[Although it is finished, the article is often revised]
40 years ago, Ren Chengzhou said that he would wait until he grew up, got married and had children before leaving, but he still left with Xu Ling that night.
In the past few days, Ren Yingyue returned to Jinshuiwan again. He found a black leather notebook under the drawer in his father's room, which was filled with his handwritten music scores, and a sketchbook, each page of which was filled with his hard work.
Yingyue had seen photos of him from decades ago. He had long fiery red hair and was out of tune with the world. Later, he only saw his father as an ordinary father who left early and came back to work late, and the notebook also fell into dust.
He knew that the only time that Ren Chengzhou had a fulfilling life in this life was the year when Xu Ling appeared, and then he walked quietly with her for a long time.
She has always lived in love.
I hope that the other world will be as beautiful as the flowers on earth.
Ren Yingyue looked at his parents' room, which had never changed in the past forty years, and the words he wanted to say suddenly choked in his throat.
Father and mother, I miss you.
In the past forty years, they had never appeared in his dreams.
That night, Ying Yue really had a dream. He dreamed of Xu Ling.
Xu Ling came to Yingyue. She looked like a little old woman in her 90s. Yingyue had not dreamed of his mother for many, many years, but he still recognized Xu Ling at first sight.
The difference was that his thin face, which had been tortured by the years and was about to change, was also wrinkled. Xu Ling caressed Yingyue's wrinkled face distressedly, and shed tears without warning. The distress in her eyes could not be hidden. At this moment, Yingyue became a child with a mother again...
Finally, Xu Ling said: She will definitely find them again in the next life.
Because he missed Zhiji, he woke up, only to find that he had already burst into tears.
It is now 4 a. M. On August 28, 2018.
Next door to them slept their most precious and only child, with a pair of big hands behind him tightly around his waist.
I haven't grown up yet, but you have left me.
When I grow old, seeing you again in that place where the flowers are blooming will be a reunion.
[Yingyue, your mother told me before she left that she only wanted you to be safe and happy for the rest of your life.
"Just like a young boy who is a classmate, he is in his prime"
——"Youth is a bright sadness."
Concept: luanwei flower