Fall in love with summer flamingos

When Meng Zhao was fourteen years old, he heard Su Yangxia crying secretly at the door of her house. Meng Zhao hid on the stairs on the second floor and stood there motionless, waiting for Su Yangxia to stop crying before he slowly walked upstairs, looked at Su Yangxia's red and swollen eyes, greeted Su Yangxia as if nothing had happened, ran upstairs to put the schoolbag back, and then came down to take Su Yangxia out to play.

For more than ten years, Meng Zhao has been carefully protecting Su Yangxia's remaining self-esteem.

What happened six years ago left a huge shadow on Meng Zhao. He never thought that Su Yangxia would become so fragile and could lose her life at any time and anywhere. Meng Zhao felt extremely scared at that time.

"Zhao, why don't you go take a shower first." Su Yangxia said to Meng Zhao who was in a daze.

Meng Zhao suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Su Yangxia: "Oh, wait for me, I have to go downstairs to get the box first, you watch TV first."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Su Yangxia stood up and prepared to go with Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao pushed Su Yangxia down and said, "Why are you going down there? Two people carrying boxes? Didn't you laugh at me back then?"

Su Yangxia smiled and said, "Okay, go ahead. I'll get you a set of my pajamas."

Meng Zhao nodded and walked downstairs. Su Yangxia looked at Meng Zhao's back and felt a little strange.

He felt that Meng Zhao had changed a lot in recent years. The noisy Meng Zhao from the past seemed to be still there but also seemed to be gone. Sometimes Su Yangxia felt that Meng Zhao's current noisy behavior was pretended, and he seemed to have a lot more worries in his heart.

Su Yangxia felt that it was probably because of her situation in recent years and what happened back then that Meng Zhao became like this because of a huge blow she had dealt to him.

Or maybe Meng Zhao has really matured. Su Yangxia feels that maturity has always been out of reach for Meng Zhao.

Su Yangxia always thought that even when Meng Zhao was in his seventies or eighties, he would still look like an old naughty boy.

In the evening, Su Yangxia sent a message to Li Mingfan. Li Mingfan told her not to worry, but there was still no news from Gu Shiye, so Su Yangxia couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Although Li Mingfan told Su Yangxia not to worry, how could Su Yangxia feel at ease without any news about Gu Shiye?

Meng Zhao walked into the living room grunting, carrying a box. Su Yangxia looked at the box, which seemed quite heavy. She wondered what was in it.

Su Yangxia stood up and walked over to look at Meng Zhao, "Didn't you say it was very light?"

"Can that let you compete with me for the opportunity to train muscles?" Meng Zhao raised his head and looked at Su Yangxia and smiled.

Meng Zhao squatted on the ground and opened the suitcase: "Look, what I brought you."

Su Yangxia watched Meng Zhao bring out several cans of ketchup from his suitcase and asked, "Is this for Gu Shiye?"

Meng Zhao placed the cans neatly on the ground: "Don't pretend, isn't tomato noodles your favorite? You've been eating it since you were a child."

"I know what you want. I asked my grandma for the recipe and made it myself. To make it, I ate ten cans of oranges in two days, just for these ten bottles of ketchup." Meng Zhao smiled foolishly and patted the ten cans of ketchup.

Su Yangxia squatted down, picked up a bottle and looked at it. It was done quite well: "Zhao, you are thoughtful."

Meng Zhao put his arm around Su Yangxia's neck and said, "Of course. I love you the most. I'm almost getting diabetes from eating so much."

Su Yangxia was a little unsteady in Meng Zhao's arms, so Meng Zhao put his hand down and continued to pack the things in the suitcase.

"Are you only bringing these few pieces of clothes?" Su Yangxia looked at the two shirts, two pairs of trousers and a few pairs of underwear in Meng Zhao's suitcase.

Meng Zhao took out the clothes and hugged them: "Why not just change them? Do you have to change them every day in City A? Or is this your Gu Shiye's rule?"

"Not really. It's hard to dry wet clothes here, but you can wear mine." Su Yangxia took two cans of ketchup and walked towards the kitchen.

Meng Zhao put down his clothes and walked to the kitchen with a few cans of ketchup. "I haven't really thought about this problem. We can hang it up at night and do anything the next day."

Su Yangxia opened the refrigerator door and put the ketchup in: "It's okay, we are about the same height."

Meng Zhao handed the ketchup in his hand to Su Yangxia and looked at Su Yangxia's height: "Then I should be taller than you."

"You can go downstairs to measure your height tomorrow. There is a scale at the kitchen door." Su Yangxia went to the living room and brought in a few more cans.

Meng Zhao nodded and looked at Su Yangxia's hair: "I should be taller than you."

"Move aside, why are you so concerned about height?" Su Yangxia pushed the person who was in the way away with his shoulder.

Meng Zhao went out and brought in the remaining cans. "So what? Comparing sizes? Haha."

Su Yangxia rolled her eyes at Meng Zhao and said, "Has this been going on for six or seven years and you still can't get over it?"

"Isn't this to help you recall the rare moments when you acted stupid?" Meng Zhao smiled with his lips curled.

"Is there any need to compare?" Su Yangxia squinted at Meng Zhao, closed the refrigerator door and walked out of the living room.

Meng Zhao followed Su Yangxia and said, "That's right. I've only seen your little brother six years ago."

