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Yan Ge was sitting beside the little pink faded girl's bed, bending over to tie her shoelaces, but she couldn't help but think back to the day before at the playground.

When he checked Zhen Ning's neck, the small pinholes on his skin had become crusted.

Leaving the playground, the big screen is playing the MV of the playground boss congratulating the New Year's greetings, there is a section of Qi Mian. When Zhen Yi saw it, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Wow, this boss is so young and handsome."

At that time, there was no reply.

When she returned home last night to cook, she was suspicious when she brought him an apron: "The old grandpa at this house kept staring at me and laughed silly, you said, is he a dementia?

At that time, there was no answer.

He knew that there was not much time left for him.

The door of the bathroom outside the house opened, and Zhen Yi hummed a song in the living room: "... It rains all night, my love overflows like rain ..."

Jay Chou's Qilixiang, she liked this song very much in high school and sang it all day long.

The last time I heard her sing this song was 10 years ago.

He pressed down the sinking heart and calmly stood up and folded the quilt. The cartoon-patterned quilt unfolded, which was a breath of breath that lingered all night.

It rained last night, all night. The top floor of the abandoned residential building of this factory is like a lone boat on the vast sea in the thunder and thunder.

But she was very excited last night and kept arching in his arms, giggling non-stop, and said thunder and lightning were funny.

This morning, the weather is fine. The golden sunlight flooded the entire cabin, and the sky outside the window was as pure as a gem.

The quilt was folded, and his eyes swept over a small light blue table beside the bed. The colorful painting on it is Zhen Yi's childhood masterpiece. A white heart was drawn with white correction fluid on the graffiti's desktop, and a few crooked words were written in my heart:

"Speech and Sense"

I saw it when Zhen Yi got up just now, wondering: "Why is there our name here?"

Words straightened up and looked around.

The children's wardrobe was still placed in the corner. There is no decoration in the room, no dolls for girls, only some cheap posters and stickers.

This small house actually has many green and warm memories of him, but she has begun to forget.

Outside, her singing is getting closer and closer: "... I continue to write, and I will always love you at the end of the poem, you are the only thing I want to know ..."

Yange walked to the door and happened to meet her in.

The sound of singing and footsteps stopped abruptly. She paused and looked up at him. Her dark eyes and beads were quiet and clear. She was serious, looking at what she was looking at.

He was suddenly stopped by the eyes like her, thinking it was this moment. can……

The next second, a big smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, jumped up and hugged him, and bumped into a full body with exaggeration: "You have all packed up, will I invite you to eat porridge for breakfast?"

"Okay." He responded lightly, one heart fell, took her hand steadily, and pulled over the small box by the wall.

Zhen Yi followed him happily. Before going out, she did n’t forget to turn back and wave to the grandfather sitting on the sofa:

"Goodbye, grandpa."

Yange went out of the door and glanced at Su Ming, who was standing beside the door. The latter nodded intentionally. After a while, he will send someone to send grandpa to the nursing home.

Zhen Yi went down the stairs, took a few steps and looked back at Su Ming, and asked in a small voice: "Is that the grandfather's son?"

"……Ok."

She said, "Oh", walking in the dim and dirty stairwell, very inexplicable, I don't know why Yange brought her to live here, it was not fun at all.

But she said nothing, but leaned her head on his shoulder and grabbed his arm. As long as he is around, it doesn't matter where he goes.

At that time, because the stairs turned, his hands were naturally loosened, but his fingers had just been released, and Zhen Yi's hands were wrapped around, and his small hands re-entered his palm and held firmly.

He froze for a moment and turned his head to see her almost hung on his arm like a koala.

In this posture, she used to do it in middle school. It is called trance memory.

Many years ago, he listened to her and came to pick her up every morning.

At that time, he was standing on the side of the old iron gate, and heard that she was brushing her teeth and washing her face in the room, and heard her aunt telling her to be anxious. That's because she knew that words were waiting for her.

He was not in a hurry. He stood quietly in the staircase in the morning sunlight, listening to her voice from far to near, and then opened the door and closed it quickly, fearing that the aunt had found the teenager outside the door.

The shoes were not fully worn, and the man ran out with a smile on his feet, stood upright in front of him, and went to school together.

It was summer and the stairwell was always stuffy.

Zhen Yi followed him downstairs and looked at his white shirt trousers without a trace of creases, and couldn't help but sigh: "How can I still wear long-sleeved trousers, how hot. It's still a girl, it's cool to wear a skirt."

The words are silent.

"Really." She twisted around him. "It's so cool to wear a skirt. It can be ventilated underneath."

Speech: "..."

Out of the corridor, when she walked to the front, she only saw it, maybe she was too anxious to go to the toilet, and her skirt was caught in her underwear ...

