At first it was just a chance encounter under the eaves, but later it became an inseparable warmth in my arms.
Shen Zhiyan never thought that the girl squatting in tears in the hospital corridor would become his concern for the rest of his life. Lin Wei also didn't expect that the man who always said "don't bother" with a straight face would protect her and her children so well.
From the dinner for two, to the small dining chair with Nian Nian added to it, to Nian An holding on to the corner of her sister's clothes and toddling around - the days are like the vines in the corner of the courtyard, quietly climbing over the four seasons. He would warm up the bird's nest for her in the early morning, and she would wait for him to close the file late at night; he would wander around the yard carrying Nian Nian, who was sleeping, while she would hug the clingy Nian An and hum nursery rhymes. Occasionally, she would change her hands, and the warmth in her palms would be filled with each other's breath.
The children went from arguing over a piece of biscuit to blushing, to the older sister giving her new schoolbag to the younger brother to carry; from lying on their father's shoulders counting stars, to standing at the station waving and saying "I'll be back after the holidays." And Shen Zhiyan and Lin Wei sat under the old locust tree and watched the sunset, watching the shadows grow from short to long, and then overlapping into a ball - it turns out that the best years are never vigorous, but when there is wind under the eaves, you are there, the children are there, and the warmth in your hands is also there.
