Chapter 132 Childhood Photos

"I'm a little curious, what were you like when you were 18?" Jiang Yiqing raised his head slightly and looked at Wen Xiuyan. The light outside fell into his eyes, as if they were filled with starlight.

Wen Xiuyan rested his chin on his shoulder and said helplessly: "Unfortunately, this wish cannot be fulfilled. I can't ask him to come out to see you."

"Besides, if you look at him, I will be jealous." Wen Xiuyan said pettily.

Jiang Yiqing was amused and looked nervous: "Isn't you yourself when you were 18 years old?"

Wen Xiuyan said: "No, only the me now is me."

"Okay." Jiang Yiqing was still a little curious about the young Wen Xiuyan.

"But I can show you the photos." Wen Xiuyan said.

Jiang Yiqing was surprised. He almost forgot about it. "Are there any photos here?"

"Yes, my mother copied all the photos before, and I have an album here too." Wen Xiuyan and Jiang Yiqing separated a little and took him to get the album.

The album was placed in the cabinet in Wen Xiuyan's study. It was a thick book. There were not only photos of Wen Xiuyan, but also photos of everyone in the Wen family.

There were a few family photos in the front.

At first, there were Wen's father, Wen's mother, Wen's grandfather, and Wen's grandmother. Later, Wen Xiuyan appeared. Later, there was no grandmother Wen, but Wen Junrong appeared.

Later, there were only the three of them.

Jiang Yiqing subconsciously held Wen Xiuyan's hand. Seeing that he didn't look sad, he looked at Wen Xiuyan carefully.

"Haha, you're still wearing diapers, right?" Jiang Yiqing pointed at the butt of the little kid held in Wen's mother's arms.

Wen Xiuyan raised his hand silently and turned the photo to the next page silently: "That one isn't very good-looking."

Jiang Yiqing thought, every child wears diapers, and Wen Xiuyan is quite image-conscious.

Let's look at the next one.

"Hiss... There's no girl in your family, right? Which cousin is this?" Jiang Yiqing looked at the little girl in a little skirt.

Wen Xiuyan noticed this photo and froze: "I forgot which cousin it was, next one."

Jiang Yiqing didn't notice anything wrong, nodded, and looked at the next one.

In this photo, Wen Xiuyan was wearing a small suit and playing the piano.

Jiang Yiqing was surprised: "You can also play the piano?"

"I learned it for a while when I was a kid, but I didn't have the talent, so I stopped learning." Wen Xiuyan said.

Jiang Yiqing was even more surprised: "Is there anything you can't learn?"

"In terms of art, I don't know anything at all." Wen Xiuyan was also very ruthless when evaluating himself. Jiang Yiqing

raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I'm curious, are your evaluation standards too harsh?"

Wen Xiuyan thought for a moment, he didn't want to say it, but looking at Jiang Yiqing's bright eyes, he still said: "My dad said that he sat on it and played better than me."

"Your dad is so harsh?" Jiang Yiqing widened his eyes.

"He secretly told my mom that he told her not to torture his ears. I secretly heard it." Wen Xiuyan looked helpless. He had no choice. Yiqing was curious, so he could only tell the truth.

Jiang Yiqing was so amused. Wen Xiuyan's family was so funny: "If you said you played well, I might not be curious, but now that you said that, I really want to see it."

Wen Xiuyan pinched his earlobe: "Want to see me laugh?"

Jiang Yiqing raised his eyebrows: "Yes, I must let you play it for me later."

Looking at the excited Jiang Yiqing, Wen Xiuyan: "..." I hope he won't regret it.

"Next one, next one." Jiang Yiqing flipped through the photos with great interest. The stories behind the photos were so interesting. He got to know a completely different Wen Xiuyan.

"Wait." Jiang Yiqing paused, and suddenly thought of something. He flipped the photo forward and looked at the photo of the little girl in a skirt again.

Wen Xiuyan's forehead twitched: "There's nothing good about this photo."

Jiang Yiqing was just a little suspicious at first, but Wen Xiuyan's attitude made him more suspicious: "This photo is not of your cousin, it's you, right?"

Wen Xiuyan: "No."

Jiang Yiqing didn't listen, staring at the photo and studying it: "No wonder I think the one in the suit looks exactly like this face, it feels like they are both you."

Wen Xiuyan said again: "It's not me."

Jiang Yiqing couldn't help laughing and said perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, it's not you."

Wen Xiuyan: "..."

"I was wondering why this kid had such a sullen face when taking photos, hahaha." Jiang Yiqing raised an eyebrow at him and deliberately said, "Xiu Yan, you liked to wear little skirts when you were a kid?"

Wen Xiuyan defended herself, "I don't have this hobby, my mother forced me to wear it."

Jiang Yiqing took out the photo and looked at it from left to right: "Oh, it's quite cute."

He took out his mobile phone, but his hand was held down by Wen Xiuyan.

Jiang Yiqing looked at him fiercely: "What are you doing?"

Wen Xiuyan struggled and advised: "Just take a look."

However, under the threat of Jiang Yiqing's eyes, he resigned himself to letting go of his hand, watching Jiang Yiqing taking photos with great interest, and sighed again: "It's so cute."

Wen Xiuyan was helpless, but after being praised by Jiang Yiqing so much, he suddenly felt that this photo was not bad, cute?

After taking the photo with satisfaction, Jiang Yiqing did not forget to take photos of the others as well.

After flipping through several photos, he finally came to the picture of Wen Xiuyan in adolescence.

At this time, Wen Xiuyan already had a shadow of his current self. He always had a cold face when taking photos. Jiang Yiqing would like to call it the rebellious period.

"How old was he?" Jiang Yiqing pointed to one of the photos and asked.

"Sixteen or seventeen years old? It's written on the back, but I can't remember clearly." Wen Xiuyan turned over the back and it was indeed a photo of seventeen years old.

Jiang Yiqing looked at the photo and sighed, "You have been handsome since you were a child. Wow, you were so young back then. You could pinch water out of your little face."

It is not known whether his face could pinch water out of it at that time. Wen Xiuyan pinched Jiang Yiqing's face and said, "Do you think I'm old now?"

"It's unreasonable. Can't I praise you a little?" Jiang Yiqing refused to admit it: "You are now mature. Mature men have a different charm."

"Yeah." Wen Xiuyan was in a much happier mood and asked him: "Do you like young or mature?"

Does Jiang Yiqing dare to choose the former? He didn't dare, and immediately said righteously: "Of course mature!"

Wen Xiuyan curled his lips: "That's good."

Jiang Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief after successfully coaxing him. He was really on the edge of danger just now, but fortunately, he stabilized.

Further back, it was Wen Xiuyan who was very similar to the present, in his early twenties, as if he had matured a lot.

It was not an illusion, Jiang Yiqing flipped forward: "Where are the photos of you after the age of 18? How come you are now... 24 years old?"

Jiang Yiqing glanced behind him and confirmed the age.

Wen Xiuyan didn't say much, just said: "I didn't take any photos during that time."

After the age of 18, Wen's father had an accident and Wen Xiuyan took over the company.

Even if Wen Xiuyan didn't say it, the difficulties could be seen.

Wen Xiuyan hugged Jiang Yiqing, his chin resting on his shoulder, their cheeks pressed together, and their ears rubbed against each other.

Jiang Yiqing didn't say much. No matter what he said at this time, it would be meaningless. That difficult time has become the past.

He didn't get to participate, let alone experience it personally.

He raised his arm and touched Wen Xiuyan's face with his backhand. The latter didn't move and let him touch it.

Wen Xiuyan: "Let's take a look at the next one."

Jiang Yiqing nodded. There were fewer photos left at the back. Most of them were group photos of the family of three during the Chinese New Year. The occasional single photos were also taken when Wen Xiuyan attended some formal occasions.

"So boring." Wen Xiuyan said as he looked at the photos.

He could still tell Jiang Yiqing some stories about the previous photos, but these photos were nothing more than attending a certain banquet, a certain press conference, a certain meeting, without exception, all of which were some work occasions.

He really felt very bored, and his lover couldn't understand his past through these.

"Who said that? Guess what I found out through the changes in these photos?" Jiang Yiqing raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Wen Xiuyan.

The latter was a little confused. They were nothing more than some photos of him wearing suits, and even the color of the suits was uniformly black. If you didn't look carefully, you might think they were taken on the same day.

"You're getting better and better. Look at the people who take photos with you. They're getting more and more respectful." Jiang Yiqing pointed at the photos and said, "Look, your aura is getting stronger and stronger."

"Wow, you're really good." Jiang Yiqing praised.

Wen Xiuyan chuckled. His heart felt like it was soaked in warm water, wrapped in warmth, and he felt a little bloated.

He closed his eyes, buried his face in Jiang Yiqing's neck and rubbed it gently. He didn't raise his head for a long time, so as not to let the other party notice his loss of composure.

"Yiqing." Wen Xiuyan said softly, hugging Jiang Yiqing tighter: "I like you so much."

Jiang Yiqing also said: "Me too."

Wen Xiuyan looked up, and their eyes instantly became anxious, and then they got closer and closer. The fierce kiss made each other feel that they both longed for each other. Seeing that they were about to accidentally fire, Jiang Yiqing remembered that there were more than just them at home, and hurriedly called a halt. The two

separated a little, Wen Xiuyan panted slightly, raised his hand and pinched Jiang Yiqing's earlobe.

Jiang Yiqing's face was still a little red, and he almost couldn't breathe because of holding it just now. After finally breathing steadily, he said expressionlessly: "How long are you going to poke me?"

Wen Xiuyan didn't mean to let go, and whispered: "It will be fine in a while."

Jiang Yiqing was embarrassed to death, and pushed Wen Xiuyan: "Go and deal with it yourself."

Wen Xiuyan had to let go and went to the bathroom.

Jiang Yiqing exhaled, washed his face with cold water, patted his cheeks, and looked up to see himself in the mirror.

Who is this person with a tearful look? He doesn't know him!

Jiang Yiqing silently moved away from the mirror, holding Wen Xiuyan's photo album, and took pictures one by one.

When Wen Xiuyan came out, the pictures were all taken, and Jiang Yiqing was sitting cross-legged playing games.

Wen Xiuyan came over and naturally hugged him from behind.

Jiang Yiqing found that he finally came out, and hurriedly said: "Help me play for a while, I'm going to the toilet!"

Wen Xiuyan, who had a mobile phone in his hand: "..."

"I don't know how to play." Wen Xiuyan said hurriedly.

"It's okay, I'll be here soon, it's easy to operate, just don't let me die." Jiang Yiqing said, and hurried to the toilet.

Wen Xiuyan had no choice but to look back at his phone. He frowned, as if he had encountered some worldly problem.

If I remember correctly, Wen Junrong should fight.

Wen Xiuyan stood up and was about to find Wen Junrong to prevent Jiang Yiqing's game character from dying. However, before he could stand up, a dazzling light suddenly lit up on the screen.

When the light disappeared, the character representing Jiang Yiqing lay on the ground, motionless.

Wen Xiuyan: "..."

Dead?

He was nervous and poked the screen of his phone, but there was no response.

Wen Xiuyan: "..."

Jiang Yiqing came out very quickly as expected. He reached out and took the phone: "What's wrong? Let me see."

But when he looked down, he found that he was dead. He couldn't believe it: "This death is too quick, isn't it?"

Seeing him looking at him, Wen Xiuyan clarified himself: "I didn't do anything."

"It's because you did everything right that you died." Jiang Yiqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that Wen Xiuyan couldn't play any games at all. He thought it was quite novel. He found something that Wen Xiuyan couldn't do.

At this time, a teammate sent a voice message, and Jiang Yiqing subconsciously opened it. An angry and defeated voice came from the other side: "Newbie!"

Jiang Yiqing: "..."

Wen Xiuyan frowned: "Why did he scold you?"

Jiang Yiqing touched his nose: "In this ranked match, his rank dropped, it's normal for him to be angry."

"Alright, alright." Jiang Yiqing simply quit the game to prevent Wen Xiuyan from continuing to be angry, and simply changed the subject: "Let me show you a photo of me when I was a child."

Wen Xiuyan's attention was diverted.

He moved all his stuff here during the move, and naturally the photos were also there, so he quickly took them out of the cabinet.

There weren't many photos of Jiang Yiqing when he was a child, at least not enough to put together an album. Although the old man did his best to raise him, he was not that meticulous and rarely thought of taking photos of him.

"I had a Taoist haircut for a while when I was a child, but then I went to live in the school dormitory, and my hair was too long. Other boys just washed their faces and left, but I had to spend a long time to do my hair." Jiang Yiqing said, taking out the photos. Sure enough, some of them were miniature versions of him with a Taoist haircut, which was very cute.

Wen Xiuyan stared at the photos. He now understood why Yiqing took photos of him. He wanted to take photos now, too. He was so cute, and he couldn't get enough of it.

Wen Xiuyan took the photo and asked curiously, "What happened later?"

Jiang Yiqing wanted to laugh when he thought of this: "Later one night, I was so angry about my hair that I cried. In a fit of rage, I borrowed a pair of scissors from a female classmate and cut my hair."

"The haircut was particularly ugly. Later, the old man took me to the barber shop and they cut my hair into a buzz cut. It was finally presentable."

At that time, the inspection of boarding students was also very strict. Controlled knives were checked, but some girls had small scissors to cut their bangs. This was the pair Jiang Yiqing borrowed.

The scissors were sharp, but they were really too small. Jiang Yiqing had a lot of hair, so he could only use a pair of scissors to cut it little by little. In the end, it looked like a dog had gnawed it.

He remembered that when he was going to cut his hair, the class was quite lively.

Jiang Yiqing has been good-looking since he was a child, and he is quite famous in school for his unique Taoist hairstyle.

When they heard that he was going to have his hair cut, a group of children came over to join in the fun, and some even advised him not to cut his hair, saying that his current hairstyle was so good.

But Jiang Yiqing, who was forced to get up half an hour earlier every day, was determined to cut his hair, and no one could stop him.

In the end, amid the sighs and regrets of his classmates, he still raised the scissors.

At that time, a female classmate even took the initiative to help him cut his hair, but Jiang Yiqing refused. In the end, his hair was cut into a dog-eaten mess, and he regretted it very much.

Wen Xiuyan listened quietly to Jiang Yiqing talking about his childhood, and could already imagine the other party raising the scissors and looking at the mirror seriously.

"But it's easier to take care of my hair after I cut it short." It's not that troublesome to wash my hair anymore.

Wen Xiuyan rubbed Jiang Yiqing's head and sighed, "It would have been nice if we knew each other when we were kids."

"Knowing each other when we were kids... would you be my friend?" Jiang Yiqing was skeptical. Wen Xiuyan looked so cool when he was a kid.

"Not only do we want to be friends, we also want to be childhood sweethearts." Wen Xiuyan half-jokingly said.

Jiang Yiqing smiled, "Then I'll let you comb my hair."

Before he cut his hair short, his biggest worry was combing his hair.

Wen Xiuyan's eyes were gentle: "Okay."

Wen Junrong went to the kitchen in a daze. Wen's mother was chatting with the part-time worker at home. She turned her head and saw her little son looking silly. She asked curiously: "Junrong, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Junrong came back to his senses and said mysteriously: "Mom, I seem to have discovered a secret."

"What secret?" Wen's mother was curious and told the part-time worker aunt, and followed Wen Junrong out of the kitchen.

Wen Junrong exhaled, as if he had discovered something big, and said mysteriously: "My brother is in love!"

Wen's mother, who was full of curiosity, was speechless for a moment. "I thought it was something else, he had already..."

Before she finished speaking, she looked at Wen Junrong and realized that her little son seemed to not know about it.

So no one told him? Everyone seemed to have forgotten.

Wen's mother stopped talking, she felt a little guilty.

Wen Junrong was afraid that his mother would be too excited, so he was careful not to tell her about his idol, but he found that his mother seemed quite calm.

His not-so-smart brain finally reacted quickly: "Mom, you didn't know it a long time ago?"

Wen's mother: "Haha... Mom, go help Auntie cook."

Wen Junrong was very sad. He thought he had discovered the secret, so he was the only one who didn't know it? !

——

Jiang Yiqing opened the live broadcast room on time. While

he was pouring a cup of tea, the number of people in the live broadcast room increased rapidly, and the bullet screen became lively.

"Ahhh, my electronic pickled mustard tuber! Here I come!"

"Qingqing is still as beautiful as ever today~"

"Just wait and see."

"Hahaha, now everyone has tacitly accepted that as long as Master Jiang broadcasts live, there will be melons?"

"It's too boring recently, and Neiyu is also lifeless. There is a hint of boredom in the silence. They have had a good time. It's really boring without melons."

"Yeah, then whoever has a meal with ordinary friends can be on the hot search, you can imagine how boring it is."

"I've recently become a fan of Huang Zhiheng. Let me recommend him to everyone. He is handsome, has a good temper, and has good acting skills. He has been included in the list of celebrities to be popular." "I've seen Huang Zhiheng often recently

. He is very popular. I like his looks."

"Can you please stop talking about celebrities in Qingqing's live broadcast room? Why is he everywhere recently? It's so annoying."

"..."

Jiang Yiqing was very calm about the fact that his place had become a melon field. Everyone was just watching for fun, which was good.

Who doesn't like to eat melons, and who doesn't like to read gossip?

But the barrage seemed to be arguing because of a star named Huang Zhiheng.

Jiang Yiqing immediately said: "Start the connection."

Sure enough, after hearing what he said, the barrage that was still arguing immediately stopped arguing. They came here to eat melons, and of course eating melons was more important.

Jiang Yiqing accepted the connection request.

The person connected was a girl, who looked quite young. He was not sure if she looked young or was really young.

Zhao Ruyu's eyes lit up when he saw himself appear on the screen. Then her eyes instantly turned red: "I'm pregnant!"

Barrage: "??? You're not so aggressive right away."

"No, sister, you're pregnant right away, why don't you be clear, whose baby is it?"

"Hiss... This sister is so scary when she says it."

"??? People who don't know might think that Master Jiang is that scumbag... Can you please explain yourself clearly?"

"You look confused. Are you so explosive right away? I feel my radar moving. There's a big news!"

Zhao Ruyu also realized that what she said was a bit strange, and hurriedly said, "I don't know Master Jiang. I just want to expose that scumbag. I'm pregnant with his child, but he doesn't admit it and says it's not his."

Jiang Yiqing frowned, and seeing that the barrage of comments were all asking about age, he said, "You should be an adult, right?"

Zhao Ruyu wiped her tears and nodded, "Yes, I'm 23 years old."

Barrage: "It's okay, it's okay. If she was a minor, I would really be shocked."

"So this sister is here to expose the scumbag? If the scumbag was an amateur, she shouldn't have come to the live broadcast room specifically to expose him..."

"Wa Qu, if the sister upstairs hadn't said it, I wouldn't have thought of it. Now that you say that, it's true. You are worthy of being the modern Sherlock Holmes."

"Then you say that, I'm looking forward to it even more. Let's condemn the scumbag together!"

"What's the situation? Does that mean that the man is very likely to be a public figure? Wa Qu, an internet celebrity or a star? My melon seeds are ready!"

Jiang Yiqing glanced at Zhao Ruyu and reminded him calmly: "Have you watched my live broadcast before? It's best not to lie in front of me."

Zhao Ruyu clenched his fingers: "I... I'm telling the truth. I want to expose someone!"

Jiang Yiqing frowned slightly, leaned back, leaned on the chair, looked at Zhao Ruyu, and said nothing.

Zhao Ruyu felt uneasy when he looked at her. She pursed her lips, thought of something, and continued: "I... I want to expose the celebrity Huang Zhiheng. I am obviously pregnant with his child, but he denies it!"

The barrage exploded instantly: "No, what's the situation? Is it the Huang Zhiheng I know?"

"Waqu, what I'm saying is, don't mention him here, okay? Whoever mentions him in Qingqing's live broadcast room will die."

"Well, the sister who just said that she has become a fan of Huang Zhiheng recently, are you okay?"

"Not very good, I feel like the sky is falling."

"Everyone calm down. I don't believe Qingqing's live broadcast didn't reverse. Maybe it will reverse later. Don't rush to draw conclusions."

Zhao Ruyu burst into tears after she finished speaking, and took out the test report to prove that she was pregnant: "I am very sure that it is his child. He was drunk that day. I was originally his fan, so I didn't refuse. I didn't want to find him at first, just as a one-night stand, but I didn't expect to get pregnant. I asked him for a solution, but he refused to admit it and said he didn't know me at all."

"He is a big star. I can't fight him. At worst, we will die together! I really have no other choice, so I want to find a place to expose him."

Jiang Yiqing was about to say something when he found another connection request, and the account was Huang Zhiheng himself.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and clicked to agree.