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There were not only photos in the drawer, but also several old greeting cards and cute little objects. These were birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, etc. that Yun Shuqian had given him.
The words on the greeting card were handwritten by her. They were big and ugly. They were far inferior to her current delicate handwriting, but they still had an innocent and lovely feel to them.
Song Jiamu hasn't opened this drawer for a long time, and it's filled with memories.
Watching with him every year, starting from the earliest memories, all the way to the graduation photos of the senior year of high school, the two people's positions for taking pictures are getting farther and farther apart...
All kinds of small gifts have been around for many years, and when taken out now, they can be called "tattered" existence, such as this jar of paper stars and this jar of small paper cranes.
But even this pile of rags was not something he was willing to throw away. When his home was undergoing major renovations and he moved out to temporarily rent a house, he took all these 'rags' with him.
Because of the stay-at-home incident, he began to re-examine his relationship with Yun Shuqian.
What kind of feelings does he have for her?
Friendship? They are really good brothers, right?
If the two of them had just met now, he felt that he could sort out this feeling easily, but precisely because they grew up together, year after year, memories one after another were superimposed on each other, whitewashing and blurring the memories.
When I wanted to think about it more clearly, I realized that it was as difficult as peeling off the cocoon.
The wind blew in from the window, and the pages of the old diary on the table were turning. The dandelion she had given her spread out like snowflakes, as if memories were blooming.
Song Jiamu woke up in a daze, hurriedly closed the window, and fished for the velvet flying in the air, looking a little embarrassed with his anxious look.