Chapter 929
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It wasn't until four in the afternoon that Father Song called the two of them home.
It was obvious that Father Song was in a good mood after talking to Mother Song for so long. On the way back, the corners of his lips were raised the entire time.
When they reached home, Xu Jiamu had just parked the car when Father Song suddenly said, "Sisi, daddy wants to eat the chicken from Qiaoxi, can you buy one for daddy?"
Xu Jiamu turned off the engine and turned to look at her. "Wait, I'll go with you."
"Sisi can go alone, it's not far." Father Song said. "Xiao Xu, come sit with me in the park."
With Xu Jiamu's support, Father Song slowly walked into the park.
Father Song walked and stopped. Every now and then, he would point in a direction and say a few words about Song Xiangsi.
"That tree... is at least thirty to forty years old. When Sisi was young, she loved to jump rope with her friends."
"In the past... there wasn't a man-made lake there, it was just built a few years ago. Back then, when Sisi was young, it was just a pit. She played there with a bunch of boys, and every time she came home, she would be covered in mud and get scolded by her mother."
"Also, that cypress forest has been around for decades. Back then, those cypress trees were just a few twigs stuck into the soil. I didn't expect them to grow into towering trees. When Sisi is unhappy, she likes to hide in the cypress forest and cry."
"There's a scar here on Sisi's forehead. When she was young, she played here with other kids and accidentally knocked herself against it. Now it's covered by her hair, so you can't see it. You have to push aside her hair to see it."
Father Song walked a full circle around the park, and in the end, Xu Jiamu carried him back home.
He was already exhausted, but he refused to rest. He pulled Xu Jiamu into his bedroom, and pointed at a very old table, gesturing for Xu Jiamu to open the drawer.
Xu Jiamu did as he was told, and saw a huge metal box inside. Following Father Song's instructions, he carried it out.
Father Song patted the seat by the bed, gesturing for Xu Jiamu to sit down. Then, he opened the metal box, and there were many photos inside. Some were black and white, some were color, some were old, some looked new, and some were clippings from entertainment magazines.
Father Song caressed the photos for a long time, and then pulled out a black and white photo. He said to Xu Jiamu, "This is Sisi's hundred days. Look at how fat she was back then, not like now, she's so skinny that a gust of wind could blow her over."
"This is a photo of her when she was one year old. Her mother brought her to a photo studio in the city. Look at her now, isn't she already very pretty?"
"This is a photo of her when she was three... When she first entered elementary school... This is a photo of her when she received an award in third grade... This is a photo of her with her grandparents... This is a photo of her in middle school... And this is a photo of her in high school. Back then, there were already many people who wrote our Sisi love letters... This is a photo of Sisi in second year of high school. That was the year her mother passed away. She didn't seem to have any effect, so when you look at this photo, her little face is tense."
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