In the last life, it was her cat, named Dongzhi, who stayed with her for more than ten years and died in the snow in January. In this life, it reincarnated into her son, Li Niandong.
Mom doesn't know. Readers know.
He grew up with memories of cats. On the day of the Zhou solstice, he didn't want everything on the table, so he grabbed the silver medal and didn't let go - it was the brand on the winter solstice collar. Every year in mid-January, during the days leading up to the winter solstice, he was especially quiet. His mother didn't ask anything and only cooked two more of his favorite dishes. When he was thirteen years old, he took the high-speed train to Guangzhou alone and stood by the river at Jinan University all afternoon. That was the place where my mother picked up the Winter Solstice more than ten years ago. On the way back, he sent a message to his mother: "I've been to that place -" After thinking about it, he deleted it and changed it to: "That place is really nice."
In her previous life, it stayed up late with her writing and walked with her through the most difficult days. In this life, he changed his approach: running with her, eating with her, transcribing his thoughts into a locked diary, and waiting for her to slowly understand.
The other line is justice. Lan Sanjun was wronged for half his life. When he was released from prison, he did not complain about his injustice. He came to the small courtyard to play two games of chess every month. He only said: It is his ability to see clearly, and it is his virtue to be able to bear it. As for Wang Ziyi, she flipped through pages of old files, anonymous letters, old photos, and twenty years of persistence to get justice for him. On the day the verdict came out, it only took up a few lines in the newspaper. In the small courtyard, the sound of chess continued as before.
In the last life, you stayed with me until I grew old. In this life, I will love you. This is a story that will make you cry countless times.
