Growth Record

  For the first time, I savored a table of exquisite dishes with a taste like chewing wax. Even the journey back home felt long and unbearable. I couldn't wait to find out what had happened over the years and what I had missed.

  Half an hour felt like two hours, and when I returned to Villa No. 17, the two little white furballs were squatting on the steps at the door, wagging their tails, and their fluffy ears twitching up and down.

  Those who were anxious and uneasy were comforted by their cute appearance.

  I picked up the two, and then I heard Su Hao's displeased voice, shouting "Aunt Zhou", stepping on the stairs, turning into the dining room and rushing to her: "I remember saying it very clearly last time, this place doesn't need another clock worker!"

  "What's wrong, sir? I didn't mean to. Xiaoya said she encountered a problem that she couldn't solve herself... I, I thought you were a great lawyer..."

  Aunt Zou's voice was laced with a hint of inexplicable panic, but before she could finish speaking, Su Hao cut her off: "This is your salary and severance pay, take it and leave now, don't come back!"

  I was chilled by the cold tone in his voice, and at this moment I saw a person hastily coming down from the stairs, with long hair reaching her waist, a pink long-sleeved sweater, thin legs in light-colored jeans, and most importantly - she was wearing my slippers.

  What a disgusting thing this is.

  I furrowed my brow and took over Su Hao's slippers, wearing them as I shuffled to the living room and put the two little white balls on the sofa.

  The woman leaned against the handrail, stopped on the stairs, and saw me without any surprise. She just stared blankly, walked down, stepped into the dining room, and then a gentle voice sounded: "Mr. Su, I'm sorry, this matter has nothing to do with my mother. It's just that I encountered an urgent problem that couldn't be solved, so I came over with a hard heart. My mother also had no choice..."

  Her voice stopped right there.

  Su Hao's figure emerged from the dining room, his white socks contrasting sharply with the dark red solid wood floor. He hadn't even had time to change into slippers. What was wrong with him that he had to be so angry? Was it just because Aunt Zou's daughter had arrived?

  But isn't this making a big deal out of nothing? My rational and clear mind tells me that something must have happened to make him extremely disgusted, he would never be truly angry with someone for no reason.

  But he sometimes bears grudges.

  He looked gloomy, I ran over to give him the slippers, then quickly ran back to the sofa barefoot and sat quietly with my arms around the back of the couch.

  Su Hao was stunned for a few seconds before putting on his slippers and dialing a number on his phone. His voice was cold, still fuming with anger, telling the person on the other end to hurry over, or else they could just hand in their resignation letter and leave.

  He put down the phone and came towards me, saying nothing, bent down to pick me up and headed upstairs, his face stern and unyielding, scaring me so much that I didn't dare say a word.

  Carried me all the way to the study door, entered the password with one hand, then the door opened and put me on the carpet, saying: "First find the treasure by yourself, and there will be a reward if you find it!"

  Was I also deceived when I was a primary school student?

  I held back my sarcastic comment and grabbed his sleeve: "Where are you going?"

  "I'll be back to tell you."

  He finished speaking, held my face and kissed my forehead, and in the moment I was still stunned, he went out... even locked it...

  Unbelievable! I tried the door again and it really locked!

  Damn it! I don't have the password for this room!

  That means I'm trapped in this room! Those three windows are now the only way out of here!

  Why did I think of Detective Conan, who has been serialized for ten years and is still a primary school student?

  His mind was also leaning towards him, thinking of all sorts of questions like 'what happened after all? What's wrong with that girl? Is it because of her? Does she studying law have anything to do with Mr. Su?' and so on...

  I even sensitively guess whether this will be Mr. Su's peach blossom calamity?

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  After Su Hao left, all sorts of thoughts were flying around in my head for a while before I finally calmed down and remembered what he said about treasure hunting.

  High-ceilinged redwood bookshelves, row upon row of thick books, law, literature, poetry... and at the very top, file archives.

  The style of this room is very European, from the door to the interior decoration, even the desk is in the style of a 19th-century European royal court. I don't know if it's because the original owner liked it or if they deliberately designed it that way to match those few European-style arched windows.

  The carpet is very large, stretching from underfoot and covering almost the entire room, a luxurious completeness.

