Note: This is a micro-group portrait. My group portrait writing is actually not very good, which is bad.
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Seven-year-old Song Chaoyu turned himself into an "autistic mushroom" because of his parents' divorce. After moving, Jiang Yueshi, the cold-faced handsome guy upstairs, pulled him out of the shadows with "Are you doing photosynthesis here?"
In the next ten years, Jiang Yueshi undertook Song Chaoyue's growth in an extremely personal way - saying "Don't follow me" with a cold face, while slowing down to wait for him on the way to school; while despising him for being clingy, he handed over his sleeves and let him drag him away. In his "cold style warmth", Song Chaoyun has successfully evolved into a loyal dog that belongs to him alone, with a level of clinginess that puts even dogs to shame.
The parents of the two families have long been surprised - they can't find their children? Go upstairs and downstairs and knock on the door. There must be someone in another house.
On the day after the college entrance examination, Song Chaoyu drank his first can of beer and drunkenly blocked Jiang Yueshi at the entrance of the alley. The street lamp overlapped the shadows of the two people. He supported the wall and poured out all the words that Jiang Yueshi had saved for ten years from the age of eight to eighteen, between himself and the mottled brick wall.
"You said I was doing photosynthesis back then," he lowered his head, the tip of his nose almost touching Jiang Yueshi's forehead, "Actually, I was waiting for you."
Jiang Yueshi pressed her back against the wall, looking up at him without saying anything or hiding.
Song Chaoyun's voice was muffled, smelling of alcohol and the seriousness of a young man who didn't care: "Jiang Yueshi, no matter what happens in the future, I will never let go."
The night wind rustled the banyan leaves. Jiang Yueshi was quiet for a long time, so long that Song Chaoyue almost woke up from the wine.
Then he reached out, grabbed Song Chaoyun's collar, and pulled him down two inches. The voice was as low as the wind passing over the lampshade of a street lamp, but it hit Song Chaoyue's ears word by word: "Who told you to let go."
Later, someone asked Song Chaoyue, who of you two was attracted first. Song Chaoyun thought about it seriously for a long time and couldn't tell.
Jiang Yueshi turned a page of the book beside him without raising his head: "Me."
Song Chaoyue was stunned.
"Seven years old." Jiang Yueshi's tone was as calm as saying that the weather is nice today, "otherwise, who do you think would water a mushroom every day?"
Purpose: Water the mushrooms every day