Her Best Years

Five years ago, Huang Yingqing asked him: Have you ever thought about being with me and having a child? He answered: No The phone was in Huang Yingqing's hand, and she glanced at the answer on the screen. The next second, the waves surged and swept away this relationship and the phone together. At that time, his surname was not Zhao, but Chen Song. One day five years later, an uninvited guest came to the Qingfeng Teahouse run by Huang Yingqing. Zhao Chensong: Qingqing, I'm unemployed, can you take me in? Huang Yingqing: I don't care for idlers. Zhao Chensong: Isn't there a recruitment notice posted at your door? Huang Yingqing: Cute pet chef. At this time, a little boy ran over and asked: Mom, is my chef here? Huang Yingqing: What do you mean? Zhao Chensong: Look back at me, it's the tree full of flowers. Huang Yingqing sounded familiar, until one day she opened the Q signature from five years ago: I want a tree full of flowers to keep watch over the moon in the wind, waiting for me to look back. In the evening, Huang Yingqing held her son in her arms while reading and telling stories. The son asked: What is dad? Why do other kids have it but not me? Huang Yingqing: Your father is a tree full of flowers. Intention: Living in the present is the best