Song Yan fell asleep very deeply.

It seemed like he had made up for the sleep he had been missing these days.

The scenes in the dream that brought him a strong sense of happiness also seemed to wash away his pessimism and anxiety these days.

When he woke up, his low-grade fever had subsided, he had more energy, and his whole body felt much more comfortable, but Xia Zhiye, who should have been holding him by his side, was no longer there.

He tilted his head to look out the window, it was still evening, and it seemed that he hadn't slept for long. He pinched his brows, stood up, opened the door, and called out "Xia Zhiye" in a hoarse voice.

He heard movement from the kitchen and thought that Xia Zhiye might be preparing dinner for him.

In the end, it was a gentle female voice who answered him: "Xiao Xia and the others started school today, and they rushed back early in the morning. Seeing that you were sleeping too fast, they didn't wake you up."

School starts today?

Song Yan picked up Song Lele's little genius phone watch and glanced at it.

August 31st at 18:22.

He slept all day and night.

"Then he..."

"Don't worry, the plane ticket I bought for him didn't let him take the green train again." Qin Qing went upstairs with a bowl of porridge and put it on Song Yan's desk, a little teasing in his gentle smile.

Song Yan felt embarrassed, thinking that the sheets were still messy, and that there was toilet paper they used yesterday in the trash can. He panicked and was about to turn around to cover it up, but found that the whole room was clean and the sheets had been changed. .

On the table there was a glass of cold white water.

You don't have to think about it, it must be Xia Zhiye who did it.

This person who is not formal all day long is always so reliable and thoughtful.

Song Yan remembered Xia Zhiye's smirk in the dream, and he couldn't help smirking.

Qin Qing looked at Song Yan who seemed to be alive for a moment, and also thought it was cute and funny: "Okay, don't think about it, just drink the porridge."

"Well, okay, thank you Tan... Auntie."

Song Yan just scooped a tablespoon of porridge into his mouth when his wrists froze.

A strange taste filled his mouth.

Tan Qing, who was on the side, looked at him expectantly: "How is it? I cooked it according to Xiaoxia's grandmother's recipe. Does it taste the same? Is it delicious? It was my first time to cook porridge, and I don't know if it was successful or not."

No wonder he was sick before, and Qin Qing never cooked porridge for himself.

It's not that don't want to, it's that can't.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will not live to be seventeen years old.

Song Yan swallowed silently: "It's good."

Qin Qing was immediately happy like a little girl: "That's good, I'm going to go back and learn more about making porridge and stewing soup to nourish your body."

"..." Song hated death, "Okay, Aunt Tan."

After speaking, as if remembering something, he looked back at her: "My dad didn't make it difficult for you, did he?"

"Well, there was a fight, but he couldn't do anything about it." Qin Qing seemed to be in a good mood, "There was something wrong with the Nanwu area, he rushed over yesterday and shouldn't be back for a while. , and it is estimated that I am so busy that I don't have so much time to manage you so strictly, so..."

"what?"

"So I bought you a new mobile phone. Although I usually have to give it to the teacher, you can still communicate secretly on weekends, but you must keep it hidden." Qin Qing smiled and put the new mobile phone in front of him, "Now you can put the music Did Le's little genius watch return to him?"

Song Yan then remembered that he robbed a little genius phone watch and five hundred dollars from a nine-year-old kid yesterday, and felt a little embarrassed for a while: "Well, I will return Lele's pocket money to him."

"I don't care about the debts of the two of you." Qin Qing seemed to like seeing Song Yan's face with a childlike expression of embarrassment. Slightly restrained, "But Auntie has something to discuss with you."

Qin Qing said so, it should not be a trivial matter.

Song Yan put down the spoon: "Aunt Tan, tell me."

Qin Qing sat down opposite him: "Although equity inheritance generally means that you can inherit shareholder qualifications until you are 18 years old, but if the company has special regulations, it will exclude the heirs' natural inheritance of shareholder qualifications, and only protect property. Inheritance. Your father's company happens to have such a rule, so even if you are 18 years old, your father can still hold your shares and become the largest shareholder."

