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“A-Yao, as a child, was so cute…” Lan Xichen flipped through the photo album on his lap. The image had yellowed slightly with age. The chubby and soft little doll-like baby in the middle of the picture was happily chewing his own clasped hands while looking at the camera with big eyes, contemplating something unknown.
“That’s a given.” Meng Shi genially mentioned that Jin Guangyao started chattering early when he was a child and was a very talkative baby. “When he was little, A-Yao captured countless jiejies and aunties. Whenever they spotted him, they ran to hug him. He also had no fear and smiled at whoever he met.”
“Mom,” Jin Guangyao came out wearing an apron around his waist. “Why did you show him this? I was just a silly child at the time. I’m so embarrassed.”
“Ai, it’s fine. Xichen is not an outsider, right?” Meng Shi laughed. “Besides, I have such an impressive son. Of course, I have to bring him out to boast.”
“Mom… Ah…” Jin Guangyao was helpless. He considered it, decided he didn’t mind, and simply turned around, going back into the kitchen. After a while he served the dinner dishes and called the two over to eat.
In the evening, after washing up, Jin Guangyao stood in front of the window in a daze and was hugged by Lan Xichen from behind. “A-Yao. I wish I’d met you sooner.”
“Oh? Why?”
“I want to participate in your life and be with you a little earlier,” Lan Xichen rubbed the tip of his nose against Jin Guangyao’s cheek, “I really want to know what A-Yao was like as a child.”
“Didn’t you see all the photos already?” Jin Guangyao turned around and saw Lan Xichen holding a sheet in his hand. Taking a closer look, he realized it was a photo of him at a month old. He reached out to take it, “Why did you steal my photo?”
Lan Xichen avoided Jin Guangyao’s hand with a smile, lifted it up to stare at it again and again. “It’s auntie who granted it to me. She let me choose. So, I just picked this one.”
Jin Guangyao was about to try to grab it again, but his hands were easily seized. Lan Xichen pressed him down on the bed. At this time, Lan Xichen, like a rascal, waved the photo in front of his eyes and stuffed it into his pocket again.
“A-Yao, A-Yao,” Lan Xichen murmured, kissing Jin Guangyao’s lips, “A-Yao, I really like you.”
“Me too,” Jin Guangyao, hearing the soft whisper, couldn’t help but respond to him, his kiss, and his body.
“In the future, we will be together on this path…”
“Yes, we will always walk together.”