Chapter 50

Jiang Shiyu wondered, has Zheng Yan really never loved anyone?

He seemed to be very familiar with it and was able to easily dissolve all his defenses very quickly.

But he looks very unfamiliar. Is it true that people who fall in love for the first time will be overwhelmed and their true love can burn people until another summer?

The people on the stage spoke their true feelings to him under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The camera moved slowly from Zheng Yanye. Jiang Shiyu saw too many moments on the screen. The shining light ball made his eyes hurt. The rose petals that fell on the ground lay quietly and spread around him.

He saw himself.

Because of dancing, her slightly curly hair lay quietly on her forehead, just not blocking her amazingly bright eyes.

He curled the corners of his mouth, and heard his voice transmitted to every corner of the venue through the microphone, the sound of electricity covering up his trembling ending tone.

He said, "I like you the most and I am most grateful to you."

"Zheng Yan too."

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Yigong, Yishun, Ergong, Ershun, Sangong, Sanshun... Their lives on the island are easily divided by these nodes, and everyone knows the future that has not yet come.

Leave or stay, there is no third option. However, the production team always tries to leave them with warmth in this similar cruelty.

The rankings were announced again not in the formal hall, but in the area where everyone usually exercises. Tables and chairs were set up in the back, with name tags for each student on the table. The staff hung a "Kindergarten Games Conference" banner on the wall and made name cards with red flower stickers next to them.

"Is this really true?" someone said exaggeratedly as soon as they came in.

"What is this? Our graduation performance?"

"The production team doesn't want us to cry this time. Do they want us to fight on the spot?"

…

Although everyone was complaining, in fact, everyone's face was filled with excitement. Game rankings and other things could always arouse their desire to win.

The host couldn't help but laugh as he listened to the discussion. "Today is like taking everyone back to their childhood. No matter what the final outcome is, let's put aside these concerns and have a good time."

“Kindergarteners don’t need to worry about rankings, they just need to have fun.”

There was applause from the audience: "Good!"

Host: "Let me see what the first activity is. It's a test of reaction speed, passing the flower while beating the drum."

"Whoever stops at a certain place will tell everyone something that no one else knows."

A row of hands immediately rose up: "Teacher, does this secret have to be about yourself?"

"What kind of thing counts?"

"Is this what's going to happen here? Does it count as me finding the wrong mother in kindergarten when I was a kid?"

The classroom was filled with laughter. The host said: "What happened here, whether it's about yourself or others, is fine."

"But some people think about it. You said something about someone else that no one knows. How did you know that? Did he tell you?"

"Everyone, please think about what you want to say."

"Don't be sold out and still count money for others."

What the host said is really right.

The first one stopped in front of Cheng Si. Before he could even open his mouth, he was already laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. He looked at his roommate and said, "I'm going to say something."

The person on the other end of the line hadn't reacted yet: "What happened?" Cheng Si only realized it when he picked up the microphone, but it was too late. He could only lie on the table and cover his face.

Cheng Si: "My roommate Che Wenwen was late for the last performance because he wore his pants inside out and wasted time changing."

"We were halfway there when we saw him walking with the logo on his butt for more than ten minutes without anyone noticing."

Host: "No wonder you two are the kings of lateness. You were almost late before you even opened your eyes this morning. And you even put your pants on inside out."

"Please get up earlier next time."

The second round stopped in front of Luo Wenxi. Feng Zhuo threw something in front of him at the last second before the drum stopped. He was feeling complacent when he suddenly met Luo Wenxi's eyes.

It’s over, he thought, this guy doesn’t seem to be someone to be trifled with.

Sure enough, the next second he heard Luo Wenxi say slowly, "Feng Zhuo talks in his sleep at night and always calls us mom."

"Actually, we all prefer to be your dad."

Feng Zhuo: ? ?

He yelled, "I don't have any."

"Really?" Luo Wenxi smiled coldly and continued, "One night you even hugged Jiang Shiyu who came to visit our dormitory and refused to let go."

Feng Zhuo's voice softened a bit: "I... probably don't have any."

He felt a little guilty. It seemed that one night Jiang Shiyu and Zheng Yan came to their dormitory to play, and he was too sleepy and fell asleep first. He could not remember what happened that night. He only remembered that Jiang Shiyu glared at him when he saw him the next day, and Zheng Yan smiled very brightly.

No wonder those people laughed when they saw him those days. It turned out that he was just talking in his sleep.

But he called Jiang Shiyu "Mom", and it had nothing to do with Guan Zhengyan. Did he say something else?

His doubts were answered by the last baton. Zheng Yan also took the baton from Jiang Shiyu and glanced at Feng Zhuo.

Feng Zhuo felt that he saw two emotions in this one look: "I'm sorry, brother" and "Well done." The question mark on his head was answered before it even appeared.

Zheng Yanye: "When Feng Zhuo calls Jiang Shiyu mom, he calls me dad."

He gave this group of people countless middle fingers in his heart with a blank expression, and couldn't help but yelled: "Why is this all about me?"

"Maybe it's because you're funny." Luo Wenxi found two pieces of paper with some strange crooked strokes on them and handed them to him: "Does this look like your self-portrait?"

"So ugly." Feng Zhuo curled his lips, "What is this?"

"clown."

"..." He looked at Jiang Shiyu: "Mom, he bullied me."

