The centuries-old trees are towering and lush, with thick and overlapping crowns; their branches are strong and straight, holding their heads high in the sky. Wartime Western-style buildings are scattered among the ancient trees, and the mottled walls bear witness to the vicissitudes of history and the cycle of time.
Echoing these buildings is a villa that combines Gothic and Baroque styles. The large courtyard is only separated by a low wooden fence. In the courtyard, two pure black Tibetan mastiffs lay leisurely on the neatly manicured lawn, listening intently to the rapid or slow sound of the waves not far away, not wary of the occasional passers-by in front of the villa.
The June sunshine softly embraced the entire villa through the thin mist, making it seem distant and dreamlike. The owner of the villa, Cheng Nuo, skillfully flipped the delicacies on the barbecue. Five-year-old Zhiyuan stood quietly beside him with two clear and bright eyes, staring at Cheng Nuo's every move. Wanru seemed to be appreciating an art. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Tan Sa, who was standing silently opposite Cheng Nuo. He pursed his lips and asked carefully, "Mom, do we have to say goodbye to Uncle Cheng Nuo?"
Hearing this, Cheng Nuo and Tan Sa looked at each other speechlessly. As their eyes moved, what Tan Sa read was no longer the indifference and alienation of the past, but a deep attachment...