Postscript: May we catch happiness
When I typed the last few words of "the most moving chords in daily life", the evening breeze happened to blow past the window, bringing with it the unique warmth of early autumn - just like every night when I wrote the story of Su Nian and Si Yan.
The birth of this novel originated from a chance moment during the summer vacation.
It was an evening when the setting sun dyed the sky into honey color, and I was taking a walk in the community.
After turning the rose-covered hedge, I saw them - a scholar-looking man squatting next to a blue baby carriage. He looked focused but his movements were a little clumsy as he put on a pair of off-white socks for his few-month-old daughter.
The little baby babbled, shiny saliva running down his chin, and his chubby little legs kicking restlessly.
The young wife standing by smiled and handed over a tissue at the right time.
Their son, who was about three or four years old, was squatting under a sycamore tree by the roadside, carefully picking up fallen leaves one by one with his little hands.
There is no noise, no rush, only light, shadow, breeze and the silent understanding and warmth between the family.
That scene was so vivid and warm that I couldn't help but want to weave a gentle and romantic prelude for this happy family in reality.
So, in the story you read, I did not deliberately arrange ups and downs of dramatic conflicts, nor did I create heart-wrenching misunderstandings and separations.
I just want love to be like a stream, flowing quietly and slowly gathering in the long run.
Those seemingly ordinary fragments constitute the most solid foundation of happiness in life.
Special thanks to everyone who read this.
In your comments, some people said, "I need a doctor like this too," some lamented, "Everyone in the world wants a mother like me," and some commented, "This family has a great atmosphere and positive values."
These sincere responses, like beams of warm light, converge to allow the text to transcend the screen and possess real warmth.
It is your company that gives meaning to these daily fragments.
The story ends here for now.
But Si Yan and Su Nian's lives continue smoothly and happily in another time and space.
Baoer would hold her little sister Noi's hand and take her first steps and run freely on the warm spring lawn.
Su Nian will continue to overcome difficulties in her world, and one day, she will take charge of Chen Group calmly and brilliantly.
Si Yan's study will likely maintain that strange harmony—on one side, a mountain of medical papers and professional books, on the other, scattered with the colorful building blocks and picture books left by his children. There's both serious thought and the tenderest innocence of childhood.
And I want to tell you that the warmth in the story has never been far away from our lives.
It may be hidden on the carpet in your home that is warmed by the afternoon sun, in the golden light pouring down from the balcony and wrapping around the green plants, or in the bowl of steaming soup that your family silently hands to you at dinner time.
Happiness is not a grand narrative that is out of reach; it shines faintly in these details that are within reach.
May each of us have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering and a soft heart in our own seemingly ordinary daily lives, and firmly catch those small and shining happiness.
Well, let’s say goodbye.
The next time we meet may be on a quiet night with a gentle breeze and moonlight.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
