PPS Chapter 155

Chapter 155: “Brother Sanmu is So Late”

Chu Zhaoyi came alone to the small park in his childhood memories. After seven years, the small park hadn’t changed much, just looked a little more dilapidated.

After recovering his memory, Gu Yusen contacted the park’s developer and bought the entire area at a high price.

He also maintained the various equipment in the small garden very well,

Almost the same as seven years ago.

Chu Zhaoyi followed his memories and found the little mushroom house. Today was Wednesday, and early in the morning, so not many people were playing.

Its appearance was still the familiar one. The roof of the mushroom house was a bright red, dotted with white spots of different sizes, just like something out of a fairy tale.

The body of the house was a light yellow, with some peeling paint on the walls, revealing the mottled cement underneath.

The door was small, indeed a little narrow for the now eighteen-year-old, tall and straight Chu Zhaoyi.

Chu Zhaoyi bent down slightly and carefully squeezed himself into the little mushroom house.

The space inside was very cramped, and Chu Zhaoyi could only curl up, his knees almost touching his chin.

There was some dust in the corners, dancing in the light coming in from the small window in the roof.

Chu Zhaoyi sat inside blankly, the surroundings so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing.

His gaze was somewhat hollow, and it had been like this ever since he realized that the twelve-year-old Gu Yusen wasn’t real, not saying a word.

Gu Yusen didn’t dare to disturb him rashly, just quietly holding the thin body in his arms.

He didn’t know how long it had been before Chu Zhaoyi pushed him away and slowly came here.

Gu Yusen quietly followed behind Chu Zhaoyi without saying a word. Seeing Chu Zhaoyi’s actions, his heart ached, and he called to notify people that no one was allowed to enter the small park for the time being.

Chu Zhaoyi curled his eighteen-year-old self into the mushroom house that was spacious for his eleven-year-old self, while the eighteen-year-old Gu Yusen stood not far away, watching quietly.

When the twilight gilded the roof of the mushroom house with gold, Gu Yusen finally moved his stiff knees. His trouser legs were stained with blades of grass, and as he looked down to brush them off, he glanced at his wristwatch, the hands about to overlap at the Roman numeral VI.

Six o’clock sharp.

This was the time they had agreed to meet beside the mushroom house seven years ago.

The door frame of the mushroom house suddenly emitted a warm yellow light, and Gu Yusen slowly walked to the door.

Chu Zhaoyi’s ears twitched, realizing that someone was coming, and he wanted to move his stiff body.

In the backlighting, Gu Yusen knelt on one knee, seeing Chu Zhaoyi’s curled-up shadow swaying gently on the wall, like a wisp of mist that could dissipate at any moment. Seeming to sense the aura of a stranger, he unhappily hid himself further inside.

“A’Yi.” Gu Yusen softened his voice, his fingertips touching the cold outer wall of the mushroom house.

The curled-up figure suddenly trembled, Chu Zhaoyi’s dust-covered sneakers braced against the door frame, his hollow eyes gradually focusing on Gu Yusen, his eyes still carrying some unfamiliarity and incomprehension.

What was he doing here?

What was he here to do?

Oh, he had an appointment to meet Brother Sanmu.

But Brother Sanmu seemed to have never come.

Then who was the person in front of him?

Chu Zhaoyi’s chaotic brain couldn’t quite distinguish, and could only stare blankly at the person in front of him.

“Brother Sanmu is here to take you home.”

Liar, Brother Sanmu wouldn’t come. He had waited for a long, long time.

“Your mom made beef stew with potatoes for you tonight, said it’s your favorite.”

Liar, Li Yurong wouldn’t know what he liked to eat.

“So, will you go with Brother Sanmu? A’Yi?”

The nineteen-year-old Gu Yusen crossed the long river of time to fulfill the promise he made at twelve.

The slanting sunset suddenly made his eyes sting, and Chu Zhaoyi raised his hand to block his eyes.

Something warm seeped into his cuff through his fingers, spreading a faint saltiness.

When a coat with the scent of pine lightly wrapped around him, he heard the sound of the seed planted in his chest in childhood breaking through the soil.

“Brother Sanmu is so late.”