Mu Xiaoxiao lowered her head and looked at the small tomb next to her. Tears filled her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
She choked and said, "I'm thinking, if you...are still alive, will you always be by my side like him? I know you will."
"Aze... I really want to see you grow up. You will be very handsome, no worse than Jun Zeye."
Mu Xiaoxiao thought about her sadness and couldn't help her emotions. She buried her face in her knees, tears streaming down her face and soaking her clothes.
Her voice was very hoarse, and she whispered helplessly, "Aze... what should I do? I can't seem to remember you anymore."
Aze has been dead for so many years, and his appearance as a child has gradually become blurry in her mind. Even if she tried hard to recall it, she found that she could only recall an outline, but could not recall his clear appearance. .
Mu Xiaoxiao was so sad.
How could she forget Aze!
The more I cry, the more violent I become.
Suddenly, a warm hand touched the top of her head.
Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment and almost thought it was Aze. The next second he realized that it was Yin Shaojie.
Sure enough, I heard Yin Shaojie sigh and say in a deep voice, "I knew you were here."
Mu Xiaoxiao raised her head and looked at him with red eyes and tears.
"how do you know.
Yin Shaojie raised the coat in his hand. He originally brought it for her to wear because he was afraid that the wind would make it cold in the evening.
"You put it here last time. As soon as I saw it, I knew you had come here to see him."
The corners of Mu Xiaoxiao's mouth curled up, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
This time, she didn't hide it in front of Yin Shaojie. She threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and said with a cry in her voice, "Yin Shaojie, I miss Aze so much, I miss him so much..."
Yin Shaojie said nothing, just put his arms around her.
He turned his head and looked at the small tomb. He and Xiaoxiao made this small tomb together.
Aze was a playmate of the two of them when they were young, but he had an accident when he was a child and died young.
At that time, Xiaoxiao was sad for a long time and cried for a whole month.
The three of them often played in this backyard, so Xiaoxiao thought of making a small grave under this tree as a memorial to Aze, so that they would never forget him.
Mu Xiaoxiao cried for a long time. The sunset had already filled the sky and the light gradually dimmed.
She sniffed and raised her little head in his arms.
Yin Shaojie lifted her messy bangs and said, "Are you done crying?"
Mu Xiaoxiao said nothing and rubbed her face against his chest.
Yin Shaojie sighed and said, "Actually, it's me who should cry, right?"
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him puzzled, "What?"
"You are in my arms, crying for another man, what do you think?" Yin Shaojie looked at her and said.
Mu Xiaoxiao said, "It's different, this is Aze."
"Yes, he is different. He is more important in your heart than me, right?" Yin Shaojie said this deliberately.
Of course he didn't really care about this, he just wanted to divert her attention.
Mu Xiaoxiao looked at him angrily, "What are you talking about?"
Yin Shaojie said in a sour tone, "One of you is called Xiaoxiao and the other is Dada, and you were born in the same year, month and day. You and he had such a tacit understanding when we were young. You were always with him and left me alone."
Aze's nickname was Dada, and she gave it to him.
(Based on Shuishui’s obsessive-compulsive disorder, the title Mysterious Deskmate will also be written to 150. I wish everyone a happy New Year’s Eve~~! Has anyone sent a red envelope to Shuishui? Starry Eyes.)
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