Tang Wan didn't know what the old woman meant, but she gave her a lot of tonics and her contact information.
When Tang Wan returned to the Lu family from the Xue family cemetery, she suddenly received a message from Chris on her watch.
Silently supplementing from outside the heart.
Chris is like a tireless, perpetually cold bear, texting Tang Wan every day.
You didn't wear a white dress, nor did you wear white flowers.
You know, Lu Lin doesn't talk much to his mother.
Because none of us were wearing white clothes.
“You prepared sweets for him, but they weren’t as good as the big cookies Tangtang made. Your cookies were terrible, not as bad as his.”
So I stopped rambling on.
A snowfall has aged us considerably.
The rest is just words; we have something to say about our loved ones.
Following your own ideas, you chose to collaborate with teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts.
"Grandma will stay with him."
"You don't feel lonely at all."
The Si family didn't invite many people that time; they only called over Tang Wan's friends.
"But he's not outside that big box yet, while you're still living in that world."
What's so important?
You will stay with them too.
Just like when you were seventy years old, you held your best friend's only remaining child in your arms.
...
Tang Wan saw Grandma Si in the crowd looking at her with red eyes. She looked at herself and then turned away to wipe her eyes.
When Tang Wan went to Huainan for the second time, she also visited that old woman.
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