When he turned his gaze to the advertising balloon in the sky again, he saw a trace of water droplets hitting the bright floor-to-ceiling window that seemed to be non-existent.

“It’s raining…”

Chen Du climbed up with all his strength and pressed his body against the floor-to-ceiling window. His eyes looked down through the twelve floors and saw the Chehe River wandering like a long dragon under his feet, gradually blurring in his sight.

"Damn it!"

"What kind of hotel is this? It's five-star! Even the glass is so perfunctory."

Shen Du wiped the piece of glass in his sight with his hands as if he was crazy, and only then did he realize that he could not touch the other side of the glass.

And what blurred his vision was not the innocent rain outside the window at all.

"What's this?"

Chen Du subconsciously wiped his cheeks.

These are tears.

Didn’t he always believe in the deepness, and reality doesn’t require tears?

How many years have he not cried?

‘Pick’

A drop of tears that had never been wiped away fell in front of the glass window that was so tightly attached to it. He looked at the ridiculous tears tightly, but found that the eyes that should have been flowing more and more... the line of vision that could not be seen clearly was inexplicably clear.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him, he saw a vivid world that only existed in his memory.

"This is!!"

Seeing the depth of this scene, I stood up straight and pressed my entire face against this mirror.

It's like...

He wished he could pass through this mirror and reach the world that was transformed in his eyes.

So, what exactly did Shen Du see?

Chen Du saw the scene that happened sixteen years ago that actually happened... the first time he met Ruan Rou.

He remembered that he and Ruan Rou met one summer.

That day was a sunny day.

Even if it was only seven o'clock in the morning, it could not stop the terrifying heat in the northern city of Beijing.

How old was he at that time?

But at the age of fourteen.

What was he doing then?

He had just finished his work from the morning market next to his home. He stepped on the ragged three-wheeled wheel at home, pulled a truckload of rewards given by vegetable farmers, buried his head... and pedaled hard towards the direction of his home.

The impressed impression of this scene is that I am too deep.

He was not worried about having to get up early to work at such a young age.

There is only one thing that Shen Du cares about.

That's...

...

The scene changes accordingly.

...

What he minded was that while he was squeezing his head, in the alley, at the doorstep, under the banyan tree, the girl wearing a malan flower-colored skirt and twisting and jumping with rubber bands.

He actually only glanced at the girl at that time, really, only one glance.

For some reason, I was deeply engraved in my memory, and I remembered it for sixteen years.

Maybe it was because a strange girl appeared in front of her home?

Or was he surprised that this girl who was dressed very clean has a complexion that was extremely contrasting to her clothes?

Looking at the concentration of the scene through the glass window, I couldn't help but feel happy.

Because this man who occupied a certain position in the fashion circle finally saw the power of black and cute again.

The little girl in front of him was a disaster in the fashion circle.

But in the eyes of the fashionable and young man, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen since he was so old.

She was wearing a pair of yellow, transparent plastic sandals with crystal sequins.

Her hair was tied with colorful hairbands of the same color.

The bright colors were mixed together, but no color could cover the girl's smile while jumping and screaming.

Her cheerful smile was like the scorching sun hanging above the sun on the head, which hurt his eyes and his self-esteem that had just entered puberty...only belonged to the older boy.

Because his eyes that were too poor could tell that the girl was wearing all the most popular clothes this summer.

The price of this kind of clothing is a price that children from families like him dare not even imagine.

So, after looking up, he saw the girl's overall appearance clearly, Chen Du buried his head again.

As if he hadn't seen anyone else, he hurriedly rode by the little girl, parked the car at the door of the slum where he lived, turned over and got out, and pushed the tricycle into the yard with difficulty.

"Mom! I'm back!"

In response, Ms. He Hongying, who was deeply mom, came out of the large kitchen of the yard.

She wiped her wet hands on her apron, hurriedly came over and helped her son move the vegetables under the car.

While moving, I was worried about the harvest of the sunkenness this morning.

"Oh, generous! The stall you helped you with is so expensive, summer cucumber? You also bring two tomatoes inside."

"I saved the money for the food in these few days."

Listening to this nagging, a plastic bag in one hand emptied the small three-wheeled wheel, but did not take it seriously.

He opened the bag of the fine vegetable he said and spread the few cucumbers.

"What kind of fine dishes? The boss is not stupid!"

"This is broken during transportation, and it has no appearance and no customers will buy it."

"Look at this one, it's broken in two pieces! Don't put it until noon, it will definitely change color."

"I've given this to me now, but I'm just giving me a favor, right?"

"Just for his 'grace' spirit, I'm embarrassed to not work hard, right?"

Speaking of the depression here, he put on a sarcastic smile, picked up two cucumbers, and drilled into the big kitchen.

"Mom, I'll wash two pieces and let's chew them raw!"

Vegetables and fruits, the two meanings are similar.

Who would have thought that He Hongying, who has always been frugal, did not stop him.

But after he entered the yard with great difficulty, he stared at Ruan Rou, who was stunned in the yard, waved.

"Come on, Xiaorou, come here and let your brother Dadu wash your cucumber."

Then he shouted to the Shen Du in the big kitchen: "Da Du, wash two more pieces and give our Xiao Rou a taste."

He heard the cucumbers rushing under the faucet with a force of force under the faucet. The green cucumber with small yellow flowers was thrust into two pieces by him.

Xiaorou, my goddamn it from our family.

Chen Du frowned, stared at the two pieces of cucumber in front of him for a moment, then poked his head out of the big kitchen and asked his mother, "Mom? Who is Xiaorou?"

Everyone is standing in the yard. Are you asking knowingly?

He Hongying turned her back to Chen Du, unable to see her son's expression, and still enthusiastically introduced each other to the two children.

"Oh, you said Xiaorou, do you remember your Uncle Ruan?"
Chapter completed!