After turning off the projector, Qi Yuying asked Shen Yinan to lock the door, then lowered her voice and whispered mysteriously: “Come, come, quietly…”

Shen Yinan was shocked by what she just said, and sat next to her grandmother obediently.

Qi Yuying piled all the photos of herself and the old man into a box, then found a book on the bookshelf.

I flipped through it a few times, but couldn't find it, so I threw it aside, found another one, and continued flipping...

There were four or five books piled up next to him, and Shen Yinan's eyes stopped on one of the English books.

The book is Shakespeare's "The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark".

It was an older version, and the pages had turned light yellow, but Shen Yinan felt inexplicably familiar with it.

When he was a freshman, he took a reading course, and the final assignment was to analyze this book. Shen Yinan borrowed a copy from the library and read it for nearly a month. One time, he accidentally wrote on the last word.

After finishing the paper, Shen Yinan returned the book on the way to hand in the homework. He wanted to borrow it again in the afternoon, but the book had been borrowed by someone else.

Shen Yinan showed a nostalgic expression and planned to return the book.

But when the book was upright, Shen Yinan was surprised to find a mark of black ballpoint pen on the spine.

Cross over the last word and string the memories together.

Shen Yinan was slightly startled.

The book was taken away, Qi Yuying had already found the photo, put the book back, and pulled Shen Yinan to sit cross-legged on the floor.

Before Shen Yinan could react, he blinked: “Grandma, that book…is it Xue Du’s?”

"yes."

Shen Yinan’s eyes lit up, and an inexplicable feeling swelled in his heart.

Could it be that Xue Du had borrowed the book that afternoon? They had an unknown intersection at that time.

What a wonderful feeling.

"It seems he forgot to return it and paid ten times more for it." Qi Yuying didn't pay much attention. "I told you he had a bad memory."

She shook the envelope in her hand and said with a smile, "Come, take a look at the cute photos of our President Xue when he was a child!"

Opening the envelope, Qi Yuying poured out a photo and handed it to Shen Yinan: “Look, is it cute?”

Shen Yinan couldn’t help laughing after just one glance.

In the photo, the three or four-year-old Xue Du is wearing a princess puffy skirt and a pearl headband on her head. Her arms are as white and cute as lotus roots. When she smiles, her eyes bend into little moons, making her look like a doll.

There was also a little girl wearing a pink puffy skirt next to her, holding a caterpillar doll in her hand, and seemed to be talking excitedly to the person taking the photo.

Xue Huaizhi was wearing a tuxedo, holding a small cake and standing aside, looking at the doll in his sister's hand with concern.

Behind the three children stood all the elders in the family, including Mr. Xue who was still alive.

A harmonious and happy family, their happiness can be felt through photos and time.

There was a hint of envy in Shen Yinan’s eyes.

Qi Yuying explained the origin of this photo: "When he was a child, his health was not very good. A friend of mine said that he could be raised as a girl for three years."

"This is the only photo left. It was taken on my third birthday."

Qi Yuying touched little Xue Du's face through the photo with nostalgia.

"The next day, as soon as the child took off her skirt, she insisted that we burn all the photos. I lied to him that I had burned them all, but he still didn't believe me. He insisted on seeing me throw them into the brazier with his own eyes. Later, he searched the study several times."

"This is the only image left!" she emphasized.

Ana Shen pursed her lips and smiled: “It’s really cute.”

"Really? It's yours now." Qi Yuying closed the envelope and handed it to Shen Yinan.

Shen Yinan was slightly stunned: “Give it to me?”

This is the only photo of Xue Du wearing a skirt.

But there is not only Xue Du in the photo, but also so many relatives, even Grandpa Xue.

His eyes fell on the old couple leaning against each other in the last row, and Shen Yinan showed hesitation.

Qi Yuying waved her hand generously: "I already have many photos of Old Xue, but this is the only one of Xue Du."

…

"Are you daydreaming?"

The tip of my nose was gently pinched.

Shen Yinan came back to his senses and met the gaze of someone who had just taken a shower in front of him.

"Ah, no."

Shen Yinan promised his grandmother not to tell Xue Du about the photo, and quickly shook his head.

But he ignored the fact that he couldn't lie, and his eyes wandered around.

In particular, when he looked at Xue Du's handsome face now, the soft and cute face he had seen not long ago always appeared in his mind.

The contrast is really too strong.

Xue Du narrowed his eyes, leaned over and touched his lips, and asked softly, "Did you enjoy chatting with grandma?"

“Hmm…” Shen Yinan hummed softly with his eyes downcast.

He originally thought that this matter would be over soon.

But Xue Du obviously noticed his unusualness. He gently stroked the top of Shen Yinan's head and asked, "What did you say to grandma? Can't I know?"

Shen Yinan pursed his lips, then simply closed his eyes and kissed Xue Du’s lips.

He rarely took the initiative in certain things, and even when he leaned in, his lips trembled.

When we separated, my breathing was a mess.

But Xue Du just looked at him and smiled dotingly, as if he was not distracted at all.

Shen Yinan couldn’t help but feel a little discouraged.

But the next second, someone grabbed him by the waist and lifted him onto his legs.

The young man's Adam's apple rolled slightly and his voice was slightly hoarse.

"It seems that our classmate Nan Nan is very studious. Now he wants to know what the above means..."

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