After the parent-teacher meeting was finally over.
Xiao Yanzhou and Xiao Yuzhi were not in a very good mood.
As they followed the crowd out, Bo Xiaodie held the child tightly in his arms.
It seems like he is enjoying this last moment of tenderness.
Very sad...
The seven-year-old boy didn't change his expression, but he was actually clear-headed.
In my memory...the two figures that I couldn't catch appeared.
Feeling the tightness and solidity in my arms...
This nostalgic feeling...
The young boy seemed to understand something, but also seemed a little confused.
He didn't know why he was like this, but he knew in his heart that he liked this feeling.
Pei Yuzhi didn't know when he took Xiao Yuzhi away.
A tall man stood in front of him, tall and straight, glaring at him with his dark eyes.
He was as cold as him, but more mature than him and his expression could not be seen clearly.
The hands holding Zhuzhu tightened again, almost rubbing her into his body, as if as long as he held her tightly, he could keep her for a while longer.
The young man opened his mouth, wanting to ask the man in front of him: Can you stay a few more days?
But he seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he lowered his eyes and remained silent.
I began to feel inexplicably uncomfortable again.
A seven-year-old child may be calmer than other children, but he is still a child after all.
No matter how well he concealed it, Bo Yanzhou could clearly see the sense of loss that was about to overflow from his eyes.
Standing face to face.
He looked quietly at himself over twenty years ago, feeling somewhat surprised.
He never felt sorry for himself.
I don’t know if it’s because of the numbness brought by my original family, or because I’m used to being decisive and ruthless.
He never quite understood inexplicable emotions.
During this period of time, ever since Zhuzhu came and his relationship with Bo Shiyu gradually improved, Bo Yanzhou knew that his heart, which had been vaguely empty for more than twenty years, was finally filled with peace of mind.
I can't notice anything when I'm alone, but I have to look at him separately from the person more than 20 years ago.
It's funny to say that, looking back from the perspective of an outsider, he actually found his childhood self so pitiful and ridiculous.
It's so ridiculous that one can only realize how pitiful he is by relying on the perspective of an outsider.
His stern expression softened a bit, and his voice became almost imperceptibly lighter.
Looking at his seven-year-old self in front of him, Bo Yanzhou said softly, "Although what I'm going to say next may be a bit sentimental, I think you still need to listen to it."
Because I knew from a young age that I was not the type to be sentimental, so if my future self says that he wants to be sentimental, then the words of advice must be very important.
The seven-year-old boy naturally understood this truth.
So she raised her eyes with understanding, and looked at him steadily with the same narrow eyes.
The man in front of him lowered his brows, leaned down slightly, and said to him at eye level: "Bo Yanzhou, choices always have two sides, but some people cannot choose."
"No one can control birth and reincarnation, so if you ever encounter a difficult decision, don't be afraid to choose. You just need to trust your friends."
The young boy was confused when he heard this. He didn't know what he was hinting at, but he seemed to understand.
In the future, I will have friends, but will I also have difficult-to-resolve disputes with them?
Thinking silently in my heart.
Looking at the man in front of me with a cold and powerful aura, they only met once in a short time.
Although she had never revealed even a hint of cruelty in front of him, the seven-year-old boy seemed to sense something in his heart.
I understand, it seems that my life is not going well in the future...
Thinking this way, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. At this moment, the voice of the man in front of me sounded again.
The CEO felt somewhat uncomfortable in front of his daughter, so he raised his hands and gently covered the ears of the baby in the boy's arms.
Two people, one big and one small, with similar faces, stood facing each other.
One is young and naive, the other is mature and reserved.
The orange-yellow light from the sky poured down, seemingly giving everything around it a golden edge that only existed in memories.
He said to his younger self: "If the world is a cycle, you will know about Bo Qishan and Song Yihe in the future. It is none of your business, so don't worry about it."
"The people who love you are behind you. You have sons, daughters, brothers, and friends. You have everything that others have, and you also have what others don't have."
"Our life... is sweet."
The boy's pupils constricted, as if... he was stunned by these words?
Thinking of the mess at home, the estrangement between my parents, and those two figures I could never catch up with...
She held the child tightly in her arms, feeling somewhat flattered.
My future self said to myself...
Don't worry, your future is bright.
This feeling... the young boy felt like he was eating honey...
Shocking, but sweet.
Looking him in the eye, the man spoke every word with great solemnity.
Just as Bo Yanzhou once said, looking back on the past, he had never felt sorry for himself for a single moment.
He doesn't regret what he went through.
Maybe it's bitter first and sweet later?
Bo Yanzhou knew that his personality was shaped by the tedious experiences he had before he met Zhuzhu.
But he was also glad.
He was glad that he had the ability to protect his child before Zhuzhu arrived and before everything could be saved.
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