nostalgic dream

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The smoke burned all the way to Xia Zhimu's fingers, the girl shook her hand in pain, stomped out the cigarette butt that fell on the ground, took a mint in it, and went back to the house to make Lin Shuyan a cup of warm water. hot milk.

Within a few minutes, when Xia Zhimu opened the door, Lin Shuyan had already fallen asleep.

Xia Zhimu put the milk on the bed, turned off the bed light by the way, and quietly left the room to sit on the sofa, fighting against sleepiness.She was exhausted from the long journey and the exhaustion of boats and cars, but she didn't dare to sleep before her father came home, for fear that her mother would wake up again in the middle of the night.

Sitting and waiting is especially difficult, so the girl took out a thick photo album from the cabinet next to the TV, and didn't care if the wooden floor was dry or not, she just sat down cross-legged on the spot, flipping through the pages one by one, looking a little old. old photo album.

I heard Xia Wenbin say that this photo album was made by her grandfather when she was just born, and that her grandpa and grandma got a daughter when they got married. Xia Wenbin and his wife were nearly thirty years old when they had her, so her grandfather passed away before she could remember anything. Above is an old man who has never masked her face. She has no memory at all. The only impression she has is the photo album in her hand and the memories of her parents.

The first few pages were all taken by my grandfather, and the photos made from the film are already a little yellowed, and there is a sentence at the bottom of each photo, which year, month, day, and where they are doing.

The ones behind were all taken by Xia Wenbin, following the habits of my grandfather, but the photos became clearer and clearer as time went by, so clear that when Xia Zhimu turned to the photos of her junior high school, she was stunned.

July 7, X, Lake Ontario, Toronto.

In the photo, her parents are supporting her on one shoulder, and she is smiling brightly, with Lake Ontario glowing red in the afterglow of the setting sun behind her.

And the one below is a stranger... no, it's a girl with familiar features, with shoulder-length hair, wearing a dark green long dress, sitting next to her with a polite smile, the background should be in a restaurant .

The note is: the kind girl who helped to take pictures.

Is this... Kiki?

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Xia Wenbin didn't appear in front of Xia Zhimu until the white belly appeared in the sky.

"You're back." Xia Zhimu stood up and pinched her swollen legs. She had been sitting motionless for more than two hours. "Next time, don't leave mom at home alone. If you have a job, find someone else." Be with someone who can rest assured."

Xia Wenbin looked at the faint dark circles on the girl's face, and hurriedly urged: "I see, you should go to rest."

Xia Zhimu handed Xia Wenbin the photo album in his hand, pointed to the photo that made her uneasy, and asked nervously and expectantly: "Dad, do you still remember who this person is?"

Xia Wenbin squinted his eyes and thought about it carefully, then shook his head slightly and said, "It's been too long, I can't remember clearly."

Xia Zhimu pursed her lips, concealed the disappointment in her eyes, pretended not to care, and said, "It's okay, I'm just wondering why there is someone I don't know in my photo album." After finishing speaking, he closed the photo album and held it in his arms, "Then I'm going upstairs, good night."

"Mu Mu," Xia Wenbin called out to the girl who was walking up the stairs, "Tomorrow your mother wants to go to church, will you go with us?"

Xia Zhimu hesitated for a moment, now she is eager to go back to China to find Qiqi to verify her guess is correct, but it seems that she can't find any suitable reason for returning home just now... So she nodded and replied : "Okay, then call me tomorrow morning, I'll go up and take a nap for a while."

After talking, Xia Zhimu went back to the room and put the photo album on the desk. He took out the photo and took a photo with his mobile phone. He worriedly backed it up with several software, and then put the photo back to the original place with satisfaction. After tidying up the messy scores on the desk, I put the photo album on top.

What an unexpected surprise, if this person is really Qiqi, does Qiqi still remember?Hmm... I probably don't remember, after all, I just helped to take a photo, but why did I have dinner together?I really want to ask...

Xia Zhimu shook his head, trying to get this absurd idea out of his head, while telling himself: "It's hard for her not to be called Miss Xia anymore, stop doing some weird things."

Oh, Miss Xia...why did she become Miss Xia?She obviously wrote a lot of letters to Kiki...

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