Hearing the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Bai, Lan Tian stood up instantly, and his muscles had awakened him from despair.
He absolutely could not appear broken and weak in front of Bai Ruozhu's parents because he had promised to take good care of Ruozhu and the child.
He reminds himself all the time.
But...but...the person he was trying so hard to protect was finally buried in the mud.
"Dad, Mom." Lan Tian shouted in a choked voice.
Mr. Bai and Mrs. Bai looked at him earnestly, but ultimately said nothing.
That was the first time that Mr. Bai did not refuse Lan Tian from calling him that.
Now, no one has the energy to talk about all the grudges and past events anymore.
Bai Ruozhu is gone. Everyone who cares about her should live well. This must be what she wants.
For some reason, Lan Xiaolan actually walked to the side of her grandfather who usually disliked her.
She tugged at her grandfather's clothes, pursed her lips and said, "Grandpa, I want a hug."
Mr. Bai looked at Lan Xiaolan, who had her hair tied in a bun. Her big, lively eyes kept blinking, and her big head under her eyes was swollen.
It takes a lot of time for a 9-year-old child to get over the grief of losing his mother.
These days, she always lies on the table where her mother draws, falls asleep when she cries, and cries again when she wakes up.
Mr. Bai looked at the round and rosy little face, as if he was seeing his daughter at the time. He suppressed the surging despair in his heart and picked up Lan Xiaolan with one hand.
A 9-year-old child is indeed a heavy burden for an old man in his sixties.
But Mr. Bai was tall and strong enough that he was unwilling to let Lan Xiaolan go.
The child is in his arms, just like his daughter is lying in his arms.
After the Spring Equinox comes the Qingming Festival.
For several days, there was continuous drizzle in Pei County.
The wet rain covered the mountains and fields, knocking down countless magnolias blooming on the branches.
It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road are heartbroken.
The nine streets are filled with fragrance and the orioles are singing. The weather is clear and the carriages and horses of thousands of families are coming.
Only the orchid seems to be looking for me, and it comes back to my bedside due to the wind.
Today is Qingming Festival. Lan Tian brought Lan Xiaolan to the Bai family compound.
Every year on all festivals, big and small, Lan Tian would bring his children to give gifts, but the only thing Lan Tian would never show up on was Qingming Festival.
But this year, it's different from usual.
On a festive occasion like this year, it seems reasonable for everyone to see the blue sky.
Lan Xiaolan was wearing a white floral dress and had her hair tied into a high, crooked ponytail.
Usually Bai Ruozhu dresses the child herself, but today Lan Tian did it, but naturally he is not as skilled as his wife.
Lan Tian was wearing a pure black suit, still looking neat and tidy, with a clean-shaven beard, but he had a head full of white hair that he hadn't had time to deal with.
As usual, the father and daughter stopped outside the familiar gate. They had not forgotten the rule that they could not enter.
"Let them in." Mr. Bai sat on the main seat in the main hall, pressing his forehead tiredly.
Mrs. Bai slowly sat down with the help of Young Master Bai.
The passing of their daughter has left them with no choice but to bear the loss of their beloved one. Sadness and heartache torment this elderly couple all the time.
Lan Tian held a pot of dwarf pine in one hand and held Lan Xiaolan's hand in the other. For the first time, he was allowed to walk into the Bai family's gate.
All the festive items in the Bai family have been put away, and many pieces of furniture are still hung with white decorations that have not been taken down yet.
The house is filled with white and yellow chrysanthemums, and the faint fragrance of the flowers permeates the home, making it feel a little sad.
Lan Tian placed the dwarf pine in front of Mr. Bai.
The branches of the dwarf pine are S-shaped, and the pine leaves are green and lush, like a roof with a high middle and two low parts, and each leaf is trimmed just right.
The pine trees visible to the naked eye have already sprouted new buds and show signs of being ready to sprout.
"This is the dwarf pine that Ruozhu cultivated himself."
"Ruozhu often said that her father loved the clear and bright nature of pine trees, so she also cultivated a pot of dwarf pine with her own hands."
"When she had nothing to do, she always liked to prune it in the sunshine by the window. The bamboo would often say, 'Only when winter comes do we realize that pines and cypresses are the last to wither.'"
"She has never forgotten every word you taught her."
"I am a rough man and don't know how to take care of these things, so I want to entrust it to my father. I don't want to let Ruozhu down."
Mr. Bai held the handle of the stool with one hand and covered his eyebrows with the other, not wanting others to see his sad and miserable appearance.
In the past, he always shouted in front of others and behind their backs that his daughter was dead and that he had no daughter.
But now that his daughter has really left, he can no longer say such words.
He choked with sobs, not daring to look at the blue sky and the dwarf pine trees. He was annoyed, resentful, heartbroken, and worried about his daughter.
"And this, I want to give it to my mother."
Lan Tian took out a notebook from his pocket. It was a thick stack of notes written in Bai Ruozhu's handwriting.
"Ruozhu is in poor health and has tried countless different kinds of medicine."
"Sometimes I get a little tantrum, saying the medicine is bitter and I don't want to take it anymore."
"So I traveled all over the country and found many medicinal foods that could strengthen the body. Every time I tasted something delicious, I would record it one by one."
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