There is only one place that has remained unchanged for the past five years.

With a whoosh.

The car was parked outside the gate of the park.

Two osmanthus trees stand tall and graceful outside the courtyard, their lush green leaves swaying gently in the summer breeze, bearing the marks of time and the traces of years.

Yan Lin lifted his foot and walked into the courtyard.

A large black umbrella was propped up on the yellowed stone table.

Exposed to the wind and sun, the table has changed little except for being a bit old and yellowed.

Yan Lin turned around and cast a grateful glance at Ling Junye.

Ling Junye suddenly scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled dryly, "I thought you wouldn't let it get damaged, so I usually take care of it a little."

My sister-in-law was buried under the stone table.

He wouldn't let anyone near the stone table, not even sit down. Later, a heavy rain changed the color of the stone table, so he put up a wooden stick next to the table and set up an umbrella to shelter people from the wind and rain.

Jiang Ning also said that he treated the stone table better than he treated people.

He didn't say anything.

What I was thinking was that if the stone table were destroyed, it would harm one person and one soul...

Yan Lin took off his backpack, took out an urn from it, and carefully returned to the house. His originally stern and sorrowful eyes softened instantly.

He whispered, "Zhizhi, I brought you back to relive these memories. Look how well Aye has taken care of this place. You can rest assured. From now on, you can wander with me."

"Look, the lucky bamboo has grown so big. Ah Ye even braided it into a flower shape. You'll be so happy to see it."

"Wait inside for a bit. I'll make dumplings for you for lunch today. Are you happy?"

The three people outside watched this scene without saying a word, silently waiting, letting Yan Lin's longing flow into every inch of the room...