The love story of a wealthy brother and sister

For some reason, this photo album seemed to have some magical power that quickly calmed her heart.

"Anything else?" Lin Yingci looked up at Yu Xiu, "I'll take them all away."

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It was already late at night when we returned. On the way back, Lin Yingci and An Yishang kept chatting.

"Have you read Lao She's "My Mother?" She looked at him.

"No," An Yishang shook his head and looked at her, "What did he write?"

"There is a passage," she also looked forward, with bright stars in her eyes, and quickly turned to him, "I couldn't understand or feel it before, but today I feel it," - she was a little excited, looking forward and began to talk.

"He wrote that even if a person lives to be eighty or ninety, he can still be childish if he has a mother," she took a deep breath as she spoke, "If you lose your loving mother, you are like a flower in a vase. Although you still have color and fragrance, you have lost your roots."

Her eyes began to turn red again, and she finally said quietly, "People who have mothers are at peace in their hearts."

Her eyes began to wander, and An Yishang immediately reached out to cover her cold hand, muttering, "I know."

"You don't know," she turned her palm over and held An Yishang's hand, her eyes gradually reddened, "In fact, I don't have any memory of my mother, but today I saw her photo,"

She smiled again with tears in her eyes, "I really feel that kind of peace and steadiness."

At the end she added, "I suddenly felt that I, too, had a past."

"You always have it," An Yishang held her hand tightly, "This is the love that your mother has given you in the dark, you see."

He looked at her and gave her a relaxed smile: "Death is never the end. Today she is still by your side, giving you strength."

"Yeah, yeah," Lin Yingci nodded and squeezed his hand tightly as An Yishang said this, "Love can transcend time and space."

"Yes," An Yishang still murmured, "Death is not the end, forgetting is."

"I went to Shanghai when I was 9 years old," the person next to me fell into memory again, "I suddenly became Lin Yingci. I don't know if it's because of this, but I always feel that I don't have a past. Others have one, but mine is blank."

She slowly turned to him and said word by word: "Lin Yingci is a person without a past."

"It's an illusion," An Yishang still held her hand, "Lin Yingci is Zhong Li, and Zhong Li is Lin Yingci,"

He rubbed her hands and continued quickly, "Grandma, aunt, they are all reminding you that you have a past."

"Yeah," she nodded again and looked out the window. The night was speechless, and countless stars were twinkling in the vast night sky.

Grandma, you are watching me from heaven, right?

Grandma, please continue to stay by my side. One day we will meet again.

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Tonight, Lin Yingci suddenly felt that she had let go of death.

As the movie says:

[I will turn into the wind and rain in the world to accompany you]

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It was already midnight when we returned to Shanghai, so we went to the place where my grandmother and Yu Xiu lived together.

Lin Jingran answered Chen Ying's call again, simply asking him where he was and saying that he had asked the driver to pick him up.

After hanging up the phone, he realized that Lin Yingci was looking at him dimly from the other side of the living room. The bright headlights made her face very clear, with obvious signs of crying.

"There will be a takeover ceremony tomorrow, right?" she asked, looking at him.

Her voice was very low, but he could hear it clearly. He hurried forward to reply, as if explaining something. He was a little anxious: "Yes, that's why she is so anxious. They will come early tomorrow morning-"

"I know," she said gently, and finally looked at him with her red and swollen eyes, "You have worked hard these past few days--"

Lin Jingran was clearly in front of her - within her reach, yet she felt so far away. She instantly became angry and interrupted her.

"Why are you talking like that?" He stared at her, "I call her grandma just like you."

"Well," she nodded, looked up at him and tried to force a smile, "Thank you for seeing her off for the last time."

Her voice was still very soft, but it made Lin Jingran very uncomfortable - outside the door, Wei Jin was leaning on the threshold looking at them, with indescribable feelings in his heart.

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