"So what should we do?"

Song Yan looked at Qin Qing.

Qin Qing asked him, "Did you notarize when your mother died?"

Song Yan replied: "I have done it. The notarized documents and wills are in the safe deposit box of the bank. It will take effect immediately when I turn 18."

"Well, it's like this. In fact, the equity of the company's minority shareholders has almost been acquired. Now as long as the equity in my hand exceeds your father's, the board of directors can pass the proposal to cooperate with a benign acquisition, so I think on your 18th birthday. Would you like to buy all your equity directly?" Qin Qing asked Song Yan seriously.

Because there is an essential difference between directly obtaining cash and directly becoming a major shareholder of a large company, she is not sure whether Song Yan is willing to give up this career that should have been inherited by him.

However, Song Yan did not have the slightest interest in Song Minghai's company, so she should not hesitate: "Well, no problem."

"Actually, there are still some problems." Qin Qing didn't intend to hide it, "You should know that your father pursued me for the benefit of the Tan family's help, but they were all technology patents. In fact, the Tan family did not have much capital flow. , Affected by the epidemic in the past two years, cash flow is even more difficult, so I have no way to pay off the money for the purchase of equity at one time, I can only give you 50 million first, and the rest will be settled after the acquisition is successful. , so if you're worried..."

"I have nothing to worry about, Aunt Tan, I believe in you." Song Yan looked at Qin Qing, like a calm and mature adult, "The reason why my dad has always been so fearless must be because he knows that you don't have enough cash to start. We have a lot of shares, so I think he can hold the top position, and if we want to win, we can only let him surprise."

And only if he wins Song Minghai thoroughly, can he, Qin Qing and Song Lele have a free future without being raped.

This is his only hope, so even if he has nothing left, he doesn't want Song Minghai to be so pretentious again.

What's more, the worst guarantee is 50 million, and as long as everything goes well, he can have nine-figure cash in hand when he is eighteen years old, and he has no reason to believe it.

At that moment, in the face of such a smart child who knew what he wanted, Qin Qing felt that there was no need to say more, but he just reached out and touched his head gently: "Okay, we will definitely win."

As Qin Qing said, Song Minghai was really busy, and his feet didn't touch the ground.

He was born in an orphanage and built an enviable business all the way from scratch. The building collapsed, and he finally didn't have the energy to care about his son's sexual orientation that he didn't like.

The private high school Song Yanxin attended was famous for its militarized management, so strict that she would use a metal detector every day to check if anyone was secretly using a mobile phone.

So every Monday to Saturday, Song Yan could only hand in his mobile phone and communicate with Xia Zhiye through letters sent by SF Express.

But when it came to Sunday, he could video with Xia Zhiye all day and night. Compared with those days before, Song Yan already felt that it was worth cherishing.

He also began to slowly adapt to the new environment and no longer fell into pessimistic anxiety. When he heard Xia Zhiye's description of their future life that day, he began to have more realistic expectations and imaginations for their future. There is hope for everything.

He began to be able to sleep peacefully, and in his dreams he went to see Xia Zhiye and his future cat and dog.

He began to eat seriously, three meals a day, whether it was delicious or not.

He even started running at night, consuming superfluous and useless troubles with extreme physical exhaustion.

As the days passed, the lollipops became less and less, and the letters became thicker and thicker. Song Yan's weight finally recovered from being severely thin to normal, and her body was much healthier.

He is studying, living, and missing and looking forward to it very seriously.

On the day Xia Zhiye came of age, as unfortunate high school seniors, they were all taking the last important monthly exam before the final exam.

Because it was an important exam to be included in the file, Song Yan was not able to go to Nanwu to meet Xia Zhiye.

He had indescribable guilt about it, and Xia Zhiye didn't even intend to forgive him so easily.

In the video, he coaxed him to call his brother, little brother, wild brother, and husband, all red-faced, and signed and signed to express that he owed Xia Zhiye a coming-of-age ceremony and a coming-of-age gift, and then he reluctantly let him go.

