Xiao Miaomiao couldn't stay idle for a second. When she saw her mother packing things, she climbed onto the bed to help.

Lin Wanfang ignored her and reached out to carry her to the bed, then continued to do her own thing.

The room was simply furnished, with a 1.5-meter-wide wooden bed against the wall and a wardrobe on one side of the bed.

The wardrobe is also made of solid wood, with a total of three compartments.

The long grid on the far right can be used to hang clothes, and the one on the left has two layers, the top is shorter and the bottom is higher.

The lower layer can be used to store quilts, and the upper layer can be used to store folded clothes.

The whole closet isn't very big, but this generation of people doesn't have many clothes to begin with, so they end up wearing the same few pieces over and over again.

As the old saying goes, three new things make three old things, and three more stitches and three more patches make three new things.

As long as a piece of clothing is not worn to the point of being unwearable, it is unlikely to be discarded.

Even if it really can't be worn, you can modify it so that it can be worn by your child.

There is no way, the conditions are like this, the whole country is poor, who doesn't live like this?

There weren't many clothes to begin with, so Lin Wanchun simply packed them up and put them in the closet.

But before she could close the cupboard door, Xiao Miaomiao grabbed the hem of her clothes.

"Mom~Mom~"

Hearing the baby's cry, Lin Wanchun closed the cupboard door and turned around.

"What's wrong, Miaomiao?"

Just after I asked, I saw the little guy holding up a photo in front of me like he was presenting a treasure, and excitedly shouted: "Mom~Mom~"

Qin Yan had sharp eyes and quickly discovered what photo was in Xiao Miaomiao's hand.

In a hurry, he stood up suddenly!

“Wan Wan!”

Lin Wanshun was startled, and just as she was about to walk over, she saw the photo in Xiao Miaomiao's hand out of the corner of her eye!

The person in the photo has two braids and is sitting under a tree. I don't know what she is looking at, and her pale face is full of confusion.

? !

Is this her photo?

She still keeps that dress in the Qin family's closet. It was what she wore when she graduated from junior high school.

But...how come she has a photo here?

After taking the photo, Lin Wanxun raised her eyes to look at the nervous man beside the bed. She paused before walking towards him step by step.

"Tick", "Tick", "Tick", the footsteps were neither fast nor slow, but every step seemed to be stepping on the tip of his heart.

Qin Yan's heart was beating wildly and his mouth was full of bitterness.

What would she think of herself?

It was only a few steps away, but Qin Yan felt as if a century had passed.

He didn't know how long it had passed before a soft little hand rested on his shoulder.

Qin Yan's heart tightened, not knowing what she was going to do.

It was not until the little hand on his shoulder pressed gently that he followed her path and sat on the bed like a puppet.

"You don't want to explain?"

The woman's soft voice rang in his ears.

In those watery eyes, there was curiosity, inquiry, and confusion, but no disgust.

Meeting those eyes, Qin Yan's tense heart relaxed a little, but his palms were already wet with sweat.

His Adam's apple moved up and down unconsciously, and after a pause, he said, "The person in the photo studio took the photo secretly, and I asked him for it."

As for how he wanted it, he didn't say.

Hearing this, Lin Wanchun suddenly remembered the day when her junior high school class took graduation photos and she was sitting alone under a tree. She heard the "click" sound. It turned out that someone was really taking a picture of her and it wasn't just her illusion?

Taking photos is a big deal in this era. Both male and female students have already decided what to wear that day, and have even thought about how to comb and tie their hair countless times.

Lin Wanchun was no exception.

It is because of this that she will always remember that unique “click” sound of taking a photo.

The noise was clearly nearby, and there was no one else around, but she couldn't find the person who took the photo.

She was only six years old at the time, too shy to ask the photographer if he had taken a picture of her.

I didn't expect that after so many years, this photo would end up in my hands in this way.

There was no plastic sealing technology in that era, and this photo has faded a little at the edges, probably because people often look at it.

Looking at the photo in her hand that seemed to have been touched countless times, Lin Wanchun felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

After a long while, she raised her head again, her pair of bright black and white eyes seemed to be able to speak.

"You... don't like me?"

Although it was a question, she was already 70% sure in her heart.

Lin Wanchun was not stupid. There were so many photos of a man with a woman, and even other people in the army knew who she was. What was there to be proud of?

But this matter is somewhat magical.

After all, they were not really familiar with each other and had not spoken much in the village, most of the time just a simple greeting.

Why does he like me?

Hearing her words, Qin Yan's originally tense eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"I thought you knew."

I just don't like him.

Lin Wanxun blinked, a little confused.

"You didn't tell me, how should I know?"

Qin Yan: ...

The letter he wrote was too subtle, couldn't she see it?

If that were the case, he would have the urge to beat himself to death.

"My fault. I didn't make it clear in the letter."

He shouldn't have written so cryptically for fear of frightening her.

Lin Wanxun became even more confused.

"What letter? You wrote me a letter?"

Looking at her expression, Qin Yan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Didn't you receive any letter from me? I wrote you several letters before we got married."

There were many times when he wanted to ask her why she didn't reply to his letter.

But this thought was completely dispelled when I heard her tell her sisters that her ideal partner was a gentle gay man.

It turned out that she didn't reply to his letter just because she didn't like him.

Qin Yanwei advised himself to let it go, but he simply couldn't do it.

The more he forced himself, the more her voice, appearance and smile became like roots, deeply rooted in his mind.

Later, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he wrote her a few more letters.

Just still sinking into the sea.

But now her voice was telling him that she might not have received the letter he wrote?

Sure enough, just as I was thinking this, I heard the woman's shocked voice.

"I haven't received any letter from you!"

When Qin Yan heard her personally confirm that she had not received his letter, he was stunned.

So it wasn't that she didn't want to respond to him, but that she didn't know from the beginning to the end that he liked her?

Qin Yan didn't know what to do after being shocked by the truth of the unrequited love he thought he had, and his head was buzzing.

Seeing him like this, Lin Wanchun somehow suddenly recalled the times they had met in the team. His home was at the beginning and hers was at the end of the village respectively, but she could always run into him near her home.

This is not the point. The point is that there is a dead end in front of her house!

What she thought was just a passing by turned out to be a carefully engineered encounter by the man, just to say hello to her?