  But anyway, with a study this big and so many things in it, if he didn't give any hints before leaving, then what exactly is the treasure he's talking about and where is it?

  I started searching the decorations, oil paintings and non-existent wall mechanisms in the room out of habit. Finally, heaven rewards those who are diligent, behind the tapestry on the wall behind his desk, I found a safe!

  It looks so high-end... maybe if you enter the wrong password too many times it might even explode.

  I sat on the desk staring at the safe, guarding it until its owner returned, even the sound of the engine and voices from downstairs were endured without sneaking a peek.

  He's so ridiculous, hiding this thing in such a cliché location. Anyone who's watched "The Bund" would be able to find it. He laughed and picked me up from the desk: "You're rich now, amazing!"

  Then he sat me on his lap and stretched out his hand to open the drawer: "However, you've found the wrong thing, my treasure is here."

  Inside lay dark-toned, highly decorative, seemingly medieval precious books, estimated to be three or four centimeters thick, several volumes.

  I took it out and saw the side, and couldn't help but be surprised: "It's a photo album!"

  "Want to take a look?"

  Turning to the first page, a photo of a little girl walking on the beach caught my eye.

  The little girl in the photo is six years old, wearing a pink dress and her mother's big hat with a wide brim. She is afraid of the wind blowing it away, so she raises both hands to tightly grasp the edges of the hat.

  Don't ask me why I knew it so clearly, because at that time I just thought so, and that's why I grasped the brim of my hat!

  He only caught a glimpse of her back.

  In the lower left corner, there are black pen words written in a bold yet neat manner: 1996, Sakura

  I flipped through a few pages, some of the photos were the same as those in my growth diary, while others were snapshots that I had never seen before and didn't know existed, with unique perspectives that seemed to bring the photos to life.

  I suppressed the overwhelming excitement and unbelievably pulled out another one.

  The cover of each one is almost the same, my photos at different times, then the year, my name, from 1996 to 2009... The signature also changes from Zhang Yang's gradual stability, only the font style remains unchanged.

  The content is also different, it's all part of my growth over the years.

  I took a deep breath, turned my head to look at him, opened my mouth, but found that I couldn't say a word, and my eyes involuntarily reddened.

  He smiled, his hands wrapped around me, flipping through the first album, and began to explain: "At that time, Uncle and Aunt were busy running contracts, so they let Chaoyang take charge of recording your growth photos. As a good brother of yours, how could he stand by and do nothing? Later, he got addicted and used to it, so he kept storing them until now." He pointed to the back few albums: "The photos after going abroad were all helped by Shen Qiwei, and there are many... sexy photos."

  He was flipping through the photos of me riding a bicycle in Sanya that winter, stumbling and staggering. Hearing what he said behind him, I couldn't help but widen my eyes, flipping through last year's album, and there were even swimsuit try-ons before! And even more so, we went to do SAP together with bare backs!

  "How could she give this to you?"

  "Hmm, she knew early on that I loved you."

  Those three words made my heart inevitably skip a few beats, and I suddenly realized: "No wonder Shen Qiwei became a camera enthusiast who loves to take pictures in any situation, it turns out she's your remote control!" I gritted my teeth, pointing at the nude full-body photo, seriously asking: "How dare you give this kind of photo?"

  He didn't care about this topic and asked himself: "Where did we get to at noon?"

  "Speaking of you being jealous of my brother..." I reminded him.

  He murmured a response, his smile deepening as he continued, "It's like from that day on, I've been doing everything to replace the sunshine, accompanying you, indulging you, spoiling you. But as time went by, it wasn't enough anymore, and I wanted more intimacy, more closeness, until I couldn't help but imagine kissing, hugging, and even more."

  "You can't understand how terrible it was, when I started to feel unsatisfied with just stealing kisses from you, I was considering going abroad, but couldn't make up my mind." He spun his chair around, reached out and turned my face to face him, his eyes dropped, falling on my lips, his Adam's apple moved forcefully, his voice low and husky as he continued: "Until you came running to say you liked me, that wasn't a confession, it was a challenge to my self-control, it was a provocation, so I went abroad, I escaped..."