Those photo albums and the diary record every detail of a boy's growth into a young man.
It's not detailed, but there are a lot of noteworthy things that are private to Five Hundred and don't want anyone to have access to.
In that diary, there are also the thoughts of a young man, the thoughts of secretly falling in love with a girl.
Xiao Ai is not the only one in the world who likes to record. She thought that a man like Wubai was careless, but his heart, where no one could see it, all the details were hidden in his diary.
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His young, hidden, slowly fermenting love was all given to a girl who was out of reach.
That girl, her name is not Xiaoai, her name is Lingmaimai, a girl who is about to become Gu Zhisheng's wife.
Separated by a door, there are two men and women who feel very embarrassed.
Xiao Ai was sitting on the bed, and Wu Bai was standing in front of the sink. Only they could understand their own thoughts.
For a long time, for a long time, Huanhuan came to open the door.
Then she opened the door and came in. She saw Xiao Ai sitting on the bed. She walked in with a smile: "I knew you were up. Xiao Ai, do you want to go downstairs for breakfast or eat in the house?"
"Auntie, I want to go downstairs to eat."
She couldn't stay in this awkward bedroom where even the air was stagnant.
"Then Auntie will ask someone to push the wheelchair over to you." Huanhuan looked left and right, "It's five hundred. Didn't you come upstairs?"
"Mom, Five Hundred is in the bathroom."
Just as he was talking, Wubai walked out of the bathroom with a natural expression and walked towards Huanhuan with a smile: "Mom, I'm here."
"You carry Xiao Ai and go downstairs to eat, so that I don't have to ask someone to find a wheelchair again, which is quite troublesome."
Wubai nodded: "Okay."
This breakfast was completely silent.
Huanhuan was busy with her own business. He and she were the only ones in the dining room. He had already eaten and brought another bowl of millet porridge to drink with her. The mobile phone on the table rang frequently, but Wubai didn't answer it. He lowered his head and held his hand.
Holding a spoon in my hand, I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
Xiao Ai glanced at him several times and couldn't help but remind him: "Five hundred, your phone number."
Wu Bai then agreed, but didn't answer the call, hung up directly, and then replied to a text message.
Xiao Ai mustered up the courage: "Wubai, do you like Maimai?"
"It's all in the past, don't think about it." Wubai said, and added: "What young man doesn't have a girl in his heart? There is nothing wrong with us. Maimai and Shengsheng are getting married."
Xiao Ai continued to lower her head and did not continue to ask. She actually didn't know how to ask about this matter, which was quite embarrassing.
Of course she knew that there was nothing between him and Maimai. In Maimai's heart, she had always been thinking of Gu Zhizun, who looked so much like Zunzun that it was impossible to tell who was who.
Moreover, the diary recorded things that happened many years ago. At that time, she had not dated him yet. She could not question him. How could he hide a girl in his heart before dating her?
Such a question makes no sense at all.
For example, it's like a man and woman talking about being friends. The girl discovers that the boy liked a girl before, and that was before dating her. Is it because of this that she has to have trouble with the boy?
Even if she felt dissatisfied and cared about it, she couldn't do that.
However, this fact made her extremely uncomfortable.
Thinking that Maimai and Gu Zhisheng are about to get engaged, and that they are a good couple on the screen, Xiao Ai feels lucky again. Fortunately, Maimai has her happiness.