In addition, Xia Zhiye got a sigh from his grandfather that night: "Forget it, I'm too old, I can't beat you guys. Your father is too, and you are too. You don't give up and don't give in if you think about it, but An old man like me can't give a black-haired one to a white-haired one again. So you can do whatever you want, just be responsible for your own choices, and remember to go home more often."

So Xia Zhiye, a pure and beautiful male high school student who had been cared for by Song Yan for half a year, asked his cousin to sort out a list of assets and send it to his boyfriend that night in order to honor his promise to Song Yan on his seventeenth birthday. Under the promise of "I will hand over the money to my boyfriend in the future".

On the day Song Yan came of age, Xia Zhiye, an unfortunate senior in high school, was still taking exams.

That day was the second day when the whole city of Nanwu was modeled.

He decided to fly to Beijing that night after the exam to surprise Song Yan.

Unfortunately, this decision was not implemented in the end.

It was a rare sunny day.

The spring awakens, the peach blossom sun, and the cherry blossom shoots the light of the year.

You can use all the beautiful words to describe spring to describe the good weather that day.

On that day, Song Yan seemed to be in a rare good mood.

He was sitting in the living room, waiting for Song Minghai, who had been boiled all night, to come back with the smell of nicotine and his wrinkled suit.

Then he found out that Song Minghai, who had always been a dog in a suit and leather shoes, had some gray hair, and even his face was haggard.

People who are so arrogant and proud should not allow themselves to have any failures, so they work so hard to this extent.

Song Minghai sat down on the sofa opposite him, lit a cigarette, and threw a document in front of him: "Signed."

"Power of Attorney for Acting Shareholders' Rights and Interests"

Party B: Song Minghai

Party A: To be filled

Not surprisingly.

Qin Qingqing thought that Song Minghai would definitely request to continue to act on his behalf of the shareholders' rights and interests, so he thought of some ways to stumble Song Minghai's footsteps, so that he didn't come back until noon.

And the reason why Song Yan is waiting for him here is just to tell him in front of him: "Sorry, President Song, I just sold all my shares two hours ago, so I can't sign this power of attorney. already."

Song Minghai's knuckles paused, the scarlet fireworks suddenly extinguished between the slender knuckles, and then lowered his head and lightly crushed the cigarette butt: "Impossible, she doesn't have so much money in her hands."

So talking to a smart person like Song Minghai is very labor-saving.

It is also easier to dial in a thousand pounds.

Song Yan was noncommittal: "So I confiscated her money. Or I haven't received her money for the time being."

The slender fingers that were crushing the cigarette butts suddenly exerted force, and the cigarette handle was instantly bent at an abrupt angle, with the ashtray on the coffee table making a screeching screeching sound, completely breaking the repressed calm in the living room.

Song Minghai raised his head and looked at Song Yan, his stern eyebrows were filled with deep anger: "Song Yan, do you know what you did?"

Song Yan replied calmly, "I know."

"You know? You know you still do this?" Song Minghai's voice was full of anger, "She has no blood relationship with you, so why do you trust her!"

"Isn't this something you should reflect on?" Song Yan turned her eyes away, "Why would I rather trust someone who is not related to me than trust you? Haven't you thought about the reason?"

"I'm your dad! No matter what I do, I can't harm you!" Song Minghai tapped on the coffee table with his knuckles, with a sudden blue vein on the back of his hand, "No matter what I do, it's for your own good! But She's an outsider, why do you think she helps you?"

"It's my pleasure." Song Yan seemed to be in a good mood today, stood up and picked up her schoolbag, "Anyway, the contract has been signed, it's useless for you to talk to me, instead of talking nonsense with me here, it's better to think about what to do. How to keep your company. After all, you shouldn't be able to beat me now, so we'd better get together today."

Song Yan walked out the door without looking back.

Song Minghai stood up and shouted, "Stop for me!"

Song Yan really stopped, then turned around, and said "Oh" as if he suddenly remembered something, "I forgot to tell you, this weekend I will go back to Nanwu to see Xia Zhiye, celebrate his birthday with him, and help you by the way. Say hello to Mr. Xia, you're welcome. As for you saying that you are my dad, no matter what you do, it won't hurt me..."

