The first time Cheng Xingtao saw Fang Hui was on a sunny but cool afternoon.

That year, she was four years old and Fang Hui was eleven years old.

Cheng Xingtao was dressed in black and was taken to the funeral by Cheng's father.

Cheng Xingtao likes her new shoes, her new dress, and her new hat, but she doesn't like these things to be black, she told Cheng's father that she wants to change to red, red looks good.

But was rejected by Cheng's father.

Cheng Xingtao had to obediently wear black and follow Cheng's father.

The atmosphere of the funeral was heavy and serious, Cheng Xingtao was disturbed by the depressed atmosphere, and when she was bored, she saw a cat with a white body.

The cat is very small, still a small milk cat, snow-white, a pair of erected ears in the light of the transparent pink, brown and yellow eyes, like a crystal clear amber.

It quietly popped out of the wall, and the first thing that caught Cheng Xingtao's eyes was its little pink nose, which was clean and clear, very beautiful. Then came its small head, its large, brownish eyes scrutinizing the hall full of guests, and then shrinking its head.

Cheng Xingtao saw such a beautiful kitten for the first time, she glanced at Cheng's father, and saw Cheng's father saluting a black and white photo in the center of the hall, she rolled her eyes, slid down from the high stool, and ran out after the kitten while Cheng's father was not paying attention.

This kitten was very timid, and when he saw so many strangers for the first time, he was already afraid, but as soon as he turned around and wanted to find a quiet place, he saw a child chasing after him with great interest, and he was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he ran away.

Cheng Xingtao chased the kitten up and down and chased it all the way to the yard.

There is a long flower gallery in the courtyard, and the wooden shelves on both sides of the flower gallery are equipped with glass in the middle, and the sunlight shines through the glass, sprinkling countless broken gold on the diamond-shaped floor of the flower gallery.

Cheng Xingtao chased the kitten and climbed into the flowers, her small body lay on the outside of the flowers, only her head got in, in the fine light among the flowers, Cheng Xingtao's flickering pupils and the kitten's big round eyes stared at each other.

"Little meow, don't run, I won't hurt you. Cheng Xingtao was quite satisfied with the close contact with the kitten, she simply lay on the ground, pestle her chin and giggled at the kitten.

The kitten was startled by Cheng Xingtao's silly laughter, scratched Cheng Xingtao's paw casually, and then sprang out of the flowers and continued the escape journey.

Cheng Xingtao screamed in pain, but fortunately, the kitten's claws were not sharp enough, her face hurt a little, but it didn't hurt much, she wanted to chase the kitten to play, and she didn't care about the injury on her face.

Following the direction of the kitten's escape, Cheng Xingtao passed through the flowers, and when she finally poked her head out of the flowers, she saw the young man, the peerless young man.

That scene, even after many years, Cheng Xingtao is as clear as yesterday.

The eleven-year-old boy stood among the fragrant flowers in the courtyard, the afternoon sun sprinkled a patch of gold dust on his soft black hair, the delicate and beautiful little kitten stood on his shoulder and licked the pink toes leisurely, and the young man's prosperous face was better than the beauty of the kitten.

Cheng Xingtao was stunned among the flowers, staring blankly at this beautiful young man who seemed to be disturbed by her.

She had never seen a face as beautiful as the young man in front of her, with soft black hair, delicate facial features, fair skin, slender neck, and the graceful arc of her collarbone.

His figure was slender and straight, standing among the flowers at will, colorful flowers competing for each other, but they could not compete with the boy's faint eyebrows, almost at first glance, Cheng Xingtao was impressed by the young man's posture and appearance.

The only thing she regretted was that the boy was dressed in black.

"Brother, you look so good!"

Cheng Xingtao crawled out of the flowers, picked up the hat that was hung by the flower branches, put it back on, patted the dust on his body again, and smiled innocently at the young man.

The young man in front of him looked at Cheng Xingtao expressionlessly, Cheng Xingtao didn't know that his hair stained with petals, and his little face that was scratched were all funny scenes in the eyes of the young man.

But the boy didn't laugh because her image was funny, and he wasn't in the mood to laugh.

The boy didn't reply to her, didn't speak, he raised his hand and used his bony fingers to tease the kitten who was squatting on his shoulder.

The slightly wide sleeves slipped down as he raised his hand, revealing his white and thin arms like lotus roots, which looked beautiful and as delicate as porcelain.

Cheng Xingtao looked at it with her neck tilted for a while, and then went to climb the stool next to her, the stool was made of rattan, which was very suitable for climbing, and after successfully climbing on the stool, she climbed from the stool to the table again.

The young man stood aside, teasing the little cat on his shoulder lightly, while looking at Cheng Xingtao in confusion as he struggled to climb up alone.

After a long time, Cheng Xingtao finally managed to climb onto the table, she smiled stupidly, standing on the table closest to the young man, her clear and clean eyes flashed with joy.

"What are you doing climbing so high?" finally the boy couldn't help but ask.

The boy's voice is clear and pleasant, like the most beautiful chord, pleasing to the eye.

"So I'll be as tall as my brother! I can see my brother up close! Cheng Xingtao didn't know all kinds of adjectives to describe beauty at this time, so she could only use the word good-looking, if she knew those words, she felt that the young man in front of her was worthy of any beautiful words.

The boy still didn't smile, but his expression softened a lot, and he asked, "Whose child are you talking about?"

"My name is Cheng Xingtao, my parents call me Taotao, brother, you can also call me Taotao. Brother, what's your name?" Cheng Xingtao's voice was crisp, slowly surrounding the flowers.

After asking, Cheng Xingtao stretched out his head closer to the young man, sighed, as if he had made some surprising discovery, and shouted: "Brother! There is a small mole next to the corner of your mouth, you can't see it unless you look at it carefully, but it's so beautiful! It's a beauty mole, isn't it? Tao Tao also hopes to have a beauty mole!"

Cheng Xingtao pointed to his eyebrows and said sweetly: "It grows here, it's red, it's the same as my brother's." ”

Cheng Xingtao's chatter did not win the favor of the teenager, the teenager just looked at her quietly, the pale blue pupils were deep and distant, beyond the youthfulness of the teenager, with a depth that he did not have at this age.

He took a step back quietly, indifferently and quietly looking at Cheng Xingtao, who was standing on the edge of the table, leaning forward because he leaned over to look at him, and unconsciously leaned forward even more as he retreated.