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She suddenly felt hot and kicked him under the table.

After the meal, the two cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the living room. Ji Yanchen walked behind, put the fruit in his hand on the coffee table, turned on the projector and suggested in a low voice: "Let's watch something together."

Song Shiwei responded and sat down on the carpet. He turned off the lighting in the living room. The room was warmed by the dim yellow light strips, and it felt less empty.

She especially liked the contrast between the cold and cold outside the window and the warm and dry atmosphere in the room. She hugged Mori and rubbed her chin against him. The next moment, the picture on the wall lit up. She originally thought it was a movie, but when the first frame was played, she couldn't hold back: "Is this... what my dad gave it to you?"

On the screen was a video of Song Shiwei's fourth birthday. It was held in a hotel. It was a very small but very fashionable birthday party at the time. Immediate relatives and some of her friends were invited to attend.

Ji Yanchen nodded and sat next to her: "Yes, this is my first time watching it too."

Song Shiwei looked at the blurry and old pictures in front of her with surprise and novelty.

At that time, she was younger than Qi Sheng, wearing a fluffy white princess dress, matching crown and fairy cane. Her facial features could be seen as cold since she was a child, but she was very lively and loved to laugh. Much more than now, too.

The video was shot by Song Tang, who followed his daughter's perspective throughout the whole process. It can be seen that she was really attached to her father at that time, and she spent half the time talking back to him. The other party was also very patient with her, responding to every word with a warm voice, and carefully tidying up her messy skirt and hair again and again.

On the other side, the person in charge of greeting the guests at the front is Ms. Jiang. She wears the big wave perm that was popular at that time, has bright facial features, fashionable clothes, and a very sassy manner.

When the camera swept across the two-layer cake on the table, Song Shiwei suddenly raised her finger and pointed: "My mother made this."

Ji Yanchen was a little surprised: "Auntie is so powerful?"

She nodded with a smile: "My mother's cooking skills are about as bad as mine, but she is amazing. She is particularly talented at making cakes."

In front of the camera, a little sister whispered into her ear: "Weiwei, your mother is so beautiful."

Her expression was very proud and not modest: "I also think she is beautiful."

The two little girls were holding hands and talking and laughing. A handsome little boy, accompanied by his mother, came into the mirror and shyly handed over the gift: "Weiwei, it's my birthday!"

He's not being cute, he's really slurring his words. She thanked him and took the gift from him. On top of it was a greeting card he drew, with crooked words on it: Best friends forever!

Ji Yanchen glanced sideways: "Who is this?"

Song Shiwei pretended to be sad: "My little sweetheart lived in the same community when I was a child. Later, my mother took me and moved away and we lost contact. Otherwise, he and I would probably have been childhood sweethearts."

He snorted coldly, with an arrogant expression on his face: "Not as good-looking as I was when I was a kid."

She laughed and poked his face with her finger: "When he grows up, he won't look as good as you. I saw him when I went back last month and he has already put on weight."

Ji Yanchen clasped her hand, put it to his lips and bit it, then grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.

Another little boy appeared in the picture. He was two or three years older than the other children. He was very shy. As soon as he appeared, he used his hands and feet to clamp the butterfly hairpin on her head.

Ji Yanchen looked at his face and thought it looked familiar: "Is this your brother?"

Song Shiwei said helplessly: "Yes, Qi Heng, he was also very annoying when he was a child, on par with Song Qingyu."

The one who subdued Qi Heng was a Labrador brought by a guest. He annoyed all his peers in the room but was very afraid of dogs. He hid behind his mother and quietly poked his head out to look over. The dog looked very similar to Morrie at first glance, and had a very docile and humane temperament. It was motionless even though it was surrounded by several chirping children. She was very surprised, her eyes brightened up obviously, she couldn't put it down and touched its head again and again, and finally put her birthday hat on it with a smile.

Ji Yanchen looked down at her face: "Did you like dogs when you were a child?"

Song Shiwei lay on his knees and said in a muffled voice, "Yeah, but my parents are too busy to support her."

The next scene was in the side hall. She kicked a stool in a tantrum, burst into tears, turned around and announced loudly: "Mom and I are no longer good friends! Wow, from now on, I will never like my mother again!"

Song Tang put the camera aside, held her on his lap and patiently comforted her: "Weiwei, be good, mom has urgent work, it's not that she doesn't want to accompany you. Let's celebrate again when we get home in the evening, okay?"

The more she cried, the sadder she became: "No! She's always like this! She's always anxious! Wuwuwu."

He wiped her tears with a tissue and coaxed softly: "Don't cry and be obedient. You are the protagonist today and everyone is waiting for you."

Song Shiwei lay on his lap and looked at the screen quietly, a little lost.

Ji Yanchen raised his hand and rubbed her head twice. After she regained her composure, she pulled her lower lip. Song and Tang over there finally coaxed her. Her aunt came over to give her a gift and leaned over to pinch her cheek. Son, he said seriously: "Who made our princess drop the little pearl? Catch it quickly, don't waste it."

As he spoke, the other party picked up the glass on the table and put it in front of her eyes as if to catch it. She was embarrassed and broke into tears, turning her head and burying her face in her father's arms.

The colorful candles on the cake were lit. She clasped her hands together under the gaze of everyone, closed her eyes and made a serious wish: "When I grow up, I will marry Prince Charming and live in a big, beautiful castle."

The adults couldn't help laughing when they heard this, and a child asked seriously: "Why is Prince Charming and not Prince Dark?"

Several children discussed while eating cake: "Because the white horse looks good."

A little boy wearing glasses said softly and slowly: "No, it's because Prince Charming is a Western fairy tale. In the West, white represents nobility, and white things are more expensive."

"Ah, but my dad's black car is more expensive than my uncle's white car?"

"You're stupid. Your dad's Audi has four rings, one more than your uncle's. Of course it's more expensive!"

The two people in front of the screen laughed. Song Shiwei glanced at him and sighed quietly: "It's not as good as God, but in the end we found a dark horse prince."

"You are already a dark horse, so just work hard and do hard work for the princess without any complaints."

Ji Yanchen also sighed and followed her aunt's example before, leaning over and pinching her cheek, "I'm going to get a drink. What would you like to drink, princess?"

Not long after he got up and left the living room, the screen suddenly flickered and turned black.

Song Shiwei thought there was something wrong with the projection. After waiting for a while, she knelt down and sat up and raised her hand to take a picture when the screen turned on again.

But this time the scene was no longer her birthday party, but a white wall with nothing on it.

When she was wondering, a familiar tall figure walked in.