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Yan Junge looked at the photo album not far away, sat upright like a carp, walked over quickly, picked it up and took a look, and it turned out to be a photo album!

Why haven't I seen a photo album here a few times before?

Finger caressing the words on the cover of the album, she couldn't help but smile, "Baby Yanyan takes photos from 4 to 10 years old."

"Baby Yanyan takes photos from 11 to 15 years old"

"Baby Yanyan takes photos from 16 to 20 years old"

Sitting cross-legged, he spread the photo album on the coffee table next to him. He gently opened the photo album and his eyes lit up. Her skin is fair with a faint blush, and her eyes are like bright stars. The young and beautiful young man had a faint smile on his lips, and Yan Junge couldn't help but grin, "Yanyan has been so beautiful since she was little!"

"I don't know if there are any negatives left. I have to keep a copy of these photos. (*▽*)"

Let’s start with the 16-year-old. They are basically Zhang Yiyan’s solo photos, photos of winning awards at school, photos of speeches, photos of traveling, etc.

After the single photos, there will definitely be several photos with Zhang Tianming. In the photos, the two of them are very close to each other, and they are smiling happily in almost every photo.

Yan Junge was a little annoyed, and secretly made up his mind that he would also record every bit of his time with Yanyan. He checked for several days and found nothing except that Zhang Tianming was Yan Yan's uncle.

However, why Zhang Tianming stopped himself from being with Yan Yan? When Zhang Tianming comes back, he must ask! (-?_-?)

After muttering a few words, he took another photo album and opened it. He couldn't help but be startled. He kept rubbing the photos with his fingertips. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Is this Yan Yan? Why are the words in every photo written in cloth?" Cover your eyes, why?”

This happened after I turned over several pages. I looked at the cover again and asked, "A group photo of ages 4 to 10?"

He scrolled back and forth, not until he was 8 years old did he stop covering his eyes with a white cloth, "Did Yanyan's eyes get sick when he was a child?"

With a slight movement of her fingers, she pulled out the first photo from the album, flipped through the back and saw, "The baby is 4 years old!"

I looked under the TV cabinet and asked, "Are there any that were before the age of 4? Didn't you take them out?"

He glanced at Zhang Tianming's room from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but frown. It was better not to go in and look for it. If he was discovered, he would be in trouble. Wait until Yanyan came out and ask him again!

He continued to look at the photo in his hand, rubbing his fingertips gently, and suddenly felt dizzy. Yan Junge rolled his eyes and fell into coma.

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When Yan Junge slowly opened his eyes, his vision gradually became clear from blur. When the dilapidated and shabby roofs came into view, he realized that he was in a completely unfamiliar place.

The layout of the room is old, like the decoration style of thirty or forty years ago. No, it's not decoration at all. It's just a wooden frame with some necessary furniture. He sat up suddenly, and his tentacles were the uncomfortable wooden bed. The wooden bed creaked and creaked with dissatisfaction due to his movements. Directly in front of him was a wooden cabinet with peeling paint, two wooden stools, and a closed door. wooden windows. Very crude!

The air was humid and muggy, filled with a faint musty smell, an unfamiliar smell that was neither familiar nor comfortable.

Yan Junge looked at the old man's shirt that obviously didn't fit him and knocked his head. No, wasn't he looking at the photo album and waiting for Yanyan?

Why did you fall into a coma? How did you get here? Where is this?

Words?

My heart skipped a beat, I must find Yanyan!

I immediately decided to explore the situation first, and carefully got out of bed. Only then did I see that my lower body was wearing gray pants that reached the knees. Is this style too old? Are these clothes still available in this day and age? Where have you been?

Carefully approach the window and look at the scene outside through the cracks in the wooden window.

This is a small farmhouse. The one he is in now should be the main house, and the two smaller rooms are probably the kitchen and utility rooms. At this time, an old man entered the yard carrying a pole, put down his things and entered the wooden house on the side with a smile. After a while, the old man led a three or four-year-old child out, still holding bowls and chopsticks in his hands! ??°??°??

Yan Junge was startled and murmured, "Why is this child also covering his eyes with a cloth?"

When he saw someone walking into the house, Yan Junge immediately lay back on the bed, acting as if he had just woken up in a daze.

