Back then, He You and Meng Jixi had been ordinary classmates.
They could talk when necessary.
When there was no need, He You wasn't part of Meng Jixi's circle of friends.
He'd never expected that so many years later, when he ran into one of the most popular students from high school again, the other man would still remember his name so clearly.
"My memory is very good."
Meng Jixi raised an eyebrow.
He was good at remembering people.
Of course, he wasn't so bored that he remembered every person who didn't matter.
But he always remembered his classmates.
"Oh, oh."
He You nodded blankly.
The traffic officer on the right walked over to the boy.
Seeing him crouched there without moving, the officer asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
"Did you hit yourself somewhere?"
The boy seemed not to hear him.
Meng Jixi crouched down.
Only when he drew closer could he faintly hear the boy murmuring.
"No... no..."
The boy's vacant, helpless voice made Meng Jixi furrow his brow.
"...Where did you go?"
"Little One..."
"Who's Little One?"
Meng Jixi asked directly.
The boy, who had been unresponsive, suddenly raised his head.
A faint glimmer lit his eyes.
"You know Little One?!"
Meng Jixi raised an eyebrow.
Had he phrased his question badly?
Otherwise, why would the boy think he knew Little One?
He'd clearly asked a question.
But...
He glanced around, then stood up. "Come with me."
The boy obediently followed.
Meng Jixi gave He You a meaningful look.
He You froze.
Then he understood and hurriedly nodded.
Meng Jixi led the boy to a safe spot.
Nearby, the traffic police were clearing the scene.
"Little One..."
The boy grabbed Meng Jixi's clothes.
The hem quickly wrinkled beneath his fingers.
Meng Jixi