Chapter 308
Wang Jiazhi dreamed of Zhou Minlin smiling and waving goodbye to everyone. She felt as if she were leaving Hong Kong by boat. It was strange that Xiaoshuang was actually by her side. Xiaoshuang had left first, so why would she be seeing him off in her dream?
The next day, she casually mentioned it, and he looked a little off. Wang Jiazhi found it very strange. He had never met Zhou Minlin, and he had never made her think he was jealous of anyone in the past. But even when Zhou Minlin was mentioned, he looked a little strange.
"What's wrong? Why are you so weird towards him?" she laughed.
"I didn't." He said guiltily.
"That's right, don't you think it's strange?"
He also felt that, yes, why did he feel weird when he heard this name.
The child woke up the earliest today. When she was about to go out, she stretched out her little hands, hugged him and babbled as if she was talking to him. The last time he was away on a business trip for four days, she was very happy and excited to see him, as if welcoming her father home.
When he was away, my mother used to say, "A dragon gives birth to a dragon, and a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix. It's true that each child resembles the same child."
When she asked, her mother said that he was like this when he was a child. She was from the same village as him, seven or eight years older than him, and their families used to live very close.
"At that time, he was only four or five years old. He was pretty, quiet, and good at talking, just like a girl."
This piqued Wang Jiazhi's interest and she imagined what he looked like as a child.
During the day, she was sorting out old books and a hand-painted postcard fell out of a copy of "Guan Tang Ji Lin". The paper had become soft and yellow, and the paint had faded.
A tall, fair-skinned girl wore a candy-pink gauze dress with long lantern sleeves and a V-neck with wide ruffles, revealing a patch of snow-white skin beneath her neck. A white crystal butterfly necklace shone brightly. Her hair was parted in the middle, tied at the back with a long, pale pink ribbon. A wreath of white peonies adorned her head. The buds were a soft red, and the spaces between the petals were filled with purple-blue forget-me-nots. She looked like a dreamy, ethereal pink peony, or a princess from a fairy tale.
But over the years, the girl's face became blurry and her appearance could not be seen.
When he came back that night, she showed him the painting and asked him, "When was this made? Tell me, why is there a postcard of a girl on it?"
He took the postcard and looked at it carefully for a long time, then smiled and said, "I really don't remember."
"It seems like you drew it, but you said you don't remember it."
"I really don't remember." He looked at it carefully again, but he couldn't remember it. He had no impression at all. It happened so long ago.
She thought that the illustrations that looked like fairy tales were probably drawn when she was young, but she had lost her memory of them as time went by.
That night, she was looking through her old books when a half-length photo of her from her school days fell out. Her photo album was full, and when she opened it, there was an empty space next to the half-length photo from her school days, so she put that photo in there, closed the album, and put it under her pillow before going to sleep.
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