"What? You want to show it to me now?" Su Yangxia sat down on the sofa and teased Meng Zhao.

"Then I'll take it out." Meng Zhao pretended to make a gesture.

Su Yangxia laughed and scolded: "Get lost, don't burn my eyes."

Meng Zhao pulled up his pants and squatted on the ground to pick up his clothes again: "Should I put it in that room?"

Meng Zhao pointed to an open bedroom door and asked Su Yangxia. Su Yangxia nodded, and Meng Zhao walked in holding his clothes.

"The pajamas are here." Su Yangxia patted the edge of the sofa after seeing Meng Zhao pack his suitcase.

Meng Zhao walked over and looked at the pajamas and smiled: "You've worn this set so much that it's almost seeping through your flesh, right? Why don't you throw it away?"

"What are you talking about? Do you want to wear it or not?" Su Yangxia glanced at him and said.

Meng Zhao picked up the pajamas and held them in his arms: "Put them on, these are your Supreme Treasure pajamas."

Su Yangxia bought this set of Pikachu pajamas many years ago. He bought two sets at once. The pattern of the dancing Pikachu on the speaker that Gu Shiye gave him is exactly the same.

Su Yangxia has been wearing this pajamas to sleep over the years. It has faded due to his washing and the fabric has become much thinner, but Su Yangxia has never been willing to throw it away and even brought it to City A.

Although he never wore it again, Su Yangxia would always take it out from time to time to touch, look at it, and smell it.

Over the years, Su Yangxia always held the corner of his pajamas when he slept, as if the clothes belonged to Gu Shiye. He would wash his pajamas with the brand of shower gel that Gu Shiye often used, so that the smell would last for several days.

Su Yangxia left the other set of pajamas at her home in S City. Su Yangxia washed and wore these two sets of pajamas, and they accompanied him through countless days and nights.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no other pajamas for Meng Zhao to wear, Su Yangxia would not be willing to give him this set. After all, his pajamas suit Meng Zhao better than Gu Shiye's.

Meng Zhao finished his shower quickly. His clothes were not buttoned properly and his hair was still wet. He wiped it with a towel a few times and sat on the sofa.

Su Yangxia looked at Meng Zhao wearing her pajamas and couldn't help but smile: "Don't mention it, it suits you quite well."

Meng Zhao glanced down at himself and asked, "Suitable for Pikachu?"

"No, this kind of cute pajamas is suitable." Su Yangxia pointed at Meng Zhao's face.

Meng Zhao touched his face and looked at Su Yangxia: "What's wrong with your face? What are you pointing at?"

"I find that your eyes are much bigger than before." Su Yangxia tilted her head and looked into Meng Zhao's eyes.

Meng Zhao pushed him and squeezed next to him: "Go away, they are big to begin with. I was just too lazy to open them before. My grandma said I have almond eyes."

"What are almond eyes?" Su Yangxia asked in confusion. Meng Zhao opened his phone, searched it, and handed it to Su Yangxia.

Su Yangxia took the phone, glanced at it, and then looked at Meng Zhao: "Oh, it means round eyes."

Meng Zhao sneered: "I've already told you the name, and you still say you have round eyes and flat eyes."

Su Yangxia touched his eyes and asked curiously, "What kind of eyes are these?"

Meng Zhao took a closer look and said, "You, you have peach blossom eyes."

Su Yangxia frowned and murmured, "Peach blossom eyes? Are they flat or round?"

Meng Zhao put his arm around Su Yangxia's neck and took a closer look. "Come, come, let me see if it's round or flat, eh? It seems to be neither round nor flat, very beautiful."

"As a man, what do you watch all day long?" Su Yangxia joked with Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao hooked his arm around Su Yangxia as they watched the scene on TV. "When I first met you as a kid, I thought this little boy was really good-looking, but he was a little fierce."

Su Yangxia laughed: "At the age of eight or nine, what do you know about beauty and ugliness?"

"Isn't that nonsense? If it looks comfortable, it is beautiful, and if it looks uncomfortable, it is ugly. That's how I distinguished it back then." Meng Zhao put his hand on Su Yangxia's shoulder.

Meng Zhao paused and continued, "But you were the real murderer during the fight. You left teeth marks all over my neck."

"How dare you talk about me, scratching my face and pulling my hair." Su Yangxia smiled and recalled her childhood with Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao leaned back on the sofa and looked at him sideways: "I don't want to pull your hair, I'm afraid you'll bite my neck off. How can you bite me in a fight?"

Su Yangxia rolled her eyes and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Maybe it's because it's easier to use force on your teeth."

"You have scars left on your face from the bite from Hei Pi, did you know that?" Meng Zhao said with a smile.

Su Yangxia shook her head: "I don't know, I've never met him."

"I've seen it twice. It was walking around me. It's not as dark now, but the scar is more obvious. You were being lenient with me then, right?" Meng Zhao said casually as he buttoned up his pajamas.

Su Yangxia paused and said, "Well, I reacted in time. If I really bite it, I'll get it in."

Meng Zhao stretched his legs and placed them on the small stool beside the coffee table. He said to Su Yangxia, "It's past ten o'clock. You should go take a shower. I'm very tired from driving today and want to go to bed early."

"Well, then you watch TV for a while." Su Yangxia walked towards the bathroom holding the satin pajamas beside the sofa.