"Maybe." Song Yan paused slightly, nodded and said, "After all, I was almost sent to the ICU twice, how can I hurt me. It's just that I can't afford this kind of fatherly love, so I'm an adult now. , we'd better keep a certain distance in the future. I wish you a smooth acquisition, and see you Mr. Song. "

Song Yan really didn't look back this time.

When the door was closed, there was a loud cracking sound of porcelain hitting the door, indicating Song Minghai's incompetent anger, and he found it extremely pleasant to listen to.

Looking up and squinting at the clear spring sky overhead, thought to self, the weather is so good today, the plane will not be delayed.

By the time Xia Zhiye finished the last subject of science and comprehensive, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

The second semester of senior year at Nanwu No. 3 Middle School is not worthy of having weekends, so Xia Zhiye must go to Ruan Tian to ask for leave first.

It would have been a very simple thing in his plan.

Because Ruan Tian has always been considerate and knows about him and Song Yan, and Xia Zhiye already has a guaranteed gold medal in the Mathematics Olympiad, so Lai can go to the strong foundation class in Qingbei, so most teachers in the school now have Turning a blind eye to him, Ruan Tian has no reason to refuse.

But Ruan Tian refused.

Ruan Tian sat in the office without hesitation: "Just stay with me at school and don't even think about going anywhere."

"Don't, Sister Tian, ​​it's Song Yan's birthday today. If I don't go, I'll definitely be dumped. If I'm dumped, I'll lose my love. If I'm lost, I'll definitely be in a bad mood. Depressed, when a person is decadent, he may not even be able to take the college entrance examination. So for the sake of our school's performance this year, Tianmei, please help me open a fake note, please, my cutest and most beautiful Tianmei~"

Xia Zhiye even threatened and acted coquettishly, and even dragged Ruan Tian's wrist and shook it pitifully, blinking his bewitching peach blossom eyes endlessly.

There is simply no lower limit as much as possible.

But to no avail.

Ruan Tian, ​​who has always had a sweet smile, still refused coldly and ruthlessly: "No, I told you to stay honest at school, you have to stay honest at school. No discussion."

Xia Zhiye had never seen Ruan Tian so strict and indifferent. His intuition should be what happened, but when he looked at the time, it was almost late, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he could only hold the strap of his schoolbag and threw a sentence, "Teacher, I Go first, the slips will come back and then make up." He hurriedly turned around and walked out the door.

Ruan Tian got up quickly, and before he could speak to stop him, Xia Zhiye's figure stopped at the door by himself.

Someone outside the door was leaning lazily on the door frame with the strap of his schoolbag hooked on one shoulder. When he saw Xia Zhiye coming out, he arrogantly rolled his eyelids: "Where do you want to go?"

The sharp and beautiful Danfeng eyes, the cold temperament that is not easy to provoke, the pale to some morbid complexion, and the courage to block Xia Zhiye blatantly at the door of the office.

Apart from Song Yan, there will be no second person.

But why is Song Yan here?

Didn't he tell himself that he was very busy today, so he wasn't interested in celebrating his birthday, so he didn't let himself see him.

Originally, I was ready to sneak to Beijing by myself, first behead and then perform, and celebrate my birthday before kneeling on the washboard, but Song Yan suddenly appeared here, what does it mean?

Before he could recover from the anxiety just now, such a big surprise was thrown by his head, and Xia Zhiye froze in place for a while: "Why are you here?"

The tone seemed to be too flattered and did not slow down.

The person in front of him still raised his eyelids, and his tone was rude: "Why can't I come, you opened the third middle school?"

Xia Zhiye: "No..."

"Or do you think I shouldn't come?"

"no……"

"Then what do you mean?"

Song Yan was arrogant and arrogant.

It happened to be at the door of the office, and Xia Zhiye couldn't do anything, so he could only stand in front of Song Yan obediently, asking and answering whatever, with a kind of tenderness of "I don't know why I have to coax him, but I'll talk about it first."

