You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Xiao Yao cried out and reached out to Shen Jie, but he couldn't touch her no matter what he did;

Then Shen Tianyun came to say goodbye, saying that because of the good deeds he and his stepmother had done early on, his grandfather would never agree to their marriage, and therefore, Tianyun would soon cease to exist.

Xiao Yao cried loudly in his dream. When he woke up, the feeling of wanting to cry was still there, but he couldn't cry at all.

What a bizarre dream.

strange.

I glanced at the wall clock; it was almost 9 o'clock—that damn phone alarm hadn't worked at all. Luckily, I woke up; it wasn't too late.

I picked up my phone and saw that Shen Jie had sent me a QQ message at 3 a.m., telling me not to think too much—she probably hadn't slept well either, and of course, she hadn't gotten up yet.

Xiao Yao proactively sent Shen Jie a "Good morning" message, telling her to relax and that he hadn't taken it to heart.

Then I checked the two missed calls, and they were from Yu Luying.

I quickly called back.

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“Hey, silly girl,” Xiao Yao said, “I’m up. I didn’t oversleep. I set an alarm, but it didn’t wake me up. Luckily, I have my biological clock.”

"..."

"I won't be late. After all, today is our first official date—is it really?" Xiao Yao said cheerfully, "I finally got 60 in all subjects. How could I oversleep or forget to go to the War Park? That's impossible."

"..."

"Meet me at the park entrance? Why? Let's walk together."

"..."

"Okay, that'll make it feel more like a date."

Tianyun next door was sleeping like a little pig. Xiao Yao originally planned to go out alone to get breakfast and maybe bring Tianyun a large rice ball with extra toppings and soy milk, but seeing that he didn't have time, he gave up.

Today is cloudy turning partly cloudy, which is quite nice weather.

Our daily leveling-up routine under the bridge will be suspended for the day because Yu Bo has to go out.

Having just scored 60 points on all four math, physics, chemistry, and biology tests yesterday, Yu Luying scheduled her boat trip to the War Park for today.

Xiao Yao changed into his outdoor clothes and looked in the mirror.

Speaking of which, is today the first time I've had a "proper" "date" with Yu Luying?

Does that count? The last time we watched a movie together, we were still classmates or friends.

Anyway, you can't dress too casually.

Xiao Yao picked out a Hawaiian print shirt, which is the outfit worn by Tommy, the protagonist of GTAVC. He really liked the "sassy" feel of it.

To match this shirt, he found a pair of loose-fitting beach shorts—clothes he had bought but rarely wore.

I'll just wear the basketball shoes Shen Jie bought me; there aren't many suitable ones anyway.

Xiao Yao put on a pair of large sunglasses, smiled, and the boy in the mirror smiled back.

Clothes make the man. Since Shen Jie arrived, Xiao Yao's fashion sense has improved dramatically, and he has become much more confident and energetic.

The main reason is that there are more options to choose from in the wardrobe; the material base determines the superstructure.

I have no way to repay the young lady's kindness, so I can only offer myself to her.

I'd better not wear sunglasses, otherwise I won't be able to wear glasses and it will be uncomfortable no matter what.

Close the door and set off.

The distance from my home to the War Park is neither too far nor too close; you can take bus number 6 directly there.

Xiao Yao boarded the bus, paid the fare, and found an empty seat.

It's about time this No. 6 bus got a new one. The paint on this old bus is peeling and worn, the seats are worn smooth, and the windows rattle loudly when it's running. It might just be one of the buses I rode on when I was a kid.

Well, it's good to be nostalgic.

That year, most bus routes in Shanghai were replaced with gasoline-powered buses, but this No. 6 bus was still the long trolleybus with two long braids, which is truly nostalgic.

The sound of this tram is different from that of a gasoline car. It has two carriages connected by a large turntable, which can be twisted at the waist.

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In my childhood memories, the "No. 6 trolleybus" was a symbol associated with "War Park," a train to heaven.

However, there used to be a ticket seller, but now everyone has to pay with coins.

How many ticket sellers will lose their jobs because of this? Xiao Yao thought sadly.

I remember when I lived in Suzhou, my parents would take me back to Shanghai during every holiday—winter or summer vacation.

The advantage of summer vacation is that it's longer, while the advantage of winter vacation is that you can celebrate the Spring Festival. It's hard to say which one Xiao Yao would prefer.

Can't we have them all?

In Xiao Yao's childhood mind, Shanghai was blue, and his dream was to return to Shanghai to live someday.

The bustling metropolis of yesterday is your smiling face; the banks of the Yellow River bear witness to your brilliance today…

On the day when the magnolia flowers bloom...

Grandma, Grandpa, Shiqipu Wharf, relatives, old alleyways, crooked beach, cousins, older cousins, lucky money, firecrackers, fireworks, sprinters, Pearl of the Orient...

These scattered keywords together construct his fond memories of the city.

But now...

Things are pretty good now.

One of the places we frequented back then was the War Park.

I say I "go there often," but actually I don't go that often, so I get really excited every time I go.

The Hundred Flowers Garden, Animal Island, and the Pavilion in the middle of the lake are all precious childhood memories.

When I was a child, I saw other parents taking their children boating on the lake, and I asked my parents to let me go with them.

Even now, the album still contains a photo of the family of three rowing a boat together, except that the "mother's" face has been cut out.

Xiao Yao still remembers those big tigers and big sissies.

There were also monkeys.

In the blink of an eye, how many years have passed?

Xiao Yao shook his head, as if that would shake the image of his "mother" out of his memory.

The tram bumped along and soon arrived at Kongjiang Road.

After getting off the bus, it only took a few steps to reach the main entrance of the War Park.

Many years later, the park's main entrance is still the same as I remember, with a few food stalls and flower girls running around, enthusiastically promoting their flowers.

They told me not to be late, but where are my own people now?

There are so many naughty kids during summer vacation!

"Brother, brother!" The flower girl rushed over when she saw a new customer: "Buy a flower for your girlfriend!"

Buying flowers? Girlfriend? Xiao Yao suddenly felt a childlike urge and asked, "Little girl, how did you know your brother has a girlfriend?"

"With such good looks, he must be here on a date with his girlfriend!"

Well, now that you put it that way, it makes perfect sense.

"Then guess how many girlfriends your brother has?"

"Two!" The little girl tilted her head and thought for a few seconds: "There's also an older sister chasing after you!"

Xiao Yao gasped and took two steps back: "How did you know?!"

The little girl smiled innocently: "Because I can see the red thread on your body, big brother!"

Red line?

Xiao Yao chose a rose.

"I suggest you choose this one." The girl didn't take out the one Xiao Yao had chosen, but instead picked another one from the side.

"This one isn't even open yet, is it?" Xiao Yao looked at the rose, which could only be described as a bud, with some dissatisfaction. He reached into the little girl's bouquet and pulled out the one he had chosen, paying 10 yuan.

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The young girl accepted the money and didn't insist any further.

“Little girl,” Xiao Yao said, biting a rose in his mouth, “could you tell your brother more specifically about the red line you saw?”

"However, one of them has already started to turn black," the flower girl said.

"Turns black?!" Xiao Yao was shocked.

Just as the flower-selling girl was about to continue speaking, Xiao Yao heard a thumping sound behind him.

He subconsciously turned around and saw Yu Lihua's moped parked at the entrance of the park square.

"A flower that has fully bloomed will wither very quickly."

Xiao Yao turned around, but the flower-selling girl had already disappeared.