You are like the warm sun

Chapter 69 Take him home
During this period, she lived in Shao Zhouci's rental house and never returned home.

A thin layer of dust accumulated on the table, covering up the atmosphere of life that once existed there.

Shao Zhouci, visiting for the first time, stood in the living room wearing a pair of gray slippers, looking around her home. Unlike his cold and monotonous rental house, this one was exquisite, decorated in warm and bright colors, which made people feel relaxed.

Looking at this, it seems like I have a glimpse of her previous life trajectory.

His eyes moved around and then landed on the picture frame on the TV counter.

The man in the photo looks kind and has an elegant temperament. His expression is slightly restrained when he looks at the camera.

Is this her father?
He stared at it for a long time.

"Aci, this is my room."

The girl not far away waved at him.

His eyes moved slightly and he walked over to take a look.

Her room was very tidy, with light pink and light blue walls, fresh and clean. There were many stuffed toys on the headboard of the big bed in the middle, and the huge wardrobe was only half full of clothes.

Tang Wan walked to the desk, opened the drawer skillfully, and took out a photo album.

This time, the boy walked to her side without her having to call out.

She turned the album to the first page and showed it to him. Her fingertips touched a photo of three people, and a smile played on the corners of her lips. "Look, this is my mother. Isn't she beautiful?"

Shao Zhouci looked in the direction of her fingertips, his expression softening slightly, "Hmm."

Aunt Tang is indeed a beauty and very photogenic.

But his attention was drawn to the two-year-old girl in the photo. She had two ponytails, a small windmill in one hand and a colorful lollipop in the other. She was held by her parents, smiling at the camera. Her face was white and tender, and her eyes were like two black glass beads, light and beautiful.

This was the young Tang Wan whom he had never seen before.

Shao Zhouci curled his lips quietly, "It turns out you look more like your mother."

Tang Wan smiled, "My dad said the same thing. He said a daughter should look like her mother. If she does, she'll get uglier. A neighbor once complimented me, saying, 'You're looking more and more like your dad,' and I thought she was scolding me for being ugly, so I cried my heart out." Her words were so vivid that Shao Zhouci couldn't help but imagine the little girl wiping her tears in grievance, sobbing as she walked home on her short legs to complain...

so cute.

Tang Wan pulled him to sit on the bed, slowly looked through the photos in the album, and shared her own growth experience with him.

This album records her life from birth to 17 years old, even the year when she was five years old and was hit by the earthquake. Among them is a photo of her standing in front of the ruins, holding a teddy bear and crying.

She didn't know what kind of mood her father was in when he helped her record that moment.

That is the most painful and unforgettable memory for many people.

Turning the pages of the photo album, she watched herself grow up from a tiny newborn baby, feeling mixed emotions.

After the two of them finished looking at it together, Shao Zhouci took the album and looked through it again by himself.

Tang Wan looked at him, suddenly curious, "Aci, what were you like when you were a child?"

Hearing her question, Shao Zhouci was stunned and his fingers curled up unconsciously.

After a long silence, he finally spoke slowly: "I don't remember, there are no photos."

"Not a single one?"

"should."

In fact, he had taken elementary school graduation photos and junior high school graduation photos before, but he didn't keep any of them and didn't know where he threw them all away.

Tang Wan was a little surprised.

She frowned and thought for a while, then said "Wait a moment" and got up and left the room.

(End of this chapter)