When did Ruan Tian see the appearance of their three middle-aged bullies, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Okay, you two pay attention to the influence. After the play is finished with you, you can quickly leave me with the fake note, don't let it go. Get in my way here."

As he said that, he pushed the signed slip from the table.

Only then did Xia Zhiye fully react, he was deceived by Ruan Tian and Song Yan united.

Little thing, he also learned to collude with the teacher to deliberately make him worry and be afraid, and he is more courageous.

Xia Zhiye looked down at Song Yan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and rubbed his lower teeth lightly.

This expression is a very dangerous warning.

In order to ensure that he would not be subjected to any nasty things on the sacred campus, Song Yan hurriedly turned around and ran away.

Xia Zhiye picked up the fake note from the table and quickly followed.

So before Song Yan could run away, Xia Zhiye pulled his wrist and blocked him into an inaccessible corner.

When the oppressive height advantage and the familiar hormonal aura pressed firmly in front of Song Yan, he hurriedly pushed, just as he was about to justly warn Xia Zhiye not to defile the pure campus, when he heard a low voice from above his head. One sentence: "It's too hard to run back and forth, why don't you just wait for me to find you."

The voice was low and soft, wrapped in the heartache and longing that could not be hidden, it fell into Song Yan's ear, and his heart moved when he heard it.

He lowered his eyelids and answered lightly, "Because I don't want you to come to me all the time. You are my boyfriend, and I am your boyfriend too."

So their love and devotion should be a two-way ticket to each other.

Instead of Xia Zhiye's heartache and dedication.

When he heard this sentence, Xia Zhiye suddenly felt an indescribable heartbeat.

Their family, Song Daxi, is indeed an 18-year-old big friend. They have learned to love others and are more likeable.

Xia Zhiye looked at his trembling eyelashes, lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on his eyelids: "Song Yan, I'm very happy."

I'm glad you wanted to see me when I wanted to see you.

"So can I kiss you now?"

Xia Zhiye lowered his head slowly and moved it towards Song Yan's lips little by little.

Song Yan just tightened the fingers hanging by his side, but did not refuse.

The evening spring light outside the window is ambiguous.

The narrow and empty corner of the campus is a good place for teenagers to express their love secretly.

However, at the moment when their lips were about to touch, they suddenly heard an incomparably angry scream from behind Xia Zhiye: "Master Xia! Shut me up! How can you carry your brother Yan on your back? Kiss someone else! You scumbag!!!"

So all the beautiful and charming atmosphere disappeared in an instant.

Xia Zhiye sighed lowly.

Strictly blocked by his figure, Song Yan, who could only vaguely see that there was someone here, was used to the death of the society to the point of numbness: "Get up."

"Little Fatty is still young, don't give up."

After saying that, Xia Zhiye moved away, revealing Song Yan who was pushed against the corner by him.

Song Yan leaned against the wall and stared coldly at Xiao Chuan and Zhao Ruiwen who suddenly widened their eyes at the other end of the corridor. He was about to make a death threat, but before he could speak, two excited screams cut through the sky in the next second. Live earthquake stunned.

Immediately afterwards, two figures, one fat and one thin, rushed towards him at a rocket-like speed: "Brother Yan!!! You are finally back!!! We miss you so much!!!"

The two hugged Song Yan one by one from the left to the right, making Song Yan unable to move, let alone murder, and even brought a brutal sonic attack.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Why didn't you tell us when you came back. Do you only have Ye U bro in your heart and we don't have friends like us."

"Wuwuwu, why are you so thin, brother Yan, you're almost half as wide as a chubby boy."

"Brother Yan, you didn't get abused when you went home."

"It must have been abused, where is the wound, let me see, let me help you with love... Ow! Master Xia, take it easy!

It's okay to hold and howl for a few words, how come you still lift up your clothes.

Xia Zhiye directly used violence to pull the two away from Song Yan: "Don't do anything, are you two tired of living?"

"No, Master Xia, the two of us are just two big straight men. Why are you jealous of us, we just care about Brother Yan." Zhao Ruiwen was very dissatisfied with Xia Zhiye's domineering behavior, "But Brother Yan, why are you here? Are you back again?"

