Yuening when she was a child? Mother Gu nodded repeatedly, took out the photo album with great interest, flipped out the page of the photo she just mentioned, and pushed the album to Xie Mingyuan's side.

"Look, Mingyuan, this is the photo I just told you about. Isn't Ningning very cute?"

Song Yuening looked very young in the photo, about five or six years old. She had thick black hair tied into braids, thick and long eyelashes, and a pair of big watery eyes that looked particularly pitiful.

Little Song Yuening put her little hands behind her back, tilted her head and looked at the camera with a sweet smile.

Anyone who sees this photo will say "cute".

But Xie Mingyuan didn't speak for a long time. Instead, he gently touched little Song Yuening's face in the photo with the pad of his index finger.

"Oh it's you……"

There were ripples in his dark eyes, and his thoughts couldn't help but be pulled back to the past.

In fact, he had already met Song Yuening a long time ago.

But he didn't know at that time that the little girl was Song Yuening.

That was when Xie Mingyuan was six years old.

Because of Xie Mincheng's repressive education and overly heavy texts, little Xie Mingyuan, who had not yet developed a good attitude, almost collapsed.

That afternoon, he escaped from the tutor and the Filipino maid at home, and sneaked out of Xie's house alone.

Even he himself didn't know how long he had been walking. He only remembered that he came to a lawn with a lake.

The lush green grass and rippling lake water healed his restless heart.

He sat alone by the lake, picked up the pebbles scattered nearby, and threw them towards the lake when he found them.

"thump!"

As the water splashed, the grievances in the little child's heart also surged into his heart.

But the education he received since childhood told him that men don't shed tears lightly, so he could only raise his arms and wipe the corners of his eyes with the back of his hands to stop the tears from flowing down.

"Why do I have to learn so many things..."

He originally murmured to the lake, but he didn't expect that his words would be responded to.

"Brother, what are you studying? Are you so tired?"

Xie Mingyuan looked behind him warily when he heard the voice, only to see a well-dressed girl wearing a pink skirt and small leather shoes, with her hair tied into a bun, standing there, tilting her head and looking at him curiously.When she saw the coldness in Xie Mingyuan's eyes, the little girl was frightened and took two steps back. But because of the tears in the corners of his eyes, she hesitated and took out a white handkerchief from her arms, taking small steps. Walked in front of Xie Mingyuan.

"Brother, although I don't know what happened, if you feel wronged, just cry."

Song Yuening looked at Xie Mingyuan with clear eyes, and she looked a little funny talking about the truth in a milky voice, but Xie Mingyuan found her appearance extremely eye-catching.

"I know why you don't want to cry, little brother, because adults always say that men don't shed tears easily, right?"

This sentence touched Xie Mingyuan's mind. He looked at Song Yuening, not intending to answer, but wanted to hear what else she had to say.

"But little brother, we are all children. Men don't shed tears lightly. Children will cry or make trouble when they are wronged!"

Seeing that Xie Mingyuan's eyes gradually lost the rejection of him, Song Yuening boldly stood on tiptoes and raised her hand to pat him twice on the shoulder.

"So, we kids just want to do whatever we think of, so why should we keep our grievances in our hearts?"

"If you keep too many things on your mind, you will not grow taller!"

Although Xie Mingyuan didn't talk much, with Song Yuening chattering around, the atmosphere was not awkward.

The two children were sitting side by side by the lake. Xie Mingyuan listened to Song Yuening telling him interesting stories in his ears, and felt that the grievances in his heart were much less.

Until the sun set and the sky was getting late, Song Yuening stood up, patted the grass clippings on her pink skirt, and said goodbye to Xie Mingyuan with a smile.

"Little brother, it's getting late, and it's time for me to go home. I hope you will be happy every day in the future, never keep your grievances in your heart, and just cry openly if anything happens. You are still a child, no one I’ll blame you!”

Xie Mingyuan looked at her leaving figure and only had time to ask hastily: "Then will you come here again tomorrow?"

The rays of the setting sun enveloped Song Yuening's body, giving her a warm halo of light.

She turned around with a smile and responded to Xie Mingyuan in a loud voice: "Yes!"

This scene is forever engraved in Xie Mingyuan's heart.

He stared blankly at Song Yuening's leaving figure, and even forgot to ask her name.

He originally wanted to wait until the next day to ask the name of this special little girl in person, but then he never waited for her to come.

Later he found out that the little girl was missing.

After Song Yuening came back to her senses, she felt her face heat up when she saw Xie Mingyuan lowering his head and caressing his photo seriously.

She noticed Mother Gu looking at her teasingly, and immediately pulled Xie Mingyuan's sleeves twice in embarrassment, and then asked in a low voice.

"Xie Mingyuan! I've been watching it for so long, have you had enough?"

"It's just some photos of my childhood. What's so interesting?"

Song Yuening didn't know what Xie Mingyuan was recalling. She only knew that if she allowed Xie Mingyuan to continue touching her like this, she would really have no shame in sitting in front of Mother Gu.

Looking at Song Yuening's shy look, Gu's mother couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.

"Ning Ning, Mingyuan can just watch you if he likes. This kid likes you, and of course he wants to see more of what you looked like when you were a child."

As Mother Gu finished speaking, Xie Mingyuan also looked away from the photo and slowly turned to Song Yuening.

Before Song Yuening could say anything, she was lost in the tenderness in Xie Mingyuan's eyes.

She heard Xie Mingyuan whisper.

"Never get enough of it."