Jiang Yuezhe suddenly became interested, and he proposed: "Let's take a look together in a while." ”

"Yes, okay."

Zhuang Yiman went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of seafood noodles for Jiang Yuezhe to eat, Jiang Yuezhe found a bottle of red wine in the wine cabinet after eating, and by the way, took two goblets and pulled Zhuang Yiman to the living room to drink together.

The two sat cross-legged together on the carpet in the living room.

"How many years has my aunt died? It's been twelve years, hasn't it? ”

"Yes."

Zhuang Yiman nodded, and skillfully pulled out the cork of red wine with a corkscrew, and the mellow aroma of red wine diffused in the air.

She then poured red wine into the glasses of the two of them, and said in a fluttering tone: "It's been so many years in the blink of an eye, and I thought I wouldn't be able to survive when she just left, but fortunately I survived." ”

Even after so many years, Jiang Yuezhe still remembers that not long after his aunt died, his father took Zhuang Yiman to his home during the summer vacation.

At that time, Zhuang Yiman was in a very bad state, she was like a flower that had lost her vitality, dying, without the slightest anger, which made people worry.

She won't laugh and moan like before, she won't bully him naughtily, and she won't play with him.

She always sat alone, with a decadent and low expression on her face and an unusually hollow eye.

At that time, he overheard his father tell his mother that his sister had tried to commit suicide twice, but fortunately she was stopped but did not succeed.

During that time, Zhuang Yiman traveled between home and hospital almost every day, and she had to deal with psychiatrists every day and take antidepressant medication every day.

Jiang Yuezhe didn't want to think back to that time, because Zhuang Yiman at that time made people feel distressed and scared.

He reached out and touched Zhuang Yiman's head, "It's been hard work in the past few years. But I want to tell you that you're doing great, really great, and I'm so proud of you. ”

His comfort and praise made Zhuang Yiman's heart warm, and she smiled and teased: "Huh." The little one has grown up and knows how to comfort people. ”

"Hahaha, this tone is really similar to my mother. Look at how stupid we were when we were children. ”

"Stinky boy, you are stupid, your sister and I have been a beautiful goddess since I was a child."

"Okay, okay, just be happy."

After the two teased each other for a while, they opened the photo album.

The album is very thick, and it contains photos of Zhuang Yiman from birth to the age of sixteen, as well as many photos of Jiang Yuezhe.

Time is like an arrow, time flies, and the two innocent children have grown into adults in the blink of an eye.

Some of the adults in the photos are getting old, and some are no longer there.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are undoubtedly the most realistic and powerless things in life.

Jiang Yuezhe and Zhuang Yiman talked and laughed until late this night, and Jiang Yuezhe simply slept at Zhuang Yiman's house.

Because Zhuang Yiman's house only has two rooms, one of which has been converted into a study, so there is no extra room, Jiang Yuezhe can only sleep on the sofa in the living room.

In order to prevent the media from photographing him staying at Zhuang Yiman's house, Jiang Yuezhe left armed before Zhuang Yiman woke up at five o'clock in the morning.

It's just that even though he left quietly and didn't even disturb Zhuang Yiman, he still couldn't hide from the paparazzi who were buried in Zhuang Yiman's community for one night, trying to photograph the fierce material.

When Zhuang Yiman woke up, the headlines of major entertainment news were ...... Last night, Jiang Yuezhe stayed at Zhuang Yiman's house and did not leave quietly until five o'clock in the morning.