"No." Song Yan hooked the strap of the schoolbag on his shoulder, "I'll just come back and have a look."

"What's so good about the three..."

"You're stupid, it's Brother Yan's birthday today." Before Zhao Ruiwen could finish speaking, Fatty interrupted directly.

Only then did Zhao Ruiwen suddenly realize, and slapped his forehead: "Yeah! Today is Jingzhe! What the hell, I said, don't get up tonight!"

Song Yan: "? Where are you going?"

Zhao Ruiwen was very excited: "Going through the coming-of-age ceremony! You are now a real man! You have to do what a real man should do! Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of time for you to travel thousands of miles to find Master Xia. Let's go, You have to pass every exam, get two cups, and then just get down to business!"

Zhao Ruiwen was righteous and impassioned.

Fatty: "...?"

Song Yan: "...??"

Xia Zhiye: "...???"

What the hell is Zhao Ruiwen doing?

I usually look honest, but my thoughts are so wretched and dirty?

The most important thing is that he has no interest in doing what a man should do with Xia Zhiye!

Song Yan had red ears, kicked Xia Zhiye fiercely, turned around and left.

Zhao Ruiwen looked stunned: "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"

"You still ask what's wrong?" Xia Zhiye kicked over, "You don't know that brother is thin-skinned? You talk about this kind of thing? You're impatient, aren't you?"

"???" Zhao Ruiwen looked innocent, "No, as a man, on the first day of adulthood, I finally don't need to open a black card, and I can go to an Internet cafe to experience it in an open and honest manner. What's the embarrassment? beat?"

"...?"

The remaining three people paused, and all asked a question mark?

The more Zhao Ruiwen said, the more incomprehensible he became: "This is 18 years old! Isn't it delicious for a man to be an 18-year-old with an all-nighter at the first page of the Internet cafe? Wouldn't it be nice to call Zhou Ziqiu and Wu Hei to go out? What the hell is going on with you?! "

"..."

long silence.

It turned out that the wretched and dirty person was actually me.

Little Fatty sighed deeply: "Brother Yan."

Song Yan said coldly, "Yes."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't let this stupid straight man appear in front of you, I'll take him away now."

"Row."

After he finished speaking, Xiaopang dragged and didn't realize what he said wrongly, Zhao Ruiwen, and fled at a faster speed than when he came.

Xia Zhiye finally couldn't help laughing, and put his arms around Song Yan's shoulder: "Why, Brother Yan, do you want to consider another kind of coming-of-age ceremony that a real man should go through on the first night of eighteen?"

Go for the coming-of-age ceremony!

shameless!

"...Xia Zhiye, you need a face!"

Song Yan kicked him away with a ruthless kick, with a stinky face and red ears, and quickly walked out.

Xia Zhiye quickly followed with a smile, and hugged Song Yan's shoulder.

After a whole year, the two of them finally walked down the long tree-lined road of No. 3 Middle School together again, the old street full of fireworks, and the road that represented home. Wine Lane.

One is still smiling, the other is scolding, laughing and scolding, and it seems that it is no different from those days before.

It's just that Song Yan no longer has the school uniform of No. 3 Middle School, the shops on both sides of the street have also been opened, and the alley of Zaijiu Lane has also written a bright red demolition word.

After all, that day was the last time they walked in front of the old street in the same school uniform.

The boyhood time that was missed that year was ultimately the boyhood time that could never be regained no matter how hard tried for the rest of life.

Because over the years there are always things that have quietly changed in places you can't see.

But the same will never change.

When she heard their voices, the little mahjong would still rush out with her short short legs, hug Song Yan's legs, and say, "Brother Yan, little mahjong misses you so much."

When Grandma Liu saw Song Yan, tears still came out of her heart, and she grabbed his hand and kept saying, "Why are you so thin, how did your adults take care of you, how can you be thin? That's it."

The small and warm bungalow yard is always so warm and crowded.

The longevity noodles made by my grandma are still delicious.

A table full of birthday feasts, the best meat, the most nutritious ingredients, and the most essential parts are still always put into Song Yan's bowl.

