Three Lives Are Beautiful

That year, Zhao Yanran moved to No. 48, Jinan Street. Liang Zongnan told her that the word "Ji" for this street was taken from his eldest brother, and the word "nan" was taken from him. Eighteen-year-old Zhao Yanran said innocently: "Why is there no my name?" Later, when she watched the people coming and going around him, she realized that no one could leave their name in Liang Zongnan's world. He is gentle to everyone, but actually he is cruel to everyone. So that rainy night, Zhao Yanran opened Liang Zongnan's door. Under the heavy rain curtain, he stood outside the courtyard and looked back, saying softly: "Yanran, I'm not a good person." Zhao Yanran chuckled: "I don't ask for any results." - Everyone knows that the little girl Liang Zongnan "raised" for four years flew to Paris as soon as she graduated from college and never came back. Liang Zongnan remained the same as before, but he kept silent about Zhao Yanran from then on. Until that winter, Zhao Yanran came to him to pick up her father's ashes. The car drove to No. 48 Jinan Street and passed an alley she had never seen before. Hui style architecture, green tiles and white walls. I don't know which Daluo god just carved out a piece of land from the ancient building protection zone where every inch of land is precious and repaired this alley. Zhao Yanran asked: "Does this alley have a name?" Liang Zongnan looked at her steadily and said slowly: "Yanran Lane." - In the wedding that year, Nanyan Temple closed its doors to thank guests, praying for blessings and peace. Incense was lingering all the way, and the sound of Buddha was endless. Liang Zongnan walked back to No. 48 Jinan Street from Yanran Lane with his bride in his arms. Food guide: Slow, life-oriented, warm-hearted Purpose: Only by exploring different lives can you have a deeper experience