The little and soft SpongeBob and the soft buttocks are all exposed ...

He blushed slightly, stepped forward in silence, gently pulled her skirt off, and then looked at the sky subconsciously.

Zhen Yizheng tweeted about what she dreamed of last night and noticed his movements, and the words in her mouth disappeared. She was stunned, turning her head to look straight at him, with a beating of red on her white cheeks.

The faint expression of joy and shyness on her face clearly translated a sentence: Well, the words just touched my butt.

"..." Yan Ge knew that she had misunderstood and wanted to explain something, looking at her clear eyes, and finally pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Because of this action of him, she did not dare to have physical contact with him after confirming the relationship. She turned around with joy and threw himself in front of him, holding his hand. Since then, all kinds of physical contact have been out of control.

Later, he came to pick her up to school. When she came downstairs, she would walk behind him deliberately, taking advantage of the steps, hooping him around his neck, his feet softly beeping less, pretending to be under his back floor.

He didn't know if she remembered such an old thing.

The words glanced past, she pressed his shoulders and smiled with her lips, an ordinary and straightforward look.

He really likes what she looks like at the moment, naughty, naughty, overbearing, likes ... somewhat distressed.

"What kind of porridge do you want to eat later?" He asked softly.

"Are you going to eat porridge?" She wondered, and said happily, "Just I want to eat it. Abalone porridge, I don't know if you boil it. I have eaten your porridge and think it is sold in the shop. No match. "

"Really?" He felt a pain in his heart, but suddenly wanted to make her remember how she was smiling, so when he said this, he gently bent the corner of his lips.

She was lost in trance because of his shallow smile, and she said in a daze: "Speech, you smile so beautifully. I have never seen you laugh."

He pressed her forehead and whispered: "Then I will smile at you often."

"Okay!" She hugged him tighter and whispered sweetly, "Speech, I suddenly feel that you are petting me, I don't know why."

He pulled the corner of his lips again, but said nothing.

Going downstairs, Yange packed her small suitcase into the trunk.

Zhen Yi pulled the car door, and turned down the grooming mirror on the driver's seat to take photos of her face and hair style. However, this buckle was unexpectedly seen. A black and white ID photo was placed in the transparent card sleeve on the edge of the mirror.

Zhen Yi, who was about 13 years old, grinned at the camera, her small face was immature, green and energetic. Too long, the photos are yellow. But the girl above was always fixed in the clean and lovely green on that day.

"Where is this photo?" Zhen Yi was curious and poked his white face on the small photo with his finger.

"The student ID card." Yan Ge said.

After speaking in high school, he accidentally picked up Zhenyi's schoolbag and saw her student ID. At that time, he also asked: "Why are your photos black and white?"

Zhen Yi threw out her tongue: "Go to the photo studio and take your own photo. A photo actually costs 10 yuan, but only 5 yuan for black and white, and I will buy snacks for 5 yuan. Anyway, my aunt doesn't know. Haha. Good bargain. "

After taking the photo for several years, she finally decided to change it to a color, so she tore the black and white toss on the table, but he picked it up and put it away.

At that time, few middle school students used cell phone cameras ...

Now think about it, for 12 years, they didn't even have a group photo.

apart from……

He got in the car and said: "After breakfast, let's take a picture."

"Is it a photo shoot?" She asked excitedly.

"... Well." He first thought of Xiang Guan.

"Okay, okay," she exulted, "we've never taken a photo poster, hum, you're so awkward, you never agree with me."

Yange drove the car seriously and kept silent.

In the past, he never thought the meaning of such things as photos, nor how she was so deep in her perseverance and attachment to taking pictures with him.

Until, from the moment of separation 8 years ago, he understood.

And, actually,

The poster, they took a picture once, he was in the summer vacation of the third year of high school and her second year of high school.

He didn't like the lens and the small space, and he was uncomfortable to the point of repulsion.

But he couldn't bear her, the surface was cool, but he still sat with her in the background of various exaggerated multicolored photos, selected pictures, and then the two of them got into the small room to take pictures.

Before entering, I saw the photos on the machine. When various men and women hugged each other, they raised their eyebrows: "Are we going to be posted on this?"

Zhen Yi narrowed her mouth: "I hope, but people won't let it."

The words said: "I don't want to."

"I know. I know." Zhen Yi pushed him in, put on the shape, hugged and hugged him one by one, and then stopped, one by one, and then passed, he had not been very comfortable. Make a wind and cloud look.

Until Zhen Yi wanted to take a picture with him, he refused. But ... they have always won her.

When the photo was washed out, the boss smiled and cut the photo, with his words in his pockets, very calm and cool ... blushing.

However, when they went out to the mall that day, they met his classmates and went to KTV.

That small bag of big heads was put in her bag, and I haven't seen it since.

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