And Grandma Liu knew it was not easy for these two children, so after the birthday banquet, she took the little mahjong to rest early, leaving time and space for these two children who were really not easy.

Song Yan was lying on the window sill of the bedroom, looking at the night sky outside the window, without speaking for a long time.

Xia Zhiye came to his side, lay beside him in the same posture, and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

"I didn't watch anything, I was just thinking that if Zaijiu Lane is really demolished next year, the home you gave me will be gone."

When Song Yan said this, his tone was very light, but Xia Zhiye could hear the sadness inside.

He took Song Yan's hand: "Come with me."

Song Yan was led by him to the sofa in the living room and sat down, then watched Xia Zhiye open the drawer under the coffee table, and immediately saw the familiar seaweed green Omega watch.

Recalling the experience of being deceived by Xia Zhiye, the anger instantly dimmed the sadness, and just as he was about to beat Xia Zhiye again, Xia Zhiye hurriedly hugged him tightly and held it in his arms: "I was wrong, you want to beat me later. Hit, wait for me to show you something first."

Look at the fart!

Song Yan stretched out his legs to kick Xia Zhiye, and a photo album appeared in front of him immediately.

A long-term photo album that looks really old, with a row of "my family" written in tender handwriting on the cover.

Song Yan stopped: "What is this?"

"This is my home." Xia Zhiye opened the first page and pointed to the old photo, "This is when my mother was pregnant with me, and this is my father. So this is a family photo of our family of three."

"and then?"

"Then you turn back."

Song Yan sat on Xia Zhiye's lap, and was wrapped in his arms by him. Page after page, there were all photos of him and his father and mother. It could be seen that they were a very happy family, but he didn't know Xia Edano showed him the purpose of this.

Just as he was about to ask a question, his fingertips stopped when he saw a photo.

The photo is the first time they were secretly photographed and posted on the post bar, the photo called elopement.

This photo is followed by a photo of them participating in a parent-child activity at an amusement park.

Then there are the photos of him being secretly taken when he was asleep, the photos of winning the prize in the English speech contest, and the photos of wearing a wedding dress when he played Liang Zhu.

All are his pictures.

It is also the only existence in this album other than him and his parents.

Song Yan flipped through the album at a slower and slower pace.

Xia Zhiye hugged him and whispered in his ear: "This album was my favorite thing when I was a child, and after my parents passed away, this album became my home in my heart, so I put your photo in When I came in, I thought about it, I wanted to spend a lifetime with you, a lifetime of living together in the same home."

"It has nothing to do with where the house is, or whether we can be on the same household registration book. It has nothing to do with whether we are together or whether we still love each other."

"I know it's naive and unreliable to say these words at our age, but at least I'm thinking about it seriously now, and I'll work hard to do it all my life, so I hope you You can trust me."

"Originally, I booked a very good hotel restaurant in Beijing, and prepared very romantic ceremonies and gifts, including a violin band, a cake tower, roses, and candlelight fragrance, but who knew that you would come back after a surprise attack. Nanwu has made me feel like an incompetent boyfriend without any preparations."

"But fortunately, I carry this thing with me. I want to give it to you as your eighteenth birthday present. I don't know if you are willing to accept it or not."

"So Song Yan, are you willing to be my lover, family, and someone who will spend a lifetime together?"

Xia Zhiye's voice was so gentle and firm.

Like the spring water during the peach blossom flood season, gurgling through the night, bringing a lifetime of beautiful spring scenery.

Song Yan turned to look at him, and he also looked at Song Yan.

Then Song Yan found out why his eyes were so good-looking, so good-looking that he couldn't help lowering his head and kissing her lightly.

This shallow kiss soon received the warmest and gentlest response.

Until the album fell to the ground, the roses blooming on the windowsill silently dropped a petal.

Song Yan leaned over Xia Zhiye and said in a low voice, "Xia Zhiye, this time I'm not too young, my body is better, and I'm willing."

So he figured it wouldn't matter if they were beautiful this spring.

The author has something to say:

[1]: It doesn't matter if you are beautiful in spring