mistakenly compared you to a star

This was Yan Ke's happiest day in three months, and he was smiling contentedly all the way.As soon as he returned to his residence, he took some desserts that were about to go bad in the refrigerator, sat on the balcony and stared blankly out of the window.

Although Chu Zichen's affairs have become more complicated, fortunately, the third personality not only does not repel him, but is very close to him.At such a time, it would be great if such a cute little girl could become the bond between himself and Zichen.

He opened Weibo habitually, found the location of the fan list he had read last time, and continued to search down.

I don't know how long he watched it, but an account without an avatar "Smiling Baa Baa" caught his attention, and this ID actually only followed him.

When he saw this account, he had a different feeling, and couldn't help but click on his homepage first.

The homepage is a series of pure texts talking to itself, no one comments or likes, quietly and faithfully recording the inner turmoil of the blogger.

"It's so difficult, what can I do to be worthy of your efforts for me..."

"Why are you always tired and frowning so tightly. If I'm good enough, you won't have so many troubles."

"You are really dazzling, but when I look up at you, I feel smaller and smaller."

"Brother, if this is the way you like, I will try my best to adapt."

When reading these sentences, for some reason, Zichen's original clear and pleasant voice rang in his ears.

Could this be Zichen's trumpet?

Are these Zichen's real voices?

Who is it that makes him so humble, is it himself?

He trembled and clicked his attention.

At the moment when they turned into mutual attention, a lot of dynamics suddenly unfolded on the screen, and all the photos he had been looking for for a long time were displayed in front of his eyes.

It turned out that Zichen had already made these photos visible in Moments.Those sweet thoughts and memories, as long as you want to pay attention, will always be open to you.

But when he was by his side, he never cared about it.

It was only when he browsed through the news that he was surprised to find that the photo of the two of them was actually only a small part of the photo.Maybe Zichen knows that he doesn't like taking selfies. Apart from group photos, there are more trivial and life-like casual photos, such as the dishes he once cooked for Zichen, the couple coats he made out of coincidence, and the setting sun. The shadow of the two people inadvertently connected together... a series of vivid past events are connected in series.

There are also photos Zichen secretly took of herself.While sleeping, while working, while napping on the couch.The self in the photos is always so perfect, every angle and every beam of light is gentle and full of affection.It is said that photos will record the emotions of the photographer. Zichen himself has always been like this in his eyes.

What I cherish the most are those few photos with Zichen, which were taken when they were the happiest. In each photo, Zichen leaned on herself intimately, making no secret of her love for herself. The smile was so bright that it made him want to cry.What a time, he would give anything to get back to that moment in the picture.

He didn't understand why his former self thought Zichen was ordinary, but in every group photo, only Zichen was the brightest color in the picture.

In those days, it was Zichen who was too ordinary in his eyes, who perfectly wrapped up the self-willed and angular self.

He suddenly recalled what Zichen said: "I am afraid that one day I will forget everything, including my brother. At least there will be photos to see."

At that time, he did not expect that the lost person was himself.But now, he finally found his starting point.

Can they still start over?

Zichen, from today on, let me come close to you.

Early the next morning, Yan Ke came to Lu Kuan's house with many snacks and toys that children would like.

"Father!" He had just appeared outside the iron gate when Chenchen on the lawn saw him and screamed, sliding the wheelchair towards him.

Yan Ke stepped forward and opened his arms towards her.The moment Chenchen threw herself into his arms, the wheelchair hit his leg directly, but the pain was immediately overshadowed by joy.

Chenchen's lively and innocent appearance made him enter the role of father in an instant. He stroked Chenchen's head: "Baby, do you miss Dad?"

"Think about it! Dad, hug!" Chenchen opened her arms to him and said delicately.

Yan Ke leaned over and picked her up, almost forgetting that the other party was still an adult's body. When he straightened up, he almost slipped to the waist, but he still gritted his teeth and stabilized.

The little girl was giggling, hugging his neck and not letting go, let him hold him and shake for a long time before agreeing to get off the ground.

Chenchen can't walk, but she can sit cross-legged or lie on her stomach.So Yan Ke put her on the grass, and accompanied Chenchen to play with dolls, building blocks, and animal models.

When Chenchen was seriously building her own zoo, Yan Ke was instantly distracted by this familiar face close at hand.Although he knew rationally that this was Chenchen, he couldn't help but think of him as Zichen in his heart.

His heart was beating fast, and he mustered up the courage to pinch that tender little face, and his body temperature rose accordingly.

After all, a child's expression on an adult's face generally looks stupid.But why is Zichen so cute when she winks innocently and acts like a baby like a little girl?

I kind of miss his soft lips...

He recited a long section of the Qingxin Sutra in his brain, reminding himself that this is not his Zichen, this is a seven-year-old girl!Intimacy is a crime!

The whole morning passed, and when it was close to noon, Chenchen said, "Dad, I'm hungry."

Yan Ke said: "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

Chenchen: "Egg Fried Rice!!"

Yan Ke laughed: "Is this the only one?"

"Yeah! I want fried rice with eggs!"

Yan Ke recalled that when Chenchen's personality first appeared, he was in the hospital, because he didn't have enough energy at the time, so he chose some simple cooking when cooking, and cooked egg fried rice for her a few times.At that time, he secretly blamed himself for being perfunctory, but he didn't expect that this smell was what the little girl missed most.

Yan Ke patted her head: "I see."

He entered the kitchen and began to skillfully steam rice, chop vegetables, and cook soup, all three at the same time.Chenchen didn't know when she moved her wheelchair to the door and watched intently.

After a while, pepper pork belly and chicken soup, garlic pork ribs, and stir-fried kale came out one by one. Yan Ke suddenly realized that he had made the first dish at Zichen's house.

Chenchen couldn't wait to come to the dining table, grabbed the chopsticks and started eating.After taking a few mouthfuls, her movements suddenly slowed down, and her eye circles turned red, and she raised her hand to wipe it off.

"What's the matter baby, is it hot?" Yan Ke stood up nervously to check.

"No..." Chenchen shook her head ignorantly, "That's right, that's... This taste, Chenchen is thinking about it."

Yan Ke was stunned, and suddenly remembered how similar the scene when Zichen ate the meal he cooked for the first time, and how it is now.Does this mean that Zichen's memories and emotions still exist somewhere in this world...

This discovery caused a storm in his heart, he couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged Chenchen tightly in his arms.

Zichen, you must still be there.