In spring, summer, autumn and winter, she cried, laughed and played with small figures.
She looked at the photos of her youth and imagined the big boy she took pictures of. Did he start to like her from the bottom of his heart when he looked at her taking pictures?
Or at that time, he didn’t know that his love was worse. He always regarded her as his own sister.
He didn’t love her deeply until he found out that they were related by blood.
And they have missed it ever since.
Seven years old
year
……
Until now.
She is twentysix years old.
Every year, spring, summer, autumn and winter are photographed for her aftertaste.
Careful than her own memory.
She flipped through the thick photo album page by page slowly, as if it were the man who took a photo first, then carefully developed it, and then carefully installed the man in the photo album.
A drop of tears wet her face in the photo album, but she didn’t know it.
Jingyi … Being held by a chest, her eyes were still removed from the photo album.
Go straight to the last page
Her blurred eyes lit up.
He actually left her a paragraph.
That’s his word because the cover word is exactly the same.
steady
strong
(of Chinese calligraphy) lively and vigorous
To xiaoyi
Section 32
People have to go.
I will go, and you will go.
Sooner or later.
If I want you to be happy when I leave, then I will be happy in another world.
Remember to be happy.
A few short sentences are very short.
However, that word provoked Lan Jingyi’s tears to flow more and more. Pour me to be happy so that he will be happy, right? She wants him to be happy in another world without pain. That’s what he wants her to do, but she doesn’t want him to do it.
Well, he gently hugged her head and clung to him, making her tears and nose wipe his shirt wet
So she must be happy.
Looking up at the sky, can he see me? She has been thinking about him every day for more than a month, but he hasn’t entered her dream once. Is it because she hasn’t thought about him enough?
Well, Jiang Junyue gently rubbed Lan Jingyi’s long hair with one hand. He wants you to be happy and good. If he sees you now … Jiang Junyue stopped meaningfully in the middle.
Lan Jingyi reached out and wiped her face regardless of the image or before Jiang Junyue, she really didn’t have to worry so much about crying if she wanted to. If smile happily can’t be herself before him, isn’t she very tired?
I’ll just be happy, and he’ll be happy.