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 fence. The black roses in the courtyard are swaying and their fragrance is refreshing. 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, and seemed not to be wary of the occasional passers-by in front of the villa.
The morning light of June pours in through the light and soft mist, embracing the entire villa happily, as if it is far away, like a dream. 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, as if Wan Ruo was appreciating an art. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Qin Sa, who was standing silently opposite Cheng Nuo. He pursed his lips and asked cautiously: "Mom, we... 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...