Wang Junkai in whose landscape are you in?

Chapter 200#凯我#〖Small dimple (1)〗

#Small dimple (1)#
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The only thing that can be left for you is probably the deep and shallow dimples from childhood.

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——"I hope that what I bring you is the best memory of your childhood."

——"You have to work hard, I'm waiting to hear you sing."

——"Missing has blossomed in the bottom of my heart, but I dare not tell you, let it take root and sprout."

——"This is the gap. I need to work hard for three years just to get close to you, but you only need one sentence."

—— "However, you will not know all of this. This is just a secret in my heart."

——"When I remember you again, there are only broken pictures and empty blanks in my memory."

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I was only 4 years old when I first met Wang Junkai, and he was also 4 years old. Coincidentally, my mother and Wang’s mother are best friends in high school, and I am only one day younger than him. 922’s birthday, maybe it’s nothing, I don’t Not counting his fans.

The first time I saw him that day was a week after my fourth birthday, during the National Day, when my mother took me to a class reunion, and that was the day I saw you hiding behind the dinner table.That's you, you are still a round little potato, short and short, with two eyes looking here and there, as if you are very novel about everything, I quietly rubbed over, and he seemed to have noticed me too, those peach blossom eyes were stunned I was taken aback, staring at me blankly, I was startled, just about to speak, a woman's voice came from behind:

"Songsong, what are you running around? Mom has found her."

His eyes paused, he moved away from my face, and looked up, and I turned my head too.The person who came was his mother. Hey, why is my mother here?

"Xiao Bei, quickly say hello to auntie!" I hurriedly said hello, and he also said hello to my mother.

"Meng Xiaobei, are you bullying Songsong here?" My mother saw the strategic offensive and defensive between me and him. It was obvious that he was shorter than taller, and thinner than fat. It was obviously out of proportion, so she questioned me like this.

——"I didn't!" I immediately objected fiercely, not understanding why my mother would say that about me.

"Auntie, she didn't bully me." The little potato next to me started talking.At that time, I couldn't help but look at him more when I was fat.

So this was our first meeting. At that time, the impression he left on me was: an honest short little potato.Destiny didn't seem to change anything because of our meeting.

A few days later, Songsong (I only know him as Songsong) met me again, and he came to my house.

"Lifang, I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow to deal with a relative's funeral. His father has no time to see him in a taxi. Let him take him to your house first. It's troublesome." Wang Mama said standing at the door of my house, and there was still the man standing next to him. Dwarf little potatoes.

"No trouble, no trouble." Mom smiled all over her face, and took the little hands from Mrs. Wang.

It's the right time and place, but the people are not harmonious.I am a single-parent family. My mother has to go to work in the morning, and she left after finishing the meal. She asked me to treat him well.As soon as Wang Junkai came to our house, he just sat on the sofa and started watching TV endlessly without talking.

I sat next to him, and for a moment, his small body only took up a little space on the sofa, but as soon as I sat down, there was no room for the sofa.He looked at my figure in surprise, didn't speak, and continued to watch TV.

"Is it that pretty?" I asked him.

He turned his head and looked at me, his eyes were clean and clear: "Mm." He didn't say a single extra word.

"Wang Songsong, right, you can't say one more word, so you don't like to talk?" I continued to ask him, and my nature of talking and familiarity was undoubtedly exposed.

"No." There was one more word.

"...Wang Songsong, if you have the ability, say one more word."

"I have the ability." He glanced at me and started laughing himself, as shy as a little girl.I smiled helplessly, showing two obvious dimples, is it so difficult to say something?

"Your dimples are really deep." He turned to look at me and said, "Also, don't call me Songsong like my mother, just call me Xiaokai."

"Oh." Now it's my turn to say only one word.

There was a slight smile on his lips.

I had no choice but to entertain him well according to my mother's instructions. I wanted to take the fruit I bought yesterday from the refrigerator, but I was not tall enough, so I had to move the stool.

When I staggered to take down the fruit plate, the stool shook disobediently, and my feet became unsteady, and I fell to the ground stretchedly, "Ahh...", the pain spread all over my body, and I couldn't live up to my expectations. Tears were shed.

Hearing the noise, Wang Junkai ran over and saw me crying on the ground with fruit spilled all over the floor, and he smiled shamelessly. I cried even harder, so he quickly shut up and helped me up.His slender palms pulled my fleshy palms, and the palms faced each other. I felt the heat from his hands, even though it was small, it was extremely warm.

"You're so stupid," he said, looking me seriously in the eyes. "You can fall if you hold something."

I don't want to talk to him, just keep crying.

"Call me if you can't reach it, I'm right there."

I still didn't speak, just looked at my feet and cried louder.

"Oh, don't cry," his eyes were full of anxiety, and he didn't know how to comfort me.

I didn't speak, just bent down and picked up the fruits in the ground one by one.Seeing that I didn't speak, he knelt down and helped me pick it up.

After picking it up, I brought the fruit in front of him, "Here you are." I said with a grievanced cry.

"Thank you." He took the fruit and smiled.

Walking to the sofa, I started the next step, "Let you laugh at me again." I stopped crying, raised my little hands, and started to squeak his neck, armpit, and belly.

"Hey.. Hahaha..haha" He smiled very sweetly, and then he also started to tickle me. "Meng Xiaobei, don't touch me...hey...hahaha..."

That was the first time he called me by my first name, without hesitation.

After playing, we were all tired, and we fell asleep on the big bed in the bedroom without giving up.

In my dream, I remembered that I had a fight with him, it seemed that it was because of fighting for the TV remote control, he punched, I kicked, and the fight was very smooth.And when I woke up leisurely, the sun had already set, and he had already left.

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[No.20 Phase II, to be continued]

【Author: Ji Ruofei】

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