Green, green...

Ji Yanjun clutched his notebook tightly in both hands and burst into tears in front of everyone.

"Uncle..." Ji Xiaoxiao stood there, stunned, and unconsciously uttered a sound.

The movers stopped what they were doing and looked at Ji Yanjun. Almost everyone felt his grief, longing, and regret at the same time. It must have been so profound that it moved everyone who heard it.

“Uncle.” Ji Xiaoxiao’s eyes reddened.

Just then, Ji Ningzhi arrived. Seeing the scene and the name "Wen Qing" on the notebook, she paused, her heart aching and damp with emotion. She said softly, "Brother, let's look again. Maybe Sister-in-law left something else in a corner we can't see."

Ji Yanjun then calmed down, but after the room was cleaned up, no other trace of Wen Qing could be found, only this notebook.

This was the last and only time that everyone saw Ji Yanjun show emotion.

After that, Ji Yanjun never lost his composure again.

Ji Yanjun's transportation company grew bigger and bigger, covering the whole country and extending overseas, becoming a well-known industry giant. Ji Yanjun himself was also very famous. Although he was over forty, time seemed to have been kind to him, making him more reserved and profound. There were quite a few girls pursuing him.

However, no one was ever able to get close to him.

He lived his life peacefully, returning home for holidays and taking care of Ji Yousheng, Liang Wenhua, and Yao Shiling. He helped and supported Ji Ningzhi and her husband, showed love and care for Ji Xiaoxiao and her siblings, was loyal and polite to the company, partners, and friends, and was conscientious and responsible in his work.

The only thing I'm still single about.

On this day, Gangzi was getting married and was hosting a banquet for relatives and friends at a hotel.

Ji Yanjun was also there.

Gangzi was in a good mood and drank a few more sips of wine. He patted Ji Yanjun on the shoulder and said, "Yanjun."

Ji Yanjun remained expressionless.

Gangzi said with emotion, "We're getting old. Look, my son is already married!"

Ji Yanjun: "Well, congratulations, you'll be able to hold your grandson next year."

"Yanjun, we're getting old. I'll have my sons and daughters to take care of me, and my wife to keep me company. What will you do when you get old, brother?" Gangzi's eyes reddened as he spoke.

Ji Yanjun said, "I'll die when I get old."

"Nonsense!" Gangzi laughed. After a while, Gangzi asked, "It's been almost fifteen years, and you still haven't forgotten Wen Qing?"

Ji Yanjun was silent for a moment, then answered, "No."

Gangzi remained silent.

After the banquet, Gangzi sat down at the table. His wife came over and asked, "Gangzi, how did it go? What did Yanjun say? My sister is a good catch. She was picky and couldn't find anyone she liked, but she fell for Yanjun at first sight. She's only in her thirties. Her education, looks, and manners are all impeccable. She's the perfect match for Yanjun."

“He doesn’t want to,” Gangzi said.

"Why?" Gangzi's wife asked.

Gangzi replied, "Wen Qing."

Gangzi's wife was speechless and gave up the idea of ​​matchmaking Ji Yanjun with her sister.

After leaving the hotel, Ji Yanjun went directly to the hospital.

Two years ago, Ji Yousheng passed away peacefully, and Liang Wenhua's health deteriorated rapidly. She fell ill every few days, so Ji Yanjun moved back to the Ji family home to take care of her. Even so, Liang Wenhua's health continued to decline day by day, and she had to be hospitalized every day.

When Ji Yanjun arrived at the hospital, Ji Xiaoxiao and her brother were at his bedside.

"Uncle," the two called out.

Ji Yanjun nodded and inquired about the two children's daily lives, which the two children answered one by one.

Ji Yanjun glanced at it and said, "You two keep Grandma company for a while, I'll come over tomorrow."

"Okay," the two agreed.

Ji Yanjun had just turned around when Liang Wenhua called out to him, "Yanjun, Yanjun."

Ji Yanjun turned around and looked at Liang Wenhua. Liang Wenhua's hair was gray, she looked haggard, and her eyes were lifeless as she looked at Ji Yanjun: "Come and keep Mom company tonight, anytime is fine. Oh, you can keep me company some more."

