[BL] Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 71 - The Past

What kind of childish place was the amusement park? There was no difference between that and a spring outing for primary school students.

Internally, Song Yu was against it.

But Old Cheng was very satisfied with this decision and settled on a time and place right away. There wasn’t any room for negotiation.

Ma Xiaoding suggested excitedly, “The amusement park, hey! I’ve been wanting to go try out their new haunted house theme.”

Xi Bowen disdained him, “A bride in the coffin, right? I’ve already been told all about it, so there’s nothing much to look forward to.”

Ma Xiaoding went over and covered his mouth, “You’re always talking shit all day long.”

Song Yu returned back to the Meng Family home on Friday night. He’d been called back by Grandma Meng, who’d spent the day tidying up the house and had found some old things. There was an old photo album with photos of him from when he was a child, so she’d made it a point to call him over and show him.

Grandma Meng’s gray hair was combed back neatly under the lights. She spoke gently and quietly, “This was taken when you came to Jing City for the Chinese New Year when you were five years old.” The light of nostalgia flashed through her eyes, “Time passes by so fast. Ten years have passed in a flash. At the time, you were still a little child.” She stretched out a hand and pointed to the first photo. It was one of a child curled up on the sofa while playing with a gaming device. He wore a pink sweater, and his small face was pale. His entire body gave off an aura of ‘living beings should not approach’.

Grandma Meng smiled, “You had a temper tantrum with your family that day and refused to go out. Do you remember?”

Song Yu had no idea that he’d been like this as a child and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “Why was I angry?”

Grandma Meng glared at him and answered, “Your pride, probably. Your mother put you in a pink sweater and jokingly called you a ‘little girl’, and you got angry.”

The corners of Song Yu’s lips rose up, “In that case, you can’t blame me for it. Forcing a five year old cool big brother to put on a pink sweater and calling him a little girl is humiliating. It’s my mother’s fault.”

Grandma Meng was amused by his remarks and laughed, then sighed. “What kind of thoughts do you have in your head?”

A five-year-old cool big brother.

Growing up to be a handsome big brother.

There was nothing wrong with that.

Song Yu flipped through the photo album. Across the years, it seemed that he could really see himself ten years ago. Arrogant and proud, irritable and with a temper. It was just that most of the time, he was playing quietly by himself to the side, a well-behaved and elegant little boy.

Song Yu seemed to suddenly gain a flash of insight. He lifted his head and asked his grandmother, “Has my personality always been like this from when I was a child?”

The lighting was too gentle.

Grandma Meng smiled, fine wrinkles appearing at the corners of her eyes. She said lightly, “Don’t you know it. I can recognize you at a glance.”

Song Yu put his fingers on the album. His fingertips felt ice cold, and there was a slight tingling pain in his head. His entire person seemed out of sorts, as though something had just shot through him.

Song Yu had been dreaming very frequently these days, and it was no longer from the perspective of an outsider. Instead, it was as though he was really participating in the events.