Song Ling was silent for a while, then suddenly added,

"I've been dreaming about my childhood a lot lately. Do you remember the beach?"

Ya Tong was stunned and flattered.

"Of course I remember. In the past, Brother Zero loved to take me to the beach. I also loved to sit on Brother Zero's bicycle and go with him."

Song Ling: "Yes, back then you always pestered me to ride my bike and take you to the beach. You also asked Xu Su to take pictures of us, remember?"

Yatong nodded excitedly.

"Of course I remember, of course I remember! I love taking pictures, but you don't like taking pictures. I always pester you to take pictures with me, but Xu Su doesn't like taking pictures of others.

Every time I would pester you first and then pester him to help take pictures. Later, Xu Su didn’t even want to go out with us anymore.”

When talking about the past, she couldn't control her excitement.

Once she started talking, she couldn't hold it back.

"Brother Ling, now that I think about it, I was so weird. I don't know why I liked taking pictures so much. I always like taking pictures with you. On the bike, at the beach, at home, at school, anyway, I always want to take pictures."

In fact, she knew why she liked taking pictures so much. She wanted to capture her beauty with him all the time.

There is a room in her house that is dedicated to displaying photos of her and him.

She had imagined the future, so she kept taking pictures, pictures of the two of them.

Later she could bring him into the room, and then look at the photos all over the room, reminisce about the past, and savor all the happiness along the way.

"Brother Ling. Do you remember the time I pestered you to take a photo..."

Her story was interrupted by Song Ling.

He suddenly said, “The one that impressed me most was the photo of you sitting in front of my bicycle. That was the first bicycle I earned for myself.”

At the time, his relationship with his father was strained, and he stubbornly refused to spend his father's money as long as he could.

Now that I think about it, my hatred for my father is too strong. He is not his father's biological son at all, so what right does he have to hate his father so much?