Ye Fei just wanted to see him in real life at that time, not just photos.

Not looking to meet him, just hoping to see what he looked like at each stage.

Zhao Gushen held Ye Fei’s left hand, which was clutching the edge of the photo album.

His fingers slipped through hers, one by one.

One by one, until their ten fingers were tightly and intimately intertwined.

Zhao Gushen held Ye Fei’s hand in this way, pulling her hand onto the photo album resting on his lap.

Zhao Gushen’s left hand stopped flipping through the album, and instead traced back and forth across the back of Ye Fei’s hand.

Not seeking acquaintance, just wanting to see him at that time.

Wanting to see parts of him she’d never witnessed.

She was curious about all the periods she hadn’t gone through with him, wanted to see them, felt regret.

This was because she adored him immensely, loved him deeply, which led to such regrets.

Ye Fei thought, if she could travel back in time, she would definitely go to see Zhao Gushen growing up.

However, there’s an age gap between her and Zhao Gushen.

Even if she went back to infancy, she could only see Zhao Gushen at the age of five.

But, five years old is also fine.

About the same age as the little one, still just a little bun.

The old lady wasn’t urging them to find the photos.

After all, there was no rush.

Seeing Zhao Gushen and Ye Fei’s strong relationship, the old lady was happier than anything.

The photo album Zhao Gushen had happened to be from his junior high school time.

Ye Fei initially didn’t want to look at the album in Zhao Gushen’s hand.

But her hand was being held by Zhao Gushen and placed on the album on his lap.

Therefore, when Ye Fei’s gaze fell on their intertwined hands, naturally, it also landed on the album on Zhao Gushen’s lap.

Ye Fei noticed the photos in Zhao Gushen’s album showed him at a younger age.

Looking more immature, not yet mature, a young youth.

Ye Fei immediately became interested and put the album on her lap aside.

She leaned closer and asked Zhao Gushen: "When are these photos taken?"

Zhao Gushen glanced at the familiar photos and said: "During junior high school."

Ye Fei noticed, he was still with the Han Zhuoli and others.

Whether in group photos or smaller group shots.

Going back and forth, it was always those people.

Ye Fei remarked: "You really have a good relationship with Zhuo Li and the others."

Zhao Gushen nodded: "After all, we’ve played together since childhood. Even if we weren’t born in the same year. We were as close as wearing the same pants. Xiao Mo and You Xuan will also be like this."

Ye Fei smiled.

The little one has so many good friends, to have relationships as good as Zhao Gushen and Han Zhuoli’s.

Ye Fei was genuinely happy from the heart.

"Oh, I found it!" Aunt Lin exclaimed happily, grabbing everyone’s attention.

"Here it is." Aunt Lin directly handed the album to Ye Fei.

Ye Fei took it, opened it, and the first photo was a large family portrait.

The two elders sat in the middle, Zhao Gushen sat on their laps, occupying one leg each.

On either side of the elders were Zhao Dinghuan and Chi Jingsi.

In the photos, Zhao Gushen looked like a small bun, appearing to be around four or five years old.

The old lady came over, glanced, and smiled: "I remember this was Gu Shen’s 4th birthday when we took the family photo together."

Because it’s a paper photo and cannot be enlarged, and it’s a family photo with many people, each person was photographed relatively small.

At that time, Zhao Dinghuan and Chi Jingsi were still young.

Zhao Dinghuan then looked somewhat similar to the present Zhao Gushen.

Chi Jingsi appeared even younger, not less beautiful than a star.

Back then, the old man still had a head full of black hair, unlike the gray haired look now.

The old lady always had the habit of dyeing her hair, not revealing any gray hairs.

Seeing the elders younger by more than 20 years felt like another lifetime.

Ye Fei suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable, seeing two elders looking so much younger in the photos, Zhao Dinghuan and Chi Jingsi, and then looking at the four people in the room now.

Ye Fei thought, if only she could have met them earlier.

If only the elders could be younger.

That way, there would be more time to spend with the two elders.

The elders were getting older, who knows how many more years they could be together.

Lovely and kind elders like them, Ye Fei truly couldn’t bear to part.

To put it frankly, the first sense of family Ye Fei experienced in her life came from the old lady.

Ye Fei felt somewhat bitter, took a few deep breaths, adjusted her emotions, and turned the album’s page again.

The following photos were all of Zhao Gushen.

Just like in several other albums, they were group photos with Han Zhuoli and others, as well as with Zhao Dinghuan and Chi Jingsi, and the two elders.

Taken in small groups.

In this way, Ye Fei didn’t only see what Zhao Gushen looked like as a child but also saw what Han Zhuoli and the others looked like as children.

Considering their mature appearances now, the little buns in the photos appeared even more adorable.

Ye Fei also found a close-up of Zhao Gushen.

When he was four, his little bun face was still round, chubby.

The corner of his mouth with baby fat is slightly bulging.

You can almost smell a milky scent from the photo.

The old cameras didn’t have as clear pixels as now, plus photos had aged a long time, quite long ago, slightly yellowing, pixels were somewhat blurry.

But it still showed Zhao Gushen’s little face was fair and tender.

The little one ran over, because turning his head to look at Ye Fei from beside her, perfectly showing the little one’s face.

Then looking at Zhao Gushen’s photo.

Indeed, Sun Qihui was spot on.

The little one and Zhao Gushen together really seemed to be made from the same mold, practically a copy-paste model.

The little one cupped his cheeks, swaying his head: "Is it really that similar?"

Ye Fei heard, looked at the little one, then took another glance at the photo, heavily nodded: "It’s truly that similar."

"Come, let me take a picture of you." Ye Fei said, "If you compare them side by side, you will know."

After all, the little one couldn’t look in the mirror now.

Ye Fei then took a close-up of the little one’s face.

After taking it, she brought up the photo and put it next to Zhao Gushen’s photo.

"See if it’s the same?" Ye Fei asked.

The photo was somewhat old, over 20 years.

From pixel to color, there were changes.

If today’s technology were used to capture Zhao Gushen’s childhood look, put next to each other, even the little one might struggle to tell which was his photo. "They really look alike!" The little one exclaimed in wonder.

He’d heard people say they looked alike, but without a visual comparison, there was never any real sense of it.