Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 71: past

What childish place is an amusement park? What is the difference with the elementary school spring outing.

Song Yu refused in his heart.

Lao Cheng was very satisfied with this decision, and the time and place would be determined as soon as it was finalized. There is no room for negotiation.

Ma Xiaoding enthusiastically suggested: "Amusement park is good, I just wanted to try their new theme of the haunted house."

Xi Bowen vomited: "The bride in the coffin, right? I was spoiled, and there is nothing to look forward to."

Ma Xiaoding went to cover his mouth: "You only have a mouth all day long."

On Friday night, Song Yu returned to Meng's house, but was called by Grandma Meng. Grandma Meng tidyed up the house during the day and found some old things. It was a photo album with photos of him when he was a child. Especially call him over and show him.

Under the light, grandma's gray hair was neatly combed, and she spoke softly and thinly: "This was taken when you came to Jingcheng when you were five years old." There was a nostalgic light in her eyes: "Time is so fast, it will last ten years. It has passed, and it was still a little baby." She stretched out her hand and pointed to the first picture. He was a kid who was shrunk on the sofa and played a game console. He was wearing a pink sweater and had a small green face. His whole body exuded the aura of keeping away from others.

Grandma Meng laughed and said, "You had a temper with your family that day, and you didn't want to go out all the time. Do you remember?"

Song Yu didn't even know how he was when he was a child, so he couldn't laugh or cry: "Why am I having a temper?"

Grandma Meng glared at him and said, "It's so rare to have a face, and your mother puts on a pink sweater and jokingly yells "Little Girl" and gets angry."

The corner of Song Yu's lips lifted: "Then you can't blame me. Forcing the five-year-old cool guy to wear a pink sweater and calling the little girl to be humiliated is my mother's problem."

Grandma Meng laughed at his remarks and sighed. "What's in your head."

Five-year-old is cool brother.

Grow up to be handsome.

Nothing wrong.

Song Yu flipped through the album at the back again. After years, he seemed to really see himself ten years ago, arrogant and irritable, but most of the time, he played quietly by himself, clever and delicate. Boy.

Suddenly, Song Yu was so lucky, he raised his head and asked his grandmother, "Have I been this temperament since I was a child?"

The lighting is too gentle.

Grandma Meng laughed, with fine wrinkles at the end of her eyes. She said softly, "No, I recognized it at first sight."

Song Yu put his fingers on the photo album, his fingertips were cold, and his brain tingled slightly, his whole body shook, as if something had been penetrated.

Song Yu dreamed very frequently in the past few days, and he was no longer in the perspective of an outsider, but actually participated in it.

Every detail is extraordinarily clear, as if it was truly experienced.

He dreamed of his sister's wedding reception.

The most luxurious hotel in city a.

The last person she married was a handsome university professor who was as clean as a jade and had a good temper.