Zhan Ye's little Jiaojiao has hung up

The wedding begins and everyone arrives.

The wound on Jiang Xun's face was not obvious, Guan Xiaoxiao helped him put on makeup to cover up the marks.

Jiang Yiyi wore a white wedding dress, clean and elegant, with eyebrows more curved than snow.

Surrounded by champagne and pink balloons, the whole world has a bit of sweetness.

As a father, Jiang Xun took the stage to speak, held back tears, and gave a lot of advice.

After listening to Zhan Jinghuai, he changed his words: "Father, I will take care of them one by one."

Jiang Zun held Jiang Yi's hand and handed it to Zhan Jinghuai, feeling a bit reluctant: "Yi Yi is my favorite child, don't let her down."

Zhan Jinghuai lowered his eyes, why?
He is reluctant.

The wedding wasn't over yet, after Zhan Beixiao vented, his face softened a lot.

Zhan Jingmian dog sneaked over and poured him a cup of tea: "Dad, don't be angry, I really didn't mean to hide it from you."

Zhan Beixiao: ...

"It was Cen Lie who forced me. He said he liked me, but I failed to resist."

Condensation sitting on the table: ...

Zhan Beixiao pulled his thin lips lightly: "A few minutes ago, Cen Lie said the same thing."

Zhan Jingmian felt guilty: "Dad, this emotional matter is out of control, don't be angry, I will always love you."

Zhan Beixiao chuckled, "How did that kid treat you?"

"pretty good."

Zhan Jingmian scratched his head, a little shy.

Zhan Beixiao didn't bother to interfere in these matters, as long as they were happy: "If that's the case, then it's up to you."

After the wedding, Zhan Jinghuai led Jiang Yi through the crowd.

At twelve o'clock at night, when the fireworks were in full bloom, Zhan Beixiao held Bai Yangyang's hand and said in a low voice, "I always feel that there seems to be something missing."

They have been together for so many years, and their relationship has become more and more harmonious, but he always feels that something is missing.

Bai Yangyang turned his head and kissed his side face: "Tomorrow morning, I booked a ticket to Hwaseong, let's go to see Mom and Dad together?"

"it is good."

After the two left, there was endless cheering behind them.

Bai Yangyang never thought that the second half of his life would be so smooth.

She has a husband who loves her, the family is harmonious and happy, and the children are obedient and sensible.

She even has a cute little grandson, such a life, when she was imprisoned in her previous life, she never dared to think about it.

The two returned to Zhanyuan, and Zhan Beixiao stayed up all night.

Bai Yangyang accompanied him until the next morning, when the two boarded the plane to Hwaseong.

After boarding the plane, Zhan Beixiao put a thin blanket on her and took a pillow: "Have a good sleep."

"it is good."

In fact, they have been going to Hwaseong to pay homage to Fei Chong and his wife all these years, every year.

This year is no exception.

Arriving in Hwaseong, checked in at the hotel, the couple bought a bouquet of flowers and went to the cemetery.

After staying in the cemetery for several hours, when he came out, Zhan Beixiao held her hand: "I kind of want to go to Crescent Spring Village."

The place where they first met was Crescent Spring Village.

Bai Yangyang raised his eyebrows, as if he knew what he was thinking: "Stay in Huacheng for a while, and then go back."

After staying in Huacheng for nearly two months, they returned to Crescent Spring Village.

All the affairs of the imperial capital were handed over to the younger generation, and the two of them lived in the house where Bai Yangyang lived before.

The house was refurbished last year, and overall it is quite comfortable.

Zhan Beixiao let go of the airs he had when he was in the imperial capital, and learned to grow vegetables and flowers. He saw a seed being planted, sprouting, branching, blooming, and bearing fruit.

Every process has been witnessed.

The old neighbors in Crescent Spring Village are still there, knowing that they are back, they will come to visit from time to time.

Work at sunrise, and rest at sunset.

The couple found a rare peace in Crescent Spring Village.

At six o'clock in the morning, Zhan Beixiao got up, went to take out the eggs, and put them in the pot.

