Shen Sihuan used the key brought by the management office to open the lattice in front of him, and a white porcelain vase was placed on the left side of it, and the bottle body was written "Shen Siyue", "1996.7.10-20" - the date behind it was out of sight due to angle problems.

On the right is an old camera, with a photo in front of it, on which the boy has clear eyebrows and a slight smile like a spring breeze. There were also a few notes pressed under the frame.

Shen Sihuan put the perfume on the edge of the photo frame, and his fingers lingered on the boy's face for a moment before re-locking the lattice.

"Ah Yue, it's so good, you have a lot of neighbors. It's almost full. ”

She smiled innocently, but Wang Yehan Shi behind her looked solemn.

"Look at me, have I grown taller?" She patted herself on the top of her head, "Remember what you said to me when we first met at the orphanage?" You said, 'If you bask in the sun, you will grow taller,' and you really didn't lie to me. ”

"But, look at the latter two, they grow more, and I'm still the little potato! It's annoying! ”

"Ah Yue, that perfume was made when I was a child, do you smell it, do you like it?"

"Ah Yue, I'm fine, how are you?"

“……”

She kept smiling, chattering as if she hadn't spoken for ten days and half a month.

It's just that no one answered.

No one will ever touch her head and gently answer her every question, just like the messages in WeChat are never responded to.

What were the words he hadn't spoken back then?

And behind them, none of them noticed that behind a certain pillar, there was a person standing there, for a long, long time.

The sleeves of the man's shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing the lines of his strong forearms, and he wore a watch with a brown leather wristband on his left wrist. There are deep and shallow scratches on the surface of the glass, silently telling the years of companionship with the owner......

[2005.]

Spring is infinite, and the sun is just right.

Lin City Wheat Field Orphanage.

A dozen teenagers were running on the grass, a soccer ball rolling between them.

Outside the field, an extravagant teenager sat under the shade of a tree, out of the way, quietly reading a book - it would be better if there was not a noisy and screaming little potato next to him.

"Come on! Brother Han Xiao, come on! Brother Wen Jian, come on! ”

A six- or seven-year-old, skinny girl cheered on both sides without any position, regardless of whether the ball was scored or not.

The boy frowned, and after a few minutes of perseverance, he finally failed, closed the book, and looked impatiently at the little potato on his left.

At this time, a flying shadow accompanied by the exclamation on the field, and in a blink of an eye, he quickly dropped the book and ran over.

"Ahh She fell to the ground, frightened.

A soccer ball hit the low wall behind him and bounced back, rolling between him and her.

She picked herself up quickly, got up at once, and ran happily towards the ball.

But a pair of hands picked up the ball before her.

"Wen Yan, you give me the ball, I'll kick, I'll kick." She was eager to try.

Wen Yan was expressionless, and silently took the ball a little higher, just out of the reach of her little short hand.

She didn't give up, she stood on tiptoe, and he took it a little higher; She didn't give up, bouncing upwards as he lifted the ball above his head.

Her little face was flushed, and her eyes were glaring angrily. He turned around silently, leaving her with an indifferent back of the head, and then raised his foot and kicked it, and the football flew away......]