Yellow plums are sweeter than green plums

Except for the pair of slippers, what he was wearing obviously had a big impact on Duan Qiuming.The schoolbag in his arms was put in front of the tombstone by Xiao Tian'er's parents back then, and it was a gift for Xiao Tian'er for the next semester.And that set of clothes was bought by Duan Qiuming with his first month's salary for Xiao Tian'er when he first started working. Wings flew away, but now, without any warning, he appeared on the person in front of him.

The boy's expression looked a little aggrieved, he thought for a while, and looked at Duan Qiuming with resentful eyes:

"Don't you remember me? I'm your sweetie..."

Duan Qiuming's eyes were confused for a while, but he calmed down soon, as if he was waiting for the other party's explanation.

"You, it doesn't matter if you don't know me, anyway, it's been so many years, I... I have grown up too. You don't have to be afraid, I, even if I am a ghost... a ghost will not hurt you, anyway, you like it so much I... I just want to go out with you, I've stayed in that place for so long, and only these few days every year will people visit me... I'm going to be suffocated to death."

Listening to his incoherent explanation, Duan Qiuming stared at him for a few seconds, then moved closer to smell the smell around him:

"You mean, you are the little boy who died when he was a child?"

The young man, who had already blushed when he saw the man approaching, nodded hastily, but the bag in his arms was easily snatched away by the man.He stretched his hand in and turned it over a few times, but the change in his face was very exciting. Duan Qiuming put the zipped bag back into the boy's hand, showing a thoughtful expression, and finally heaved a long sigh. Determined not to trouble him anymore.

"Next question, do you want to go back with me?"

When the young man heard the question clearly, a smile immediately bloomed on his face, and he answered several times in succession.

However, the more intense smell of plums overflowing from the neckline made Duan Qiuming find it difficult to concentrate on interrogating him.

"Do you have an ID card? Do you need an ID card to take the high-speed rail?"

Seeing the young man's expression dimmed immediately, Duan Qiuming knew that he probably didn't even know what an ID card was.

He raised his head timidly and looked at Duan Qiuming's serious expression, and he could guess that this was a very important thing, if not, maybe he couldn't go back with him.Thinking of this, the conditioned reflex in the eye sockets filled with tears, and rolled and rolled down the cheeks, Duan Qiuming's heart twitched when he saw it, but he was still a crybaby.

"Don't cry, let's talk about it later, do you have tissues?"

Obviously, this is also a difficult term. Seeing the boy pursed his mouth, he obviously fell into a new round of melancholy, and thinking about the possibility of tissues in the messy things in his bag, it is very slim.Duan Qiuming had no choice but to quickly take out a soft tissue from his bag, and wipe away the tears hanging on his face while no one noticed that he made him cry.

The soft touch made the young man feel a little bit comforted. Duan Qiuming's eyes were also soft when he looked at Duan Qiuming coaxing a child. Thinking about what Duan Qiuming said, it probably meant that he was willing to take him back. He said he would think for himself. If there is a way, you will definitely not abandon yourself.Thinking of this, the panic of being abandoned dissipated a bit, and the mood brightened again unconsciously.

The strange young man cried and laughed for a while, which made the usually calm man in front of him feel agitated.

The most difficult thing to calm down was that the tissues with his tears on them had a sweet and sour fruity scent.

Seeing the calm young man clutching the broken bag and the ticket, he fell asleep without knowing it, and found a comfortable position on his shoulders without knowing it.Although his origin is unclear, Duan Qiuming has no intention of pushing him away.

He knew he was lying, he was not Xiaotian, the Xiaotian he knew never cried, even if he fell from a tree and fell solidly, he didn't shed a single tear, the color he hated the most in Xiaotian It's the peach pink color of the slippers on the boy's feet. He knows that Xiaotian likes to eat green balls, but Xiaotian's favorite is meat stuffing, and he never touches peanut stuffing.

It's not like this boy who picked up those half-eaten peanut green balls and stuffed them into the bag like a baby.

Staring at the sleeping boy's face on his shoulder, and feeling the sweetness in his breath, Duan Qiuming couldn't help laughing.

After all, this little liar also got the most important thing wrong.

Xiao Tianer is a girl...