This time it was Jiang Shiyu's turn to be silent. Admittedly, he had no interest in being someone else's mother, but before he could say anything, another person who was very willing to be a father spoke first: "Don't bully our child."

Feng Zhuo and Luo Wenxi exchanged glances and simultaneously expressed their disdain for him: "Who asked you that?"

The second part was a recognition contest. Childhood photos of each contestant were placed on a table. The host said that the person who could recognize the most people would receive a mysterious gift.

There are still differences between everyone's childhood and now, but there are too few people who have grown up in equal proportions, so they can be recognized quickly when they are first seen. The funniest one is a hundred-day-old photo, in which a child sleeping like a pig is placed in a cradle. Apart from the fact that he sleeps very well, nothing else can be seen.

Zheng Yan also picked up one of the photos with great certainty. The little boy in front of the camera had eyes as round as a kitten's: "This is definitely Xiao Yu."

"Really?" Feng Zhuo came closer. "Why do I feel like their face shapes aren't similar? Xiaoyu's chin is a bit sharper than this."

It seemed to make some sense, and Zheng Yan hesitated whether to change one. After looking around, he still felt that the one in his hand was the most similar, so he simply handed it directly to the host to reveal the answer. As soon as he handed it to him, his right eyelid twitched.

"This photo is—" the host paused deliberately, "Feng Zhuo."

Zheng Yan had just walked up to Jiang Shiyu, but before he could take credit, he was labeled as having given the wrong answer. Before he could even defend himself, Feng Zhuo spoke first: "I warned you, how come you didn't recognize my mother?"

Zheng Yanye: "...No one has a son as bad as you."

Jiang Shiyu: "...Have you asked for my opinion?" He first tugged at Zheng Yanye's clothes, then patted Feng Zhuo, and the two looked at him at the same time.

He sighed in his heart. Why did he feel that his movements were too skillful, like an old couple.

"Zheng Yanye, is this yours?" He picked up a photo. The child in the photo had a cold face since childhood and never smiled. He really looked like Zheng Yanye.

"No." The other party shook his head very firmly: "You will definitely not be able to find which one is me."

"What if I recognize him?" Jiang Shiyu felt the desire to win that he hadn't felt for a long time.

"Then as the loser, I'll give you a kiss."

Jiang Shiyu: "...What if I didn't recognize him?"

"To make amends for your heart, I offer you two kisses."

So you won’t lose out no matter what, Jiang Shiyu thought.

He carefully searched through the pile of photos, and every one he found suspicious was met with an inscrutable shake of the head by Zheng Yan. He had examined most of the photos on the table, and finally, hesitantly picked up the one-hundred-day-old photo in the cradle, which had already been laughed at, and asked doubtfully, "Could this be you?"

"Bingo." Zheng Yan also snapped his fingers. "As expected of Xiao Yu, he can recognize me at a glance in this situation."

Jiang Shiyu and I are really a perfect match, we have a tacit understanding.

He rested his head on Jiang Shiyu's shoulder, and the ends of his hair gently brushed across Jiang Shiyu's earlobes and cheeks, bringing the same tingling sensation. Zheng Yan was still thinking about Jiang Shiyu's childhood photos, and he hadn't recognized which one was the young Jiang Shiyu.

It should be as white as it is now, a small ball, with its little fangs showing when it smiles, and its eyes full of joy, making people's hearts melt when it looks at them.

So when Jiang Shiyu picked up a picture of the "King" who looked so majestic in a fight, Zheng Yan's first reaction was that it must be a lie. My wife should be the kind of weak little white flower who wouldn't even dare to fight a bug. Who is this little bully who looks like he has defeated everyone?

He thought about it and realized that Jiang Shiyu seemed to be quite strong. He had seen it during arm wrestling. His eyes fell on Jiang Shiyu's back. It was thin and looked very thin, but the muscles under the clothes were tight and sharp. When he touched it, it was like a fully drawn bow.

But this sharp person would become gentle when in his arms.

"This is me." Jiang Shiyu said proudly, "When I was a kid, I was much better than I am now. I was the king of the kids. The boys from other classes always bullied the girls in my class, and I taught them a lesson."

"Although I was reprimanded by the teacher and didn't get any red flowers, they never bullied anyone in my class again, so it was worth it."

"That's nothing. I can fight and I can protect." He said and laughed.

Zheng Yan also wondered, how could anyone not like Jiang Shiyu, such a lovely and high-spirited Jiang Shiyu.

The process had just reached the third step, putting a sticker on the nameplate to express one's affection for the person. Zheng Yan also tore off the red sticker in his hand and formally placed it on Jiang Shiyu's forehead.

"A little red flower to Jiang Shiyu, you are a little warrior."

The long-delayed reward finally came to fruition at this moment. Although the time and characters were not right, Zheng Yan just wanted to give support to the childhood Jiang Shiyu, who must have thought of himself as a little hero at that time.

Jiang Shiyu no longer remembered what he was thinking at the time. Fighting was never a good thing. Although he remembered that his mother made an exception and allowed him to eat a marshmallow that day, not having a red flower was still a very severe punishment for a child.

What kind of mood was I in when I finished eating that marshmallow?

And back to this moment, after so many years, there are still people willing to tell him from this insignificant memory that you are not a bad boy and it doesn’t matter if you don’t have a red flower.

Because I will give it to you.

I will love you here, little Jiang Shiyu.