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Little Jiang Yi Yi had been feeling very gloomy lately.
A new little angel with long eyelashes had arrived at their kindergarten. She had big eyes, fair skin, and a face as soft and smooth as milk pudding. Her entire being smelled sweet.
The little darling wore a light pink dress, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and then she smiled at him in a babyish voice: “Hello, can I play with you?”
Her eyes were black, round, and almond-shaped, with slightly elongated corners that made her smile look incredibly beautiful.
Jiang Yi Yi’s mind exploded like a pile of toppled toy blocks, his heart nodding furiously while his face turned beet red. His gaze darted around nervously, and after stuttering “you-you-you” and “me-me-me” for a while, he finally mustered up the courage—
“No.”
The little girl was brutally rejected. She stared at him blankly for a moment, her rosy lips trembling into a pitiful pout.
Little Jiang Yi Yi remained calm, showing no sign of being swayed by her beauty. His big brown eyes quietly observed her for a moment before he turned and walked away.
As he walked, he frowned slightly.
That evening, when Wen Siyu came to pick him up, she noticed something was off about her son.
Little Jiang Yi Yi tugged on her hand, pulling her over solemnly. He sat her down on the living room sofa, then positioned himself across from her, his big round eyes staring at her intently: “Mommy.”
Wen Siyu straightened her posture, adopting an expression of full concentration: “Little Jiang Yi Yi, please speak.”
The little boy’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, his young face filled with distress: “The little angel asked me today if she could play with me.”
Wen Siyu didn’t say anything, pondering who this “little angel” might be.
“I said no.”
Wen Siyu: ???
“…Huh?” Wen Siyu didn’t quite understand.
“All the kids want to play with her.”
He paused, his voice soft and small: “I do too…”
“…”
Wen Siyu understood now.
She sighed, unsure whose personality this child had inherited.
Oh, right—he was quite similar to his uncle.
Wen Siyu tilted her head and asked him: “Did the little angel get upset when you refused to play with her today?”
Jiang Yi Yi thought for a moment: “Yes.”
“Do you want to play with her?”
Little Jiang Yi Yi nodded: “Yes.”
“Then tomorrow, you should go find her first, play with her, and apologize for what happened today,” Wen Siyu patted her son’s head gently. “Boys should take the initiative, and they shouldn’t make girls sad.”
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2.
Little Jiang Yi Yi was a very handsome classmate.
He was the “face” of the kindergarten—fair-skinned, with a refined little nose, large deer-like almond-shaped eyes, and rare brown irises that appeared lighter under the sunlight, making them exceptionally beautiful.
He was practically like a little prince from a fairy tale.
As such, he was extremely popular.
Especially among the girls.
But little Jiang Yi Yi was rather aloof; he generally ignored the girls who approached him.
So, when he walked over to the girls’ side the next day, passing through a group of girls playing with dolls, and stopped in front of the little angel by the wall, he drew quite a bit of attention from his classmates.
The little angel was very pretty, but Jiang Yi Yi had assumed that everyone wanted to play with her. However, for some reason, the other girls seemed reluctant to play with this beautiful new classmate.
The little angel was kneeling on the ground, holding the last remaining doll from the basket—a worn-out, mustard-yellow one with a missing arm. It wasn’t cute at all.
The little angel looked up at him.
Little Jiang Yi Yi rubbed his nose, mimicking her posture by kneeling beside her. After observing her for a moment, he let out a sigh, adopting a surprisingly mature demeanor.
Then, he took the doll from her hands and placed a teddy bear he had specially brought from home into her arms.
The little angel looked down at the bear in her hands, then back at him.
Under her gaze, his face turned slightly red again.
But he still met her eyes, his brown irises glowing softly in the sunlight: “This was a birthday gift Mom gave me last year. If we exchange gifts, we’ll be friends.”
He said, “My name is Jiang Xingzhi. What’s your name?”
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3.
From that day on, little Jiang Yi Yi transformed from the kindergarten’s “little white horse prince” into the personal “Xingzhi Gege” of the little angel.
He and his little angel became good friends, playing together every day.
The little angel’s name was Yun Nuan—a name as soft and warm as her personality, like fluffy clouds or sweet cotton candy, Jiang Yi Yi thought.
Jiang Yi Yi was a year older than Yun Nuan and would soon be starting elementary school.
On the day he was leaving, Yun Nuan stood at the gate watching him, hugging the teddy bear tightly, her eyes red-rimmed.
Jiang Yi Yi was being pulled along by Wen Siyu, looking back every few steps.
After some thought, he wriggled his hand free from Wen Siyu’s grip and looked up at her: “Mommy, wait here for me for a moment.”
He ran over to the little girl on his short legs, panting heavily, his eyes shining brightly.
Though he was a year older than her, they were about the same height, and the little girl even appeared slightly taller than him.
When Yun Nuan saw him running over, her red-rimmed eyes gazed at him, clutching the teddy bear tightly without saying a word.
Jiang Yi Yi raised his arm high and patted her head, his big brown eyes earnestly looking into hers: “Experimental Elementary School is very close to here. I’ll come visit you.”
He comfortingly stroked her soft hair: “Nuan Nuan, be good. Don’t be picky about food. Grow up quickly. When you start elementary school next year, I’ll protect you.”
Little Yun Nuan blinked, large tears cascading down her cheeks, her nose turning red.
Jiang Yi Yi, who was about to grow up and enter elementary school, panicked, not knowing how to comfort her. His hand hovered awkwardly over her soft head, retracting and extending repeatedly before finally settling gently on her shoulder. He gave her a light hug, patting her back tenderly.
Wen Siyu watched from a distance, unable to resist clicking her tongue: “This kid… he really does take after his dad—naturally flirtatious.”
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4.
Later, Wen Siyu embellished this story and recounted it to her husband. After hearing it, the man was quite dissatisfied: “Was I really that naive back then?”
Wen Siyu thoughtfully recalled the past and shook her head: “You were much worse than your son back in the day. You confessed by getting a fever and being sick, acting spoiled and mischievous. And you never once said anything like ‘I’ll protect you.’”
Jiang Xu: ???
Jiang Xu: “….”
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5.
When little Jiang Yi Yi and his little angel grew up, they ended up together.
(End of Entire Story)
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