Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

When Zhan Jinghuai and his younger siblings rushed over, Bai Yangyang sat aside, smiling lightly.

She even had a cup of hot tea by her hand, which was made by herself, and the fragrance was mellow, exactly the same as before.

"Leave your father here."

He wants to stay here.

Zhan Jinghuai knelt on the ground, choking with sobs: "Okay."

Zhan Beixiao's funeral was very low-key, only the closest people knew about it.

Bai Yangyang refused to go back to the imperial capital, and lived alone in Crescent Spring Village. She planted flowers as usual and visited him every day.

His notebook was turned out, and there were many things written in it.

At the beginning, he was quite organized, at least he could record what he had to do every day.

[December 12th, sunny, Yang Yang likes to eat ginger duck, I learned from the video, it seems not very tasty. 】

[January 1rd, light rain, Yang Yang was in a bad mood, saying that the rain affected the growth of figs, she was greedy for figs, I went to the market to buy them, but I forgot to bring an umbrella, but fortunately, the figs did not get wet. 】

[March 3st, sunny, I seem to have forgotten something, Yangyang always won't let me go to the kitchen, do you think my cooking is not delicious? 】

【July 7th, sunny, very hot, she couldn't sleep, I got up in the middle of the night to fan her. 】

Later, he no longer remembers.

[On April 4th, it was raining and I was a little tired. 】

[December 11th...]

[December 12th...]

It's just that he checks in every day, as if to fulfill some kind of promise, or just to let people know that he is still alive.

The last page of the notebook is a sketch.

Bai Yangyang has seen a lot of paintings. He has sketched the entire room before, all of which are hers.

She is wearing a long white dress, holding a sunflower in her arms, and the setting sun behind her falls on her.

At a certain moment, she is more dazzling than the setting sun.

Seven years after he left.

Bai Yangyang fell ill, and the children moved to Crescent Spring Village, where they took turns taking care of her, planting flowers and vegetables on her behalf, and going to the cemetery every day.

She didn't suffer much, probably because of God's mercy.

Zhan Jinghuai came back with sunflowers in his arms, and wanted to tell her that the flowers in the yard were all blooming, which would allow the children to have a happy summer vacation.

Walking into the room, she was lying on the rocking chair, peaceful and gentle.

The flower in my hand fell to the ground, as if something had broken in an instant.

The funeral was handled very well, and he was buried with Zhan Beixiao.

The drizzle was continuous, and the whole village seemed to have been washed by water. Everything seemed to have changed, and it seemed that nothing had changed.

Zhan Jinghuai brought his family back to the imperial capital, and once a year, he would come to Crescent Spring Village to worship.

The sun is doomed to sink.

And the sun is destined to rise.

After his parents left, Zhan Jinghuai became the pillar of the family.

After her sister got married, she devoted herself to medicine, and later made a breakthrough in the study of Alzheimer's disease.

Zhan Jingxing waited until Liang Yao, got married, entered the Zhan clan, and became his right-hand man.

He and Yiyi had a good time.

It's just that I can't see sunflowers anymore.

……

The moment the sun broke through the sky and rose slowly, the girl was shuttled on the train, and there were constant curses behind her.

She broke into the box, and a pair of hands held her in his arms.

"What is your name?"

The familiar masculine breath rushed towards his face, Bai Yangyang stretched out his hand and wrapped his neck around his neck, tears rolled down: "Bai Yangyang."

There was blood in the man's eyes, just like the beginning.

"The sunflowers are blooming."

Her eyes are red.

The roar gradually faded away, and all the scenes kept repeating, only love, which will never be let down.

He lowered his head and kissed her eyebrows reverently, just like the beginning.

"The sunflowers are blooming, I'll take you home."

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