I picked fresh melons and fruits, washed them, and put them on a plate. The porridge was cooked, and the rice grains were in full bloom, creating the rarest rice fragrance.

After Bai Yangyang finished exercising, he brought back a bouquet of flowers, which were golden and very beautiful.

She put the flowers in a vase, walked into the kitchen, put her arms around his waist: "Get up."

Zhan Beixiao hummed, "Let's eat."

After breakfast, the two sat in the yard, admiring the flowers and basking in the sun. The rocking chair swayed gently, and the creaking sound seemed to blend into a dream.

Steaming hot tea, from hot to cold.

Until finally, a thin layer of water vapor condenses.

Bai Yangyang held his hand, watching the gradually setting sun, the man turned his head.

He thought he had probably found what was missing.

What is missing between them is the time to slow down and get along quietly.

……

After No. 40 years of marriage, Zhan Beixiao was diagnosed with Alzheimer's.

He began to forget the recent events, obsessed with the past.

They still live in Crescent Spring Village, and the children visit them every week.

Bai Yangyang planted all kinds of flowers in the yard, and the fruit trees beside the yard wall were full of fruits, and the branches were bent.

He started to be inactive, sitting on a deck chair every day, holding a notebook in his hand, and writing a sentence from time to time.

Bai Yangyang wanted to see it, but he refused.

With a cold face: "This is my secret, you can't read it."

Bai Yangyang fed him a piece of watermelon, which was his favorite taste. When he planted melons, he was not sick yet.

Watermelon is sweet and sweet, with a slightly rusty taste.

He chewed, "For the sake of giving me watermelon, let me tell you a secret."

Bai Yangyang hummed: "Say it."

"I have a favorite person."

He whispered: "I knew her a long time ago, she is a ballet dancer, with a thin waist and long legs, like a proud white swan!"

Bai Yangyang's hand holding the fruit plate trembled slightly: "Really?"

"Well, I became the chief dancer in less than a year."

He was a little proud, and his eyebrows were flying: "And, she married me!"

Bai Yangyang lowered his head, tears fell urgently and fiercely: "Really, how are you doing?"

He doesn't remember her anymore.

I remember they were married.

"Of course, she loves me very much, and I love her very much." Sitting on the rocking chair, Zhan Beixiao creaked, but couldn't cover her voice: "By the way, do you have a lover?"

Bai Yangyang wiped away tears: "Yes."

She has a lover who is by her side and says that she loves her very much.

As the sun set, Zhan Jinghuai came again and brought the best doctor, but Zhan Beixiao still refused to treat him.

"Mom, why don't you persuade me?"

Bai Yangyang shook his head: "No, this is fine."

Zhan Jinghuai had no choice but to keep the medicine, thinking of finding an opportunity to trick them back and then force them to treat them.

Dinner is Zhan Beixiao's favorite taste.

Halfway through eating, he stood up abruptly.

"what happened?"

Bai Yangyang stopped him.

"My wife likes spicy food, so I'll cook for her."

He walked into the kitchen, facing the pots and pans but didn't know where to start.

Bai Yangyang followed behind: "How about I come."

Zhan Beixiao refused: "No, she is pregnant and very picky about eating, I want to do it myself."

He forgot even more.

"Then, shall I teach you?"

Zhan Beixiao's eyes were shining brightly: "You are really a good person."

Bai Yangyang began to teach him how to cook. He used to be very good at cooking, but after he got sick, he suddenly became much worse.

The food made is really inedible.

But she didn't dislike it, picked up the chopsticks, and wanted to eat.

"can not eat."

Zhan Beixiao stopped her: "This is for my lover, I will wait for her to come back."

Bai Yangyang paused, "Then, what will your lover say when he comes back?"

"do not know."

"Then what does your lover look like?"

"Forgot too."

Zhan Beixiao shook his head, looking lonely.

Bai Yangyang covered his hand: "She will say, husband, I'm back."

"Looks good-looking, has a thin waist and long legs, and can dance."

Zhan Beixiao took the notebook and wrote it down carefully.

