Shen Jiayu has an independent consciousness, she is like a ghost floating in mid-air, unable to participate in the past, but able to retain her thoughts.

After the five-year-old little tuanzi got Yan Yu's reply, he waved his fleshy little hand and was about to run away, but the boy who was still in the tree stared blankly at her back, opened his mouth to say something but didn't make a sound.

Shen Jiayu felt the heartache, come back, look back, she shouted silently.

Five-year-old Shen Jiayu seemed to hear her call, ran two steps and stopped, turned around, and invited the boy: "Little brother, do you want to be together?" ”

She shook the paper kite in her hand, and simply regarded Yan Yu as her playmate.

Yan Yu didn't seem to expect her to call him together, a little surprised, a little surprised, maybe a little nervous, but his eyes seemed to have been washed with water, Qing Lingling, almost panicked: "Okay, you wait for me." ”

Afraid that Xiao Tuanzi would regret him, he slipped down from the tree, accidentally caught his clothes by the branches, hooked a hole, and the rough bark also cut his skin, he should have felt pain, but he ignored it completely, and caught up with Xiao Tuanzi in three or two steps.

"Let's go, let's go."

So Xiao Tuanzi stretched out his hand and took him, and the two went to the garden of Yufu.

Shen Jiayu's heart was sour and soft, it turned out that His Royal Highness had been so cute and lonely, and he could be so nervous about things that seemed ordinary to her.

Then she saw that her five-year-old self was tired of playing, so she sat down on the ground casually, threw the paper kite in her hand, and when her father and mother came to pick her up, she didn't think that the paper kite took it away.

The feeling of swaying came, Shen Jiayu knew that this was the dream that was about to collapse at the end, and she did not panic at all after experiencing it twice, and then as soon as the picture turned, her perspective suddenly became higher.

Oh, it's her who grows taller.

"Brother Yanyu, you sweat a lot, is it hot?"

The thirteen-year-old girl is in the prime of her cardamom years, and her voice is no longer as soft and waxy as when she was five years old, with a sense of clarity.

Shen Jiayu found that this was the first time her dream appeared in another place, not in Yufu, but in the suburbs, but for some reason, the two of them were dressed up tightly, and they were still wearing hats on their heads, as if they were afraid that people would recognize them, and they probably ran away.

It's hard for her not to suspect that it was her own idea.

At this time, the two of them were in the shade of the tree, and the cover of the leaves took off the hat slightly, and fine sweat appeared on Yan Yu's head, his stature was very high, and the girl only reached his chest, and his voice also changed, between a clear juvenile voice and a deep man's voice.

"It's fine."

The boy leaned against the trunk of the tree and looked up, when suddenly he felt something fall softly on his face, and he reached out and grabbed it, it was the girl's wrist.

The girl had a handkerchief in her hand and was about to press it on his forehead.

The girl broke free in a little panic, pressed the handkerchief into his palm, turned her head and said quickly, "Wipe it quickly." ”

Shen Jiayu was struck by lightning, if she could act on her own now, she would definitely cover her chest, and the handkerchief was really hers.

She also saw the style of the handkerchief clearly, at that time she was being forced by her grandfather to learn to paint, but unfortunately she couldn't sit still, and she had to run at every turn, but her grandfather wanted her to purify her heart, and often tempted her with food, Yu Kaiyu always teased her on the side, and she would occasionally cooperate.

Later, on a whim, she took a plain white silk handkerchief, she had never practiced female red, and embroidery was even more ignorant, so she took waterproof pigments and painted on Supa, and painted a swimming fish, the chubby kind, and her grandfather saw it and praised her, saying that she painted very well.

She was a little proud, and went to Yu Kaiyu to show off, Yu Kaiyu's reaction was very direct, he couldn't straighten up with a smile, and in the end, in order not to make his little cousin sad, he praised a few words, which was particularly insincere.

And this handkerchief was given to sixteen-year-old Yan Yu by thirteen-year-old Shen Jiayu.

"Huh."

Yan Yu smiled, but did not wipe the sweat with it, but wiped it with the handkerchief in his sleeve, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully for a long time, the girl was very nervous, she was afraid that it would not look good, and she was anxious to take it back, thinking that she would draw a better one for him another day.

Yan Yu raised his arm: "Isn't this for me?" Is there any reason to go back? ”

"Hmph, I just borrowed you to wipe your sweat, who said I was going to give it to you."

The girl said arrogantly, but she was a little shy, and she didn't want to come back.

The handkerchief is made of silk, horizontally it is silk, vertically it is silk, Shen Jiayu is acacia to Yan Yu, horizontal is also lovesick, vertical is also lovesick, and the little daughter's feelings are unobstructed.