After listening to Yao Siman's words, Tong Minkun felt that his mood was getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Yao Siman paused, stared at the sky again with empty eyes, and continued to speak, "It wasn't until the summer vacation after graduating from elementary school, when I stayed in the bookstore all day looking for materials about the plane tree, and I found out that the plane tree was not dioecious, as the people in my grandmother's village said, but dioecious.

I also know that the original sycamore does not represent a beautiful and complete situation, but since ancient times, it has often been hinted at by the ancients as a bleak love......"

At this point, Yao Siman suddenly turned his head to look at Tong Minkun in a daze, and asked uncertainly, "Xiao Kun?" Do you think my grandma and my grandfather shouldn't have chosen to fall in love under the sycamore tree when they were young? Will...... Is it because their feelings are related to the plane tree, so they will become yin and yang at a young age? ”

Tong Minkun was a little uneasy, but he smiled at the girl and comforted: "No, no, don't think nonsense." These must have been just coincidences. ”

"Really?" The girl was in a trance for a moment, and tears inexplicably slid down her cheeks.

It's just that the moment she turned her head to see Tong Minkun, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised a curved arc.

She knew that after he appeared under the plane tree, it seemed to have an extra layer of joy.

Seeing this, Tong Minkun knew that she suddenly missed her grandmother and wanted to open her mouth to say something, but she didn't know what to say comforting words for a while, so she could only take out a small packet of brand-new tissues from her pocket and hand it to her warmly.

Yao Siman blushed, feeling that it was a shame for him to cry his nose, he awkwardly took the tissue, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally wiped his tears with his sleeve.

The next moment, when she saw the lilac lavender pattern printed on the paper towel plastic paper, she burst into tears and laughed, and chuckled "poof".

"Little Quint, you are a boy, how can you use such a sissy thing?" Yao Siman covered his mouth and giggled.

Tong Minkun hesitated for a while, touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassedly, and hesitantly took the opportunity to hint: "Because when I was young, there was a little girl who liked lavender, so I ...... I've always liked it. ”

At the end of the words, Tong Minkun's voice became softer and softer.

Facing the young man's suddenly slightly flushed cheeks, Yao Siman somehow felt a little sour in his heart, "Xiao Kun, you ...... Do you like that little girl? ”

When Tong Minkun heard the girl ask himself so bluntly, he only felt that his heartbeat was even faster, and he was afraid that she would see his cowardly appearance, so he quickly got up from the stone bench, took a few big steps, leaned on the trunk of the plane tree, and then nodded, "Hmm! Like. She was my classmate in kindergarten, and I actually ...... I had a crush on her for many years. Doesn't lavender represent waiting for love? Actually, I've been waiting for her ......"

Sure enough, Quint likes and likes the little girl......

Yao Siman's heart suddenly felt empty.

It's such a wonderful fate, I didn't expect that I would have such a similar childhood with Quint.

If only he were him.

It's a pity that he can't be the little prince, if it is the little prince, as long as he sees the birthmark on the right side of my face, he will definitely recognize me.

I don't know what the little prince will be like now......

Since Quint can't be the little prince, what about the little prince? When he was a child, he said that he liked me, that he would wait for me to grow up, and that he would definitely find me and marry me...... Did he forget? Or will you, like Quint, remember the things you did when you were a child? He...... Will it be the same as Quint waiting for that little girl, and waiting for me wholeheartedly?

As if being reminded of a small memory related to his childhood, Yao Siman sighed, thinking uncertainly.

In the end, she still shook her head: No, no, the little prince should not wait for her, it seems that ...... Her heart has slowly lived in other boys.

Thinking of this, she looked at Tong Minkun a little sadly.

At the same time, after Tong Minkun finished speaking, he secretly stared at Yao Siman, hoping that what he said just now had reminded the other party of what she had done in the sunflower kindergarten, and he could hear something related to the little prince from her mouth.

However, he waited for a long time, but he never heard her talk about anything related to the little prince.

It turns out that Xiao Man doesn't remember the little prince at all? ......

Tong Minkun's heart was a little gray and gloomy, and he couldn't keep up his spirits at all.

However, Xiao Man will definitely like the little prince again when he grows up in the end!

Thinking of this, Tong Minkun instantly swept away the gloomy color on his face.

On the other side, Yao Siman looked down at the small packet of unopened tissues in his hand, and thought: Although Xiao Kun likes other little girls, he still cares about me, right?

"Quint, can you give me this pack of tissues?" The girl suddenly asked.

"Hmmm! Yes, it's just a small packet of tissues! Tong Minkun squinted a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, smiled brightly and nodded.

Looking at Tong Minkun's heart-pounding smile, Yao Siman pursed her lips tightly and lowered her head, carefully placing the tissue in her school pants pocket, thinking that when she got home, she would save it in the purple wooden box that her grandmother gave her......

At the end of the memory, Tong Minkun pulled his thoughts back to the present and reached out to gently caress the trunk of the sycamore tree.

After so many years, it wasn't until late last night that he knew that it was ...... Xiao Man has never forgotten the little prince at all, and even went back to the kindergarten to find him!?

In the next moment, the young man's decadent head leaned lightly against the trunk of the tree and muttered in a low voice: "But, what then? Still nothing can be changed.

She's going to go abroad later anyway.......

It's better to get back if you don't have it......"

Stubbornly muttering as at the beginning, his heart was a little lonely, a little bored, and a little desperate, after hearing the lunch break bell, he no longer stayed under the tree, but reluctantly turned around and walked in the direction of the junior high school teaching building, the steps were so heavy and so broken.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that although he loved girls very much, he didn't really understand girls' minds.

Maybe it wasn't until a long time later that he would understand that it was his self-righteous thinking about her that made her sad to think that he had never liked her, and spikes grew in her heart, and she felt a faint pain for many years.