Bai Yangyang covered his eyes, big tears fell down, he forgot everything, everything.

After Zhan Beixiao finished writing, he carefully closed the notebook. Seeing her crying, he panicked.

Like remembering something, but also like not remembering.

"Hey baby, eat, don't cry, pregnancy...is uncomfortable."

When Bai Yangyang heard him say "good boy", he couldn't control himself, tears streaming down his cheeks, he took chopsticks and ate with big mouthfuls.

The food was not good.

In the evening, Bai Yangyang had diarrhea.

Zhan Beixiao was by her side, as if thinking of something, he put his big hand on her face, rubbed it from time to time, and muttered something.

"Don't think too much, it's not your fault."

It's because she has a bad stomach.

Zhan Beixiao lowered his head, his usual chaotic eyes seemed to wake up suddenly, he held her face carefully, kissed her eyebrows, solemnly and piously.

"Good boy, let's go back to the imperial capital, and I'll go to treat the illness, okay?"

He seemed to wake up.

Bai Yangyang held his hand: "Okay."

After being away for many years, Zhan Beixiao was admitted to the best hospital, received treatment, and his condition seemed to be in remission.

For a long time, wake up.

Will take medicine and cooperate with treatment.

I would take her with me before going out, and buy a bouquet of flowers when I came back, sometimes roses, sometimes gardenias.

Bai Yangyang rarely asked about his situation, but cherished the time together more and more.

His disease is irreversible.

Even if there is a brief sobriety, it will gradually be forgotten.

In the third year after returning to the imperial capital, his condition reached an irreversible stage.

He couldn't remember anyone, and he forgot even his notebook.

Bai Yangyang stayed with him all the time and took him back to Crescent Spring Village.

He stopped talking, rarely went out, just sat in the yard, basking in the sun day after day.

Bai Yangyang was a little tired, and fell asleep unconsciously while watching him.

When he woke up, Zhan Beixiao was gone.

She searched the whole village, and finally found him in a flower shop. He was walking home cautiously with a bunch of sunflowers in his arms.

He is no longer young, and the lines on his face are slightly obvious.

His hair was gray, his eyebrows and eyes were chaotic, but it seemed to be filled with some kind of mist.

He was still tall and straight, but he was a little thinner because of his illness. When he saw her coming, he suddenly smiled.

His eyes gradually became clear, and he handed her the flowers: "Happy wedding anniversary."

This year, he remembered their wedding anniversary.

Bai Yangyang was holding the flowers, tears streaming down like rain.

Back in the yard, he made her a meal, briefly returning to her pre-illness level.

Bai Yangyang ate it all, he said he was sleepy.

Bai Yangyang took him to the yard, made him a cup of tea, held his hand, and squatted beside him: "Ah Xiao."

She hadn't called him that in a long time.

Zhan Beixiao couldn't move his fingers, as if his strength had been drained, and there was a faint luster in his eyes.

"My wife and I met for the first time, and she hugged a sunflower."

He suddenly said, "Thank you for taking care of me for so many years."

Bai Yangyang held his hand, as if wanting to grab the last thing, sobbing: "Are you tired?"

For so many years, I spent every day in chaos.

She could feel that he was tired.

But he didn't say it.

For her sake, in order to be able to stay with her for a longer period of time, he received treatment, took countless medicines, and even had to endure the side effects of the medicines.

He suffered from severe insomnia for a while, she knew it, but dared not say it.

She loves him dearly, but is afraid that he will leave, leaving her alone.

And now, she knew, it was all over.

He moved his fingers and hooked her hand. At that moment, his eyes were filled with fragments of light, and his thin lips moved.

"I love you very much."

"Me... me too."

"You have worked very hard these years, haven't you?" She stood up, bent down, and kissed his eyebrows and eyes: "It's okay, I know you have worked hard, and now I can feel at ease."

The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, as if his soul had been pulled away, there was a short struggle, and finally, it fell into silence.

The sun sets and night falls.

Bai Yangyang held his hand and sobbed loudly. The sunflower placed by the table is a symbol of light, but it cannot illuminate the night.