All With You

Chapter 28 [Walking Through Memory]

Opening the first page of the photo album of ‘Time’.

The little baby in the photo sucked its thumb, looked at the camera, and smiled in a silly manner, showing a pair of big black shining eyes.

The second one was a little girl holding a just-turned 1-year-old baby. With crafty-looking eyes, her big mouth bit onto half of the baby’s face. The third picture was a baby with a face full of slobber, tears running down, and slapping the girl with its small meat claw.

Turning over the first page, the two-year-old baby boy, was resting in the arms of a fout-year-old girl, wiping his tears and snot on the other party’s clothes. The little girl was disgusted and her whole face changed.

Sana saw till here, snorted with a ‘pu chi’ sound and then continued to look at the photos behind.

Still the same girl, seven years old, carrying a pink bag to go to school, and the little boy was sitting on the ground, holding her leg and not letting her go. The girl had an agonised look on her face, and was anxious till her tears almost fell.

After that, there were a lot of photos of the two playing around. The photographer taking the photos was very good at capturing the scenes. In each photo, the bitter face of the little boy was in close-up, and Sana was laughing in amusement.

Turning over a few more pages, this photo was a bit dark. The little girl who had gotten older was wearing a pink pointed hat, and was blowing a candle on a birthday cake. There was a boy in the corner of the photo who also had his mouth perked to blow out the candle. Afterwards, the second photo was the scene where the little girl glared at the boy with her big eyes in anger. It was not hard to guess that she did not blow out the candles. It was followed by a series of photos documenting the process, from the little girl putting her hand on the cake, then to her grabbing the cream and smearing it on the boy, and then it was a mess. The two, along with some other children, started a cake fight. The last photo, was the scene of all the children who attended the birthday party, extending their chubby hands covered with cream towards the camera. The closest hand was almost touching the camera lens. It was conceivable that the person who took the picture would eventually be drowned in cream.

Flipping to here, Sana’s hand paused, and her heart was mixed with happiness and sorrow. This photo was taken by none other than her grandfather. She didn’t even know that her grandfather had taken so many photos and even kept them so well. Before he passed away, her grandfather feared that Sana was still young and would lose the photos, so gave this album to Minatozaki Shen, and instructed her to take out this photo album after Sana got married.

This album full of photos, was all of grandfather’s love, Sana was dazed for a while. She blinked her slightly sour eyes, and flipped to the next page.

A photo album as thick as a palm, recorded the growth of Sana’s first thirteen years. She shook her feet as she laid on Tzuyu’s back. She was causing a scene, sitting on the ground, and Tzuyu looked helplessly at her by the side. She sat on the back seat of the bicycle and scratched Tzuyu’s waist, and the bicycle twisted and staggered while moving forward. A group of children set off firecrackers together in the New Year, and she was chased by a spinning gyro fireworks till she almost cried. The young Tzuyu was very bad, during mealtimes when grandfather picked out the garlic and put it on the table, she thought it was for her to eat, so she grabbed it and put it in her mouth. Tzuyu saw it, and mischievously picked out all of the garlic and placed them in her bowl. Her small rice bowl was full of white garlic.

Sana wrinkled her nose, no wonder she now wanted to vomit when she eats garlic, all because of Chou Tzuyu this bastard!

At the end, there were a lot of pictures of Tzuyu crying. Every photo had Sana inside. As a baby, when he cried, Sana also had a face of wanting to cry. When he was an infant, he dragged her unreasonably to not let her go, and she had a face of irritation but also helplessness towards him. When she was in her childhood years, she anxiously helped him to wipe his tears, with very coarse movements, and both of his eyes were rubbed red. Finally, at the age of thirteen, they stood under the old pagoda tree at grandfather’s house, with the fallen white Sophora flowers covering the ground. Her tears fell silently as he took her into his arms and gently patted her back, his expression was of pampering and helplessness.