After Liu Jingyao snorted heavily, Su Ye didn't speak, only looked up at the silent night sky.

And Liu Jingyao pillowed her head on Su Ye's lap and didn't look at the night sky anymore, but her eyes were blazing under the moonlight, sometimes firm, sometimes tangled, and sometimes annoyed, which was really impressive, and she didn't know what was going on in her little head.

After being quiet for a long time, it is difficult for both Su Ye and Liu Jingyao to make a choice, but compared to Su Ye, Liu Jingyao seems to come back to her senses faster.

After all, the one who had to make the choice was Su Ye, and she just had to wait for the result.

So after Liu Jingyao came back to her senses, she said softly: "Forget it, don't think about those troubles first, let's talk about something else." ”

Su Ye, whose thoughts were interrupted, didn't feel any annoyance, but just asked, "What do you say?"

Liu Jingyao's eyes rolled, as if she had thought of some excellent idea, turned around, looked at Su Ye and said, "Why don't you tell me about what happened when you were a child?"

The corners of Su Ye's mouth twitched, and he said weakly: "Is there anything to say about this?"

Liu Jingyao puffed out her mouth and said: "Of course there is, you tell me about what happened when you were a child, I can learn about other people in your family by the way, especially what kind of person your grandfather is, and when we meet in the future, I can get along with him." ”

Su Ye was a little incredulous for a while: "Good to get along with my grandfather?"

Liu Jingyao suddenly said angrily: "No matter what your choice is, what kind of situation will we have in the future, but your grandfather is very familiar with my grandfather and Grandpa Keqing after all, and it will be impossible for me not to be taken by my grandfather to see your grandfather in the future, right?"

Judging from the performance of Feng Jing and Liu Jingyao's grandfather, as long as Su Youguo comes back, he will definitely meet Feng Keqing and Liu Jingyao.

After Su Ye figured this out, he smiled helplessly and said softly: "Okay, then I'll start from the first day I met my grandfather." ”

The corners of Liu Jingyao's mouth twitched suddenly, and she hurriedly said, "Wait! There seems to be something wrong with your words?"

Su Ye was puzzled: "What's the problem?"

Liu Jingyao smiled dryly: "Is there anyone in this world who will remember that day when he met his relatives?

Human beings may only know from others what day they came into this world, and they will never know when they became self-aware.

If there is no past in the mouth of relatives, I am afraid that human beings will inevitably take their existence for granted, if the world exists, then I exist, and if I do not exist, then the world will not exist.

Therefore, some people suspect that the world they see is not real, saying that the human brain is actually contained in a large vat, and memories and other things are instilled by some high-level life in the outside world, and except for themselves, everyone else is just something similar to an NPC.

And Su Ye is like this, he doesn't know anything about what happened when he was a child, he just feels that he appeared in this world inexplicably, and he doesn't know exactly what day he started to exist.

"Maybe others don't remember, but I remember the day I knew my grandfather. Su Ye smiled dumbly and said, "And I will never forget it in my life." ”

Liu Jingyao sighed in confusion.

Su Ye smiled helplessly, and said slowly: "It rained a lot that day, I haven't eaten for a few days, I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I can go, I vaguely remember that the most hope that day was to find a trash can......"

Then Su Ye told a story, which was not full of emotion, but Liu Jingyao was a little stunned when she heard it, and her little face was full of disbelief.

His thoughts seemed to follow Su Ye's words, as if he had returned to the day when the heavy rain was pouring down many years ago.

Under the pouring rain, the streets are still bustling, and people are wearing umbrellas on their heads and rain boots on their feet, as if to declare that human beings have still conquered this weather, and no matter how much God splashes water, it cannot affect the normal activities of human beings.

In the crowd, there was a child about seven or eight years old, hiding in the gap between the crowds, and hiding from the rain with the extra part of other people's umbrellas.

It's just that as the rain slopes down, it is inevitable that the converging water will drip down the collar.

The clothes were a little shabby, but after being soaked by the rain, they were not so obvious, holding a wet cardboard in his hand, and his expression was extremely shy.

When others saw it, they didn't skimp on the umbrella in their hands, and moved it slightly above the little kid's head.

The little kid looked up tremblingly when he saw the droplets of water dripping from his collar shift, and when he saw the stranger under the umbrella throwing him that kind smile at him, he lowered his head again in a panic.

The little hand pinched the cardboard that he hugged tightly, as if he had mustered up enough courage, and said thank you timidly.

I don't know if this little kid knows, but at the moment when he lowered his head, the kind smile on the face of the stranger who was kind enough to block the rain for him suddenly disappeared, replaced by a little panic, and even couldn't help but take a step back.

After all, whoever it is, on this rainy night, encounters a child with hideous scars crawling on half of his face, and he can't help but have the illusion of whether he has hit a ghost.

It's just that the person with the umbrella quickly calmed down, after all, there are so many people next to him, it is a bit too fantastical to be a ghost on the street in the city, and although the scar on the face of this little kid is a little hideous, it is not too strange, and people can quickly think of what kind of accident it may have been burned.

And on the pillar standing next to the crowd, in the traffic light, the little people who kept walking were lit up.

The man who gave the little boy the umbrella did not show any pity, and hurried across the road like the others.

After all, in the eyes of most people, this is the rush hour after work, so how can they go back earlier if they don't hurry across the road to catch the car home?

Even if the weather is not too cold, it is much more comfortable to stay at home in such weather than to go outside.

But I saw the little one

As if he was afraid that he would bump into someone else, he tried his best to avoid the raging crowd.

After the army had all crossed the road, he lifted the wet cardboard in his arms and placed it above his head, and when the little man beating in the traffic light was about to go out, he hurried across the road.

The little kid thought to himself, there was no trash can over there just now, so there should be one on this side of the road, really, how did you go to this kind of place where there are so many people and so many cars?

But it seems that this kind of place is called a big city, right?

(End of chapter)