Chapter 85: Red Lips Smile

Lou Muxiao and Mingyu knew each other and fell in love in high school, and accompanied each other in their youth, but eventually they were separated by life and death.

When love ends, all that is left is sadness.

How should I persuade Mingyu?

Her youth and first love were both Lou Muxiao. The goodness of that boy whose eyes were full of her had already filled the rest of her life. She had experienced his goodness, so how could she easily forget it and throw herself into the so-called "normal life" comforted by others?

Mingyu can't do it.

The persuader is also heartbroken.

Many people cannot do this.

The same goes for the medical couple, Mr. and Mrs. Lou. Their son's death turned their hair white overnight, and there was no Lou Muxiao in the world anymore.

"Zhou Junheng, there's no going back. Everything has changed."

The ending of this sad story could not change anything. She quietly told the man: "So every year when my mother and I go back to Jiangnan, we are also here to accompany our adoptive parents. They are really kind, but they also suffer a lot."

"It was a very short time. But they still felt sorry, and I know what they were thinking:"

"They just hope that it won't affect my normal life. They never expect to get anything in return from me."

"Even though they've been so kind to me for eight years, they were overjoyed and overwhelmed by my company and visit during the New Year. If you came specially on a normal day, they would really..."

He also explained to Zhou Junheng why he did not visit him in person.

Because only when everything goes back to normal, this unusual accident will be handled as normal as the protective shell that everyone has "forged" in the past.

Everyone tacitly agreed to only look back and reminisce during those few days of the New Year.

Mr. and Mrs. Lou are so good, good to the core.

I don't want to be trapped in this unexpected sadness.

Even though I'm covered in wounds and bruises, I always subconsciously ignore my own wounds and think about you, wanting others to be fine and not be sad because of them...

"During the New Year this year, we went down to the south of the Yangtze River to visit them."

Zhou Junheng nodded without saying anything.

He just quietly and carefully held the girl in his arms, gently and lovingly wrapping the girl who was loved by everyone.

Hugging each other for a long time is the most real moment.

When he spoke again, his eyes were full of concentration and filled with stars: "Okay, let's go to Jiangnan together again in the New Year."

He bit the word "we" carefully.

Because this is also the present moment that is most worth cherishing.

The drizzle outside the courtyard window has stopped, and the sky, which was a little dark just now, has slowly turned clear. Only the crystal water droplets on the flowers, plants and banana leaves still show some traces of the rain.

But whether it is cloudy or rainy is no longer important. What is important is that when it rains again, I am not without an umbrella and there is no one around me.

…

When she returned to Kyoto, she went to Ningfang Garden, where her beloved family was also located.

Lin Qingqian lowered her head and sorted through her daughter's photo album.

The book in my hand is about Shi Ye when he was 20 years old.

The mother sat on the sofa, one hand gently supporting her face, the other slowly turning the pages of the book in her hand, a smile always on her lips. Just looking at the photo, she could recall her daughter's every smile and state at that time, all floating in her mind. Her long, straight black hair flowed down her back, and her back view was gentle.

The living room was so quiet that I could hear the sound of her turning pages.

Shi Ye made a "hush" gesture with his fingers, asking his aunt not to make any noise and disturb her mother.

When Lin Qingqian looked up again, she saw the person in the photo in front of her.

She is a little girl with red lips that smile brightly, a red face like a blooming lotus, and fair skin like cream.

"Xiao Ye! Why are you here?" She raised her voice and couldn't help but express her surprise.

"I miss mommy, I came to see you~"

"Isn't Mom looking at me too?"

Shi Ye looked at the thick photo album that was spread out, and finally understood where the loving look in his mother's eyes that seemed to melt his heart came from.

Lin Qingqian couldn't stop smiling as she looked at the little girl who had found a good angle in her arms.

I’m sorry for not being “caught”.

Instead, she told her daughter: "Mom is so satisfied with Xiaoye. You are my greatest work. I can never get enough of you."

"This is your 20th birthday. Your father gave Mom a bouquet of lotus flowers today in winter. The moment Mom saw the flowers, she thought of you."

"At the age of 20, in the prime of life, she is graceful and elegant, as startling as a flying wild goose, as beautiful as a dragon, and the young lotus has just begun to show its tip."

The words of praise that Lin Qingqian blurted out were filled with the love that was deep in her bones for her daughter.

Shi Ye was too shy, "Mom, you are too flattering."

While she was still acting like a spoiled brat, she saw her old father coming down from upstairs, "Oh, Dad is here~"