"I..." The little Zhou Ziheng cried and thrust, "My mother is not here."

The girl's steps paused, "Is that so? My mother is no longer here..."

The six-year-old boy hugged his legs and his face burst into tears, "Sister, I'm scared. Many people look at me, I want to cry."

"I'm not my sister," he pulled Zhou Ziheng away, squatted down and pressed his shoulder, "Also, don't be afraid."

"There's nothing to be afraid of."

The face that was washed away from the memories was unable to calm down. The face that was washed away by time in memory was gradually integrated with the girl in the album.

"Who is this?"

Xia Xiqing's harsh words became true, and Xia Zhixu really lost. He simply threw down the handle in his hand, walked over and picked up the album, squinted his eyes and looked at it, and suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Xia Xiqing, look! Your beauty is shadying history!"

"What the hell..." Xia Xiqing was still immersed in the excitement of winning the game. Seeing him so happy and a little confused. When she walked over, she saw that there was a girl wearing a white long dress with black hair and waist-length. The photo was not very clear, but the background behind it was clearly the Xia Zhixu family.

Xia Zhixu seemed to have a treasure and gave it to everyone to watch childishly, "I tell you, this is the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school. Anyway, it's summer vacation. I, Xia Xiqing and Chen Fang, the three of us played games together. He lost three games in a row, and we forced us to wear my mother's skirt. It was my mother who helped us dress him together. Isn't it beautiful? Hahahaha."

Xia Xiqing glanced at him with disgust, "What the hell, this is nothing, just make a fool of yourself."

"Really, all the physical evidence is placed here and the witness will be here in a while! Your memory is too bad, and you don't remember such important things."

"My hippocampus has his own thoughts, and I don't remember any embarrassing things." Xia Xi glanced at him innocently, but turned his head to see Zhou Ziheng staring at the photo. He kicked Zhou Ziheng's legs with his feet, "Hey, stop watching."

Zhou Ziheng suddenly raised his head, looked at Xia Xiqing's face carefully, and then looked down at the photos, repeating them several times.

"Why do you still look at it if you don't want to watch it?" Xia Xi was about to grab the photo album, but Zhou Ziheng suddenly hugged him, "You are that girl!"

Xia Xiqing pushed him away, "Who is a girl? Talk to me!"

Zhou Ziheng anxiously asked Xia Zhixu for verification, "Did you go to a park at that time?"

"Yes! My mother took us to Zhongshan Park." Xia Zhixu sat on the sofa, laughing non-stop, grabbing Xu Qichen's hand and rubbing his stomach. "But later he didn't know where he ran alone, so he took a long walk to find him. I thought he was autistic at the time, and the women's clothing boss Xia Xiqing hahaha."

What.

Why didn't he have any impression of it? Could it be that his childhood was so miserable that he chose to forget so many things?

However, looking back on the past, all Xia Xiqing could remember was pain and torture, and there was almost no happy thing. He didn't remember any big shots in women's clothing.

But when I thought about it carefully, some pictures suddenly flashed through Xia Xiqing's mind, the small amusement park in the park, the lawn under the roller coaster, and a child who was so crying that he stuttered and stuttered, dragging him and not letting go.

No wonder he always felt that Zhou Ziheng looked familiar when he was a child.

"It won't be such a coincidence..."

Zhou Ziheng's face was filled with excitement, "My first drama was filmed in Hankou. Last time I wanted to go to that park to see it, but I didn't mention it because I was afraid that you would be unhappy."

Xu Qichen, who had been listening to the conversations of several people, tried hard to figure out his ideas, "Wait a minute, so you met when you were a child?"

"He is the sister I liked when I was a child." Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand, and Xia Xiqing spread his hand apart and held his forehead, "What sister... Oh, I have a headache."

"Yes! I got lost in the park, and he folded roses for me with paper." Zhou Ziheng didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment, and he could hardly believe that the young lady was Xia Xiqing. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand, "Can you still fold it now?"

"It seems..." Xia Xiqing pulled a piece of paper and lowered her head, "I'll try..."

"Damn Xia Xiqing, you have been delaying others since you were a child."

"Tsk tsk, I don't dare to write novels like this..."

"Brother, you look so good in a skirt!"

"Shut up……"

The room was in chaos, and Zhou Ziheng didn't say a word. He felt like he was dreaming. He was dizzy, as if he was flying into the clouds. There was nothing happier than this.

The shocking glance that I had never forgotten at the beginning, after going around for fifteen years, I actually returned to my side.

It turns out that the so-called white rose is the red rose in front of you.

"You are my first love."

This sentence fell lightly in Xia Xiqing's ears like a feather. He lowered his head, and the memories lost in the long river of time seemed to be really recovering little by little. The crying little dumpling turned out to be the person in front of him.

"What..." Xia Xiqing murmured quietly, "I have been eating my own jealous for a long time."

He raised his head and looked at each other, and both of them couldn't help but laugh.

"I hated you so much at the beginning," Zhou Ziheng also found it funny, "Why didn't I recognize you when I first met you? I'm so stupid."

Looking back on his first meeting with tit-for-tat, Zhou Ziheng was full of regret.

"I forgive you." Xia Xiqing pinched his chin and smiled proudly, "For the sake of your crush on me for so long."

Fortunately, it's okay.

They didn't miss it.

Xia Xiqing smiled and placed the folded paper rose in the palm of Zhou Ziheng's hand.

The crying child stumbled over from the fog of time, and ran into his arms with the spring breeze.

Tears turned into gentle kisses, and childishness turned into enthusiasm.

Hug him, who had been gritting his teeth and holding on for many years, and gently patted him on the back.
Chapter completed!