"Okay." Ji Yanjun nodded in agreement.

Liang Wenhua smiled happily.

In the evening, Ji Yanjun finished his company business and went to the hospital, where Liang Wenhua was already asleep.

Ji Yanjun sat quietly by the bedside, keeping her company.

Liang Wenhua woke up in the early hours of the morning. When she saw Ji Yanjun, she smiled and said, "Yanjun, you're here."

"Mom," Ji Yanjun asked, "would you like some water?"

"Um."

Ji Yanjun poured a glass of warm water and helped Liang Wenhua. Liang Wenhua took a sip, leaned back on the bed, and looked at Ji Yanjun, her son. He was still so handsome and thin. Liang Wenhua couldn't get enough of looking at him. She looked him up and down and saw strands of white hair in his neat short hair. Her fingers trembled as she touched his head and said, "Yanjun, you've gotten old too."

Ji Yanjun: "Hmm."

"You still resent me, you hate me, don't you?" Liang Wenhua asked.

Ji Yanjun remained silent.

“I’m your mother, so you never say anything. Even when I’ve done wrong, you still take good care of me and your father. Even though I contributed seven-tenths to Wen Qing’s death, you blame me in your heart. But because I’m your mother, you can’t say anything.” Liang Wenhua cried as she spoke, “You resent me, you hate me, so you never remarry, you’re all alone for the rest of your life, making me suffer. You’re punishing me! You’re punishing me!!”

As Liang Wenhua spoke with great emotion, her chest heaved and she began to pant. Ji Yanjun quickly stood up, supported Liang Wenhua, and gently patted her back to help her catch her breath.

Liang Wenhua seemed to use her last bit of strength to finish speaking, and then her body went limp, unable to even sit up. Ji Yanjun laid her down and stuffed a pillow behind her back. Liang Wenhua grabbed Ji Yanjun's hand tightly: "Yanjun, are you still blaming me? Blaming me for killing Wen Qing?"

Ji Yanjun shook his head: "I don't resent it anymore, I stopped resenting it a long time ago."

"Aren't you resentful anymore?"

“I don’t blame anyone. I just can’t get over this.” Ji Yanjun held Liang Wenhua’s hand and said, “Mom, I love Wen Qing. There is only Wen Qing in my heart. No one else is acceptable. I can’t do it.”

“It’s my fault for not taking good care of her. She gave me her whole world, and I didn’t cherish it. I blame myself.” As he spoke, Ji Yanjun buried his face in Liang Wenhua’s hand and sobbed.

Ji Yanjun was Liang Wenhua's son. In her memory, her son had never cried for anything since he was old enough to understand. All his tears were for that woman named Wen Qing. But Wen Qing was dead, and she was going to die too. Her son was even more lonely in this world. Liang Wenhua reached out her wrinkled hand and stroked his head: "Yanjun, this is how your life is. This is all that can be done. This is all that can be done. I'm sorry to Wen Qing."

I'm so sorry to her...

Liang Wenhua shed tears. From the beginning, she looked down on Wen Qing, despising her for taking advantage of her second uncle saving Ji Yanjun's life and acting with impunity. She also looked down on her for being from the countryside. The daughter-in-law she envisioned should be virtuous, polite, and praised by everyone, completely the opposite of Wen Qing. But even though Wen Qing was so terrible, Ji Yanjun treated her so well, and Liang Wenhua couldn't bear it.

Taking advantage of Wen Qing's concern for Ji Yanjun, Liang Wenhua made things difficult for her at every turn, even trying to get them to divorce. Whether Wen Qing threw a tantrum or endured it, she fell into Liang Wenhua's trap. Liang Wenhua watched helplessly as her relationship with Ji Yanjun deteriorated little by little, until in the end the two barely spoke to each other when they met... Looking back now, why did she have to do that? Why did she have to do that?

Why bother?

......

......

It wasn't until her deathbed that Liang Wenhua realized her mistake. She had used her "experience as someone who had been there" to cause her son a lifetime of suffering, but it was all too late.

Liang Wenhua died before dawn, and Ji Yanjun stayed by her bedside the whole time.

He saw Wen Qing off.

After seeing Ji Yousheng off,

After seeing Yao Shiling off.

Now Liang Wenhua has also passed away.

Ji Ningzhi knew that the reason her brother was alive and well was because their parents and Wen Qing's mother were still alive. Now that the last elder was gone, Ji Ningzhi was very worried about him.

In the three months following Liang Wenhua's death, she paid close attention to Ji Yanjun's behavior, calling him almost every day to ask where he was and what he was doing.

Ji Yanjun asked, "Have you been doing nothing lately?"

She smiled and said, "No, brother, I've recently learned a few new dishes. Come back and try them sometime." The "you" she was referring to was Ji Yanjun and her third husband. Her husband, with Ji Yanjun's help, now works at Ji Yanjun's company and has achieved some success.

"Okay," Ji Yanjun agreed.

Ji Ningzhi happily hung up the phone.

However, before Ji Ningzhi could even wait for Ji Yanjun to try her new cooking, she received devastating news—Ji Yanjun had died in a car accident.

After being stunned for a long time, she burst into tears, and in the end, he still left.

Although everyone told her that Ji Yanjun died in an accident while saving someone, she knew that he had lived enough.

He was a man of few words when he was alive, but when he died, he had a relaxed smile on his face, which was not like a car accident at all. She thought he probably felt that he might be able to see Wen Qing again.

Wen Qing... Wen Qing...

Ji Ningzhi found Wen Qing's notebook, which Ji Yanjun had hidden under his pillow. It was probably due to frequent handling, as the cover and paper had become very thin.

Ji Ningzhi carefully opened the book. The first page bore Wen Qing's elegant handwriting, "Wen Qing," while beside it were the strong and powerful characters "Ji Yanjun," added later by Ji Yanjun. Ji Ningzhi felt a lump in her throat. After turning over the two very thin pages, she saw the main text:

"December 20th, heavy snow, Shuiwan Village."

Today, I wore a thick coat to the county town to visit my second uncle. I accidentally bumped into Ji Yanjun. He greeted me first, but I covered my face and ran away because my coat was too ugly.

March 6th, sunny, Nanzhou City.

I like him—I want him to know, I'm afraid he knows, and I'm also afraid he doesn't know.

"May 5th, sunny, county town."

Um, it seems like Ji Yanjun likes me too, hehehehehehehehehehe.

"May 17th, rain, county town."

We went to see a movie.

June 12th, sunny, Nanzhou.

He came to see me at school. Even though his face was ugly, like I owed him money, he still came.

"June 20th, rain, county town."

It was raining, and I waited at the four-way intersection all day, but he didn't come back.

"June 22nd, sunny, county town."

He kissed me in the movie theater; he wouldn't have kissed me if he didn't like me.

......

......

"November 15th, rain, county town."

My child is gone, gone..."

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"I think I'm going to die. Every day is just pain, I don't know if it's my heart or my body that hurts."

Seeing Wen Qing's last record, she cried. It turned out that, without her knowledge, Wen Qing and her brother had so many beautiful memories and so much painful torment; they loved each other so much.

She wiped away her tears and continued reading, only to find that it was Ji Yanjun who had written next.

"April 20th, rain, county town."

"Qingqing, do you remember that Stone Leak Path? It's the path where we would always look left and right, then giggle and hold my hand as we walked together. You always said the name was awful, and now it's called Stone Tower Path, but that doesn't sound good either, does it?"

"August 10th, sunny, county town."

"Qingqing, I went to Shuiwan Village today. Mom is sick. She's getting old, and she always has all sorts of little ailments. Luckily, Wenliang and Wenpeng are both filial, unlike me..."

"November 17th, rain, county town."

Qingqing, I miss you.

March 7th, sunny, county town.

"Qingqing, Dad has passed away."

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......

April 20th, sunny, county town.

"Qingqing, shall I come find you? I'll come find you. It's okay if you don't marry me in the next life, but in the next life, and the next, let's be together forever, okay? Qingqing, I'm coming find you."

Looking at the last record, Ji Ningzhi couldn't help but hug the black notebook tightly and cry out, "Brother! Sister-in-law!"

The author has something to say: Many things are hard to define as right or wrong, including matters of the heart.

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