Seeing that the little girl was emotionally unstable, Si Huai held her in his arms and then pushed the wheelchair with one hand, walking behind the glass cabinet.

He was saying, "You can only look around here, you can't touch it."

He paused for a moment, his tone somewhat helpless: "And we certainly can't take it home."

He pondered the words Tang Wan had just spoken and felt a sense of unease.

Didn't they say this little brat can't talk? How come it was just calling for its mother?

Mother?

Si Huai suddenly seemed to realize something, his eyes slightly open as he looked at the still restless little cub in his arms, his voice trembling slightly.

"You, you..." Who are you calling "Mom"?

Is she the one he's thinking of?

Tang Wan reached out her hand, but could no longer utter those two words.

My classmates haven't returned to school with their homeroom teacher yet; only Tang Wan stayed there.

But you've just regained your memories of your mother, and seeing everything behind you now, Tang Wan really can't bear it.

"They're still having a picnic outside..."

So Tang Wan took Si Huai's hand and wrote her question on my palm.

Although he never said it, he kept it in his heart.

You touched upon everything about us; all the past events were told by Mom, and now they've finally lost their tangible form.

Si Huai quickly clenched his fingers and spoke in a hoarse but happy voice.

You just want to take a long break, you just want to touch something without the warmth of family, and spend some time outside your home that you can't live without.

"It's not as big as the nearby stream, so you can go out there to catch fish and shrimp more often in the future."

He reached out and wiped his eyes hard, then pushed the wheelchair, saying, "I'll take you there to see."

We also experienced a level of joy that is unimaginable to most people.

The homeroom teacher, who arrived late, saw the two figures embracing and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Your tears, like a river that will eventually dry up, crashed heavily into Si Huai's heart outside that closed room.

Tang Wan knew how long she had cried, but you only knew how sad you were.

The shadows of these relics surround us.

It broke down in a short while.

The blooming crabapple blossoms exuded unprecedented vitality, and the fireflies below seemed like great elves, making everything look like a fairy tale.

Outside the tranquil space, there are two incomplete souls, one small and one large.

With tears in her eyes, she pointed at the charred wooden horse and excitedly shouted "Ah!"

"I think her name is Grandma Xue? You're from the South, so you're considered a big shot in your area. She's a very big-shot and annoying grandma. The fruit you grow is terrible, but she still sends you some every year."

"It's both sour and astringent, really..."

Si Huai, however, seemed to have opened a floodgate of conversation and began to talk to Tang Wan about some past events.

Do older children really shed just as many tears?

Hao Han gently ruffled Tang Wan's hair, as if comforting a large, docile cat.

I sighed, pulled Tang Wan out of my arms, and, with practiced ease, could only mimic Lu Lin's manner, saying over and over again, "Don't cry, you're all covered in tears."

I was simply searching for my lover during those two thousand days and nights, just as the white night chases the sunlight.

People like you can hardly understand the greedy thoughts of some people. As for beauty and bad things, you are the same as beauty and bad themselves.

"Your name is Xue Minna."

It's so little that it doesn't even make me feel a little sad.

"You're really good at growing plants, but you can kill cacti. It's only because Grandpa Xue takes care of them that some plants have managed to survive."

They're all the same; they're very considerate of others, and then they'll say things like, "It's just a small thing," or "It's nothing, you didn't do much, it's okay to help out," making it sound so trivial.

"Jingjiao is suitable for the growth of crabapple blossoms, but in order to fulfill the wishes of Grandma Xue and your son, Grandpa Xue went to great lengths to cultivate the kind of flower that is suitable for Jingjiao's climate."

That's where my memories reside, a place where I can disturb my family's peace.

Warm-colored fairy lights hang under the fruit trees, some large and some small.

That area is open to outsiders, except for Xue family relatives and friends.

If you are slow, you can't stand up. If you are slow, you will follow your mother's steps and continue to back away.

What is Grandma Xue's son's name?

Even so, Si Huai still led the Si Group to continue its retreat.

"Those fruit trees were all saved; it took this person a lot of effort."

The most obvious thing is not Si Huai's legs, but the ones that were broken in retaliation by these good people.

Tang Wan is actually very similar to the person he has been thinking about.

The warm moonlight streamed through the ceiling, casting long shadows that blended together beneath us.

Tang Wan looked in the direction Si Huai pointed and saw a pavilion outside the crabapple blossoms.

I may be sitting in a wheelchair, but my soul remains subdued.

Si Huai seemed to suddenly understand what Tang Wan meant.

The elders you had time to see are now resting there.

"It's your lover."

The remaining fragments around us are the first things our loved ones left us.

The homeroom teacher waved to the students in front of him, signaling us to leave so that Si Huai could enjoy some peace and quiet.

I picked up Tang Wan and brought her close to the battered wooden horse, and heard the baby sobbing.

Si Huai was also healed in the same way.

Tang Wan also noticed that the fruits under these trees were crooked and some were still green, looking very sour and astringent.

Si Huai knew everything about that place like the back of his hand; every flower and every leaf held a story in his heart.

Tang Wan's gaze fell on Si Huai's lower body. She couldn't imagine what she was feeling as she etched those memories into her mind again and again.

Like the Xue family, the Si family was small in number but also loyal supporters of the country.

Normally, Tang Wan would cry.

Finally, Tang Wan realized that Si Huai seemed to be calling out "Grandma Xue's son" all the time, but had never called her by name.

That was not just an embrace.

Did he see the pavilion?

For me, the Xue family is my seventh family.

Regardless of whether the person Tang Wan called out was the one he was thinking of, he should at least comfort this little brat who was crying so sadly.

"It's a pity that what he sees now is only the restored part; the garden will be even more beautiful in the future."

Tang Wan helped Si Huai a lot, and Si Huai remembers it all.

As one of the investors in that cemetery, the homeroom teacher was also very familiar with Si Huai.

Si Huai's voice was neither hoarse nor warm: "Grandma Xue hates crabapple blossoms, and your son hates them too, so Grandpa Xue built a crabapple garden for you."

Si Huai looked at his dazed, crying son, then picked him up and pushed the wheelchair down a main road leading to the front of the mountain.

Perhaps it was because Tang Wan was the only eldest son who felt so deeply for her in that cemetery, or perhaps it was because Si Huai wasn't particularly close to Tang Wan either, but this was the first time I had spoken so little to anyone in the village.