After a while, the wooden door was pushed open. Seeing that he was awake, the old man put the dishes and chopsticks on the table outside and walked to the back room with a kind smile on his face. "Young man, you're awake! How do you feel?"

Yan Junge lifted the quilt and got out of bed, still with the same puzzled expression, "Old man, why am I here? What happened?"

"My old man doesn't know what happened to you. When I found you, you were lying in my vegetable patch, ahem, with no clothes on!"

"Uh,,, I just took a shower and was looking at a photo album at home. I'm here as soon as I woke up. Haha, I'm sorry!" Yan Junge tugged on the old man's shirt that didn't fit him well and smiled as he was harmless to humans and animals. , "Thank you for saving me!"

"There's no one who can't be saved. It's just a little effort! Everyone in the village calls me Lao Zhangtou, just follow suit." Lao Zhangtou happily waved his hand and invited Yan Junge to come out for dinner.

Yan Junge smiled and echoed, "How can I do that? I'll call you Uncle Zhang, and you can just call me Xiao Yan." Looking at the cloth shoes on the ground, he frowned slightly, but put on his heels and came up. These cloth shoes look like they were made by yourself. Where on earth are they? So backward?

When I arrived at the main room, I took a quick glance. I saw a dilapidated wooden door, a rusty iron lock, a dilapidated table and a few chairs occupying the middle of the main room. There was also a long table against the wall, the paint peeling off, revealing the wood underneath. There are some simple daily necessities and children's toys on the table. The floor is made of bare wooden boards, which makes a "crunching" sound when walking on it.

Sitting at the table in the middle was the child who was just now, about three or four years old. The piece of cloth covered most of his little face.

"Uncle Zhang, what is this?"

Lao Zhang sat forward and sat down, holding the child with one hand and placing it on his lap, "Xiao Yan, please sit down quickly. Don't mind if he has a simple meal. This is my grandson. He has had eye problems since he was a child. He must not see the light, otherwise his eyes will hurt!"

He said teasing the child in his arms, "Baby, say hello to uncle~"

The child in his arms had already noticed Yan Junge. Hearing this, he tilted his little head and looked at Yan Junge curiously. There were gaps in the blindfold, so he could see the person. His voice was soft and soft, "Uncle, okay~"

Yan Junge smiled and sat across from the two of them, "Hello, kid, what's your name? How old are you?"

"My name is Bao Bao. I will be four years old the day after tomorrow! When Bao Bao turns four, my father will come to pick me up!"

"The baby is great! Grandpa said it once and remembered it!" Lao Zhangtou smiled and rubbed the back of the baby's head. His eyes were full of doting, and he broke off a piece of cake and let the child take it and eat it slowly. He looked at Yan Junge and smiled and said, "Xiao Yan, stay at home for two days. I have told the village chief about your situation in the afternoon. He will find a way to contact your family to pick you up."

"Uncle, do you have a mobile phone? I can just make a call!"

"Mobile phone? Hahaha!!!! There is no mobile phone in this village. Only the village headquarters has a phone number. I will take you to make a call tonight."

"..." How backward it is here!

"Hey, that's troublesome! Uncle, to thank you for saving my life, I have a doctor I know in the hospital in the city. This child's eyes..."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Zhangtou interrupted him, "Xiao Yan, thank you for your kindness. His father will come back the day after tomorrow to take his child to the city for medical treatment."

"Okay, if you need any help, just ask!"

"You're too polite. Come on, let's eat."

"Okay, okay!" Yan Junge drank the sweet potato porridge, took a pancake and bit it, it was quite delicious! My eyes couldn't help but fall on the child in the old man's arms. The faster it went, the more it looked like the words in the photo!

"Grandpa, uncle is peeking at me!" The baby was nestled in Lao Zhangtou's arms, eating cakes in small bites, opening his mouth to drink the rice soup he was fed, and raising his finger.

"...Hahaha, uncle just saw you acting well while eating. He didn't mean to peek at you. Why is the baby so well-behaved~"

Children speak directly!

"The baby is already well-behaved~ Grandpa, isn't he~"

"Yes~" Lao Zhang glanced at Yan Junge with a smile in his eyes, but the smile did not reach his eyes. Holding the bowl in his calloused hands, he no longer looked at Yan Junge, but concentrated on feeding the child in his arms.