Chapter 1699 Hi, it's nice to see you again 7
Two people left the villa in just two days.
Song Jinhuan seriously doubted the very existence of this world.
In particular, Sanjin told her that when Wen Shiwu's wish was fulfilled.
"There must be something I don't know about this!" she said with absolute certainty.
If simply eating cake together can fulfill a wish, then anyone can accompany me.
But now, this matter is clearly exclusive.
She has no memory of it.
Sanjin: "You requested not to receive memories, so..."
Song Jinhuan pondered. Although she didn't know why she wouldn't accept the memories, she was sure that the decision she made at the time was the most suitable one after understanding the memories.
I suddenly understood.
She could also work backward from what has happened to roughly piece together some key points from what happened before.
Perhaps they both had some regrets.
We didn't celebrate something together, we didn't say goodbye properly, or we didn't have a chance to say goodbye properly.
Their relationship must have been positive and harmonious, without any negative or melodramatic elements.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have felt their friendliness.
Song Jinhuan felt that in the lost memory, she was very likely a very important friend to them, a friend who was almost like family.
A lover is impossible.
Those similar faces clearly belong to the same family. If she were to be involved with all of them, her moral standards would be extremely low.
Seeing her furrowed brow, Sanjin said, "If you want to know, I can tell you a story."
Song Jinhuan shook her head. "I won't listen."
Sanjin: "Okay."
Wen Shiba invited Song Jinhuan out to play.
The boy, dressed in a baseball uniform with an American-style front barb, had specially brought a bicycle, placed one foot on the ground, and waited expectantly at the door.
Seeing his outfit from the second-floor window, Song Jinhuan decisively changed her dress into sportswear.
"Where to?" She sat sideways behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist.
Wen Shiba rode his bicycle through the wind, the spikes on his head trembling precariously in the breeze.
"Let's go to the mall!" He didn't want to keep her in suspense; Song Jinhuan just told him directly if she wanted to know.
The shopping mall is very close, less than a ten-minute bike ride away.
The two first played the claw machine, then watched a movie.
Try on funny hats together at a hat shop with all sorts of hats, and laugh at each other.
In the quirky shops, we looked at the strange little items with great curiosity, randomly pointing to one and saying to each other, "It looks like you."
They certainly wouldn't miss out on the most popular snacks.
Finally, the two took a photo together, creating a nostalgic atmosphere.
I passed by a dessert shop and bought a small cake.
Song Jinhuan watched him hang the small cake on the handlebars. On the way back, the two of them seemed to have completely run out of energy and remained silent in tacit agreement.
The two of them, carrying the trinkets they had bought, stopped silently in the living room.
"I'll eat cake with you!" Song Jinhuan smiled, her gentle gaze falling on his face.
Wen Shiba lowered his eyelids and said, "Mm."
He is also a young man who has a strong sense of ritual.
The candle was lit.
"Jin Huan, do you know that?"
Song Jinhuan: "I don't know."
Wen Shiba: "..."
Song Jinhuan: "Haha, just kidding, go ahead."
A clear smile appeared on Wen Shiba's handsome face. He pointed to his chest and said, "Here, I no longer have to worry. You'll leave whenever I'm happy."
"Seeing you, I can finally stop suppressing any positive emotions."
He picked out the one with the brightest smile from the photo booth and placed it in front of Song Jinhuan. "Can I keep it with me?"
"You don't need to remember me all the time, just remember me when you see it."
Wen Shiba's requirements were very simple.
Song Jinhuan nodded. "Okay."
She did not take the opportunity to ask him what his wish was.
I hope you can be happy every day.
No one touched the cake on the table.
The candle was half burned, and the number eighteen was no longer legible.
"Jin Huan, please take a good look at me." He smiled, his bright eyes shining especially in the flickering candlelight.
Song Jinhuan's gaze shifted from the photo booth picture to his face.
I watched quietly.
Unlike Wen Xiaowu and Wen Shiwu who left in different ways, Wen Shiba gradually became transparent under her gaze.
Sanjin: